"Your father went to the old house at midnight last night and is helping there now."

When Sun talked about this matter to Yang Ruoqing, the woman herself looked a little pale, and it was obvious that she had not slept since last night.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Why didn't you tell me last night?"

Mrs. Sun said: "It's enough for your father to come over. There's no need to wake you up. You're a girl, so it's hard for you to go to the old house in the middle of the night."

Yang Ruoqing knew that her parents were thinking about her.

I don't want her to get hurt, and I don't want her to be frightened when she sees her uncle's body.

actually……

She is not afraid of these at all.

She was an agent in her previous life, and she lived a life of licking blood from a knife's edge.

Life and death are no longer strange.

Even putting aside all this, let’s take the plague last year as an example.

At that time, in the small courtyard behind Yujiacun, the second mother and the others died one after another.

She did the final combing of the second mother's hair and the binding of the body herself.

"Mom, you can catch up on your sleep in the morning. You will be even more tired in the next few days. I'm worried that your body won't be able to bear it," Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun shook her head: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me..."

While speaking, Mrs. Sun did not yawn, but Yang Ruoqing, who had slept all night, yawned.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I slept well, but I'm still a little sleepy."

During this time, she always felt like she didn't get enough sleep.

I yawned right after breakfast, and couldn't keep my eyelids open even after lunch.

In the past, I had to read a book for a long time before going to bed. Now I hold the book and lean it on the bedside. I can't stand it until I have turned two pages.

"I guess I ate a little too much for breakfast. It's okay. I'll just sit down for a while and I'll be fine."

Yang Ruoqing gave Sun a smile to reassure Sun.

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing and wanted to ask something more, but Yang Huazhong came in from outside.

The mother and daughter immediately stood up, and Mrs. Sun hurriedly asked Yang Huazhong: "How is the discussion going? What's next?"

Yang Huazhong glanced at Mr. Sun. The man's eyes were red, and he had obviously cried.

"My father, my brother-in-law, and several other uncles from the clan have made a plan to bury the body tonight, inform all the relatives tomorrow, be a magistrate the day after, and carry it up the mountain in the morning."

…

Soon it was night.

After dinner, Lao Yang's family all gathered at the old house.

As a married daughter of the Yang family, Yang Ruoqing also followed Sun to the old house.

In Yang Huaan's room, the door was dismantled and placed on two long stools in the middle of the room.

Yang Huaan lay upright on the door panel, with his hands clenched into fists and holding a handful of joss sticks in one hand.

His face was covered with scented paper.

Above the head, there is a small clay bowl.

There is a bowl full of white rice in the tile bowl, with three incense sticks stuck on top of the rice.

The incense was burning and the smoke was lingering, adding a sense of depression to the room that was filled with the smell of death.

"Qing'er, kneel here."

Mrs. Sun sobbed and pointed to a futon placed beside the door panel to signal Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing had a solemn expression and knelt down on the futon.

"Uncle, I'm here to see you off on your last journey. You go well..."

She muttered silently in her mind, bent down and kowtowed six times on the ground.

Three are my own, and the other three are for Luo Fengtang.

He was far away in the military camp. During this time, the Nanmanzi and the Black Lotus Sect in the south began to make moves again.

He didn't have much else to do, so she didn't tell him about it.

After kowtowing, Sun and Cao Bamei hurriedly came over and helped Yang Ruoqing stand aside.

Because Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi also came to kowtow.

There was a stool beside the door. Mrs. Tan sat on the stool, crying so hard that her voice became hoarse.

Mrs. Liu, Bao Suyun, and several other daughters-in-law of the family were there to persuade Ms. Tan to take care of herself.

After Yang Huamei kowtowed, she also came to Tan to persuade her.

Mrs. Tan took Yang Huamei's hand: "The white-haired person will give the black-haired person a gift, Mei'er, from now on you will have no elder brother, and I will have no son..."

The previous words made everyone sad.

But the last sentence is a bit...

"Mom, eldest brother is gone, but you still have four sons to take care of you until the end of your life. Why don't you have any sons?"

Mrs. Liu was not afraid of big troubles and rebutted on the spot.

Mrs. Tan spat in Mr. Liu's direction.

"You stupid woman, are you still arguing with me at this time? Get out of here!" Ms. Tan shouted.

Mrs. Liu shrank her neck, too frightened to say anything.

Mrs. Tan didn't want to let Mrs. Liu go, and was about to train her again, when a group of people walked in outside the house.

It was Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong.

"It's almost time. It's time to change the shroud for my eldest brother. Everyone, please stay away!"

Yang Huazhong said.

The women quickly got up and left the house. The door was removed and could not be closed.

Yang Huaming and others blocked the door of the house, blocking the view from outside.

Yang Ruoqing took advantage of this opportunity and quickly slipped to the door of the hall to take a breath.

I don’t know why, but just now in that room, smelling the smell of burnt incense paper, I felt really uncomfortable in my stomach.

When I came out, the fresh air from outside came in, which made me feel much better.

Yang Ruoqing felt strange.

In the past, when she killed someone, her hands were covered in blood and she didn't feel sick or want to vomit.

Why are you so disgusted now?

Is there something wrong with your body?

"Qing'er, why are you standing outside alone in this dark night?"

Mrs. Sun found it, saw Yang Ruoqing, and came over quickly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled at Sun: "It's okay, just stand here and take a breath, I'm not afraid."

Sun said: "What's going on?"

"It's okay, mom, don't worry," she said.

Mrs. Sun nodded and looked around again: "When you feel better, come back to the main room with me. Don't stand alone outside."

Yang Ruoqing knew that Mrs. Sun was worried that she would be frightened.

After all, farmers believe in ghosts and gods.

Someone had died recently, so I was always worried that there would be something unclean around the house.

In addition, Yang Huaan was not an old man who died at a very old age. His parents in heaven were still alive and he left first.

This is not a wedding!

"Okay, let's go back to the main room."

Not wanting Mrs. Sun to worry, Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to hold Mrs. Sun's hand, and the mother and daughter returned to the main room.

The main room was filled with the female members of the Yang family, as well as the men who came to help. Chang Geng and Daniu also came.

The women supported Tan and persuaded her.

Yang Ruoqing followed Sun, standing in the crowd and watching quietly.

An older woman from the clan came over and gave each of the Sun family, Liu family, Bao Suyun, Cao Bamei and Yang Ruoqing a set of mourning clothes.

I had just put on my white mourning clothes here, and there was a commotion from the crowd surrounding the door of the house, and everyone was moving back.

In my ears, I heard them saying: "Come out, come out..."
Chapter completed!