"Mother Qing'er, you and Qing'er just came over from the old house, have you heard when the funeral ceremony will be held? It's better for us relatives to make plans to mourn!" Mrs. Sun asked again.

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "I didn't ask, and I didn't dare to ask..."

"Why don't you dare to ask?" Mrs. Sun interrupted and asked.

Mrs. Sun was embarrassed to say it, so Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation and said: "In order to prepare for the funeral, my father asked everyone to pay for it, and my fourth aunt jumped in and stood up for it."

"Everyone had a quarrel. When my mother and I came back, the matter was still unresolved," Yang Ruoqing said.

"It should be similar to the death of my uncle last time." She added.

Last time, my uncle was ill and died a normal death.

This time, the second uncle died suddenly. In the words of this area, he was an innocent soul. The details of the handling of the matter should be somewhat different.

However, the general trend should be similar.

"Second uncle left at dawn today. Judging from the temperature at this time, he should be buried today and tomorrow!"

Yang Ruoqing said again.

After being soaked in that sewage, the whole body is swollen. You can't leave it for too long, as it will stink easily.

The last time I visited my uncle, it stunk.

Here, Mrs. Sun and Wang Cuilian exchanged glances.

Mrs. Sun nodded and said: "Okay, then we relatives, let's get ready first, and we will do something about it later. We won't be in a hurry to pay our respects."

The women decided this for the time being. Here, Yang Ruoqing yawned.

Sun said: "Qing'er, you go to the house and sleep with the baby for a while. If you don't sleep now, you will have to stay up late to do the rituals later!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and when she turned around to go into the house, she was stopped by Tuoba Xian again.

"Qing'er, try to find a way to send a message to Feng Tang and ask him to come back for the funeral!" Tuoba Xian said.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, "He is busy looking for Chen'er, can't I go to the funeral on his behalf?"

Tuoba Xian showed a trace of embarrassment on her face and looked at Wang Cuilian.

Wang Cuilian also looked embarrassed. She said to Yang Ruoqing: "If Tang Yazi is in the southern military camp, the journey is too long and the military affairs are busy. If you take his place, it will not be easy for others to find fault."

"But he's already back. His biological second uncle has passed away. If he doesn't come to attend the funeral, others will stab him in the back."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing frowned.

"Everyone has a mouth. I can't control that much. Just poke it if you like!" she said.

"Chen'er's life or death is uncertain, and the search cannot stop."

"I happened to go back to the village today and caught up. As for Tang Yazi, I don't want to spread the news. Finding the child is a very important matter and cannot be delayed!"

Yang Ruoqing said angrily.

Damn, I hate hearing the words "poke in the spine" the most.

When people live in this world, do they have to live in the eyes of others for everything, big or small?

Aren't you tired?

One hundred people have one hundred kinds of eyes and one hundred judgment standards.

Can you take care of everything?

cannot!

In this case, why can't you retain some of your own personality?

Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian saw that Yang Ruoqing's tone and attitude were so firm, so they both knew better and said no more.

Here, Mrs. Sun thought for a while and said to Yang Ruoqing: "After all, your second uncle is your father's biological brother, and everyone can only die once."

"In our countryside, weddings and funerals, especially weddings and funerals, cause the greatest loss of life."

"Qing'er, we all understand how you feel, but regarding your second uncle, you'd better send a message to Tang Yazi."

"You should be more flexible in what you say in your letter. If he has something to look for, then others can poke his spine if they want, but Chen'er is worried."

"If there is still no progress in the search, let Tangyazi and the others go back to the village to rest for two days. What do you think?"

On the side, Da Sun also said: "Qing'er, regarding this matter, you should listen to my suggestion and send a message to Tang Yazi."

When I saw the four closest women around me, they all said this.

Yang Ruoqing was also in a bit of trouble.

"Okay, okay, I'll send him a message."

…

I slept with Baby Luo for a while, and most of the fatigue from walking over mountains and ridges in the past few days disappeared after I got up.

"Baby, let's go to Grandma's house next door and see what delicious food Grandma cooked for our baby at night!"

Yang Ruoqing added a small piece of clothing to Baby Luo and carried her out of the house.

In the kitchen in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, Mrs. Sun was cooking. Yang Huazhong stood by the pot and talked to Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruoqing came in with Baby Luo in her arms. When the couple saw the baby, they both had loving smiles on their faces.

"Here comes the baby, please give me a hug!"

Yang Huazhong took Baby Luo over and played with him in his arms.

Yang Ruoqing looked at it with a smile.

"Dad, how was the discussion about the second uncle's funeral going?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong said: "Write an IOU."

"Several houses, each room will be borrowed one tael of silver, this is what Mr. Bai will pay back in the future."

"In addition, everyone can also donate privately. It depends on personal wishes and is not forced." Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows. Old Yang finally compromised this time and accepted everyone's wishes, no longer insisting on his own way.

"Then who made gifts privately?" she asked again.

Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "The big house, the fifth house, and I each gave a little money to Lan Yatou and Bai Xiaozi in private. Together, we have about three taels of silver."

"What about my grandparents? Did they say anything?" she then asked.

Yang Huazhong shook his head: "Your father also wants to sponsor one, but you said he has no money."

"Why does grandma have no money in her hand?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised and said.

"During the holidays, we give filial piety money to each roommate."

"I've done the calculations for them. After a year, they can save five or six taels of silver on hand. They don't have much expenses themselves. We provide the clothes and food for the four seasons in each room. How come it's not possible?

Money?" she said.

Yang Huazhong and Sun looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

Yang Ruoqing understood instantly.

Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan secretly gave all the filial piety money they received from their sons to their sister-in-law.

hehe……

Yang Ruoqing could only smile.

"The money is given to the two elders, and it belongs to them. We, the younger generation, don't have to worry about who they want to subsidize." She said immediately.

It's just that I have such a biased view in private, but publicly I still talk about asking everyone to unite and be selfless and fair. This is a bit funny.

"Dad, have we discussed the funeral? What are you planning to do?" She asked this instead.

Mentioning this, Yang Huazhong said: "I was just telling your mother about this."

"Your father said, everything will follow your uncle's procedure last time."

"Give the letter to your relatives early tomorrow morning, bury him in the morning, and do the rituals the day after!"
Chapter completed!