Although Yang Ruoqing disagreed with Lao Yangtou's plan to organize a funeral for the old man of the Yang family, she did not openly oppose it.

On the one hand, this is something Lao Yang really wants to do and has his own ideas.

On the other hand, the dead are the greatest.

Even if a dog or cat dies on the roadside, people will feel a little compassion and want to move them somewhere else.

Dig a small pit, bury them with a few handfuls of soil.

Mother Earth gave birth to all living things. Now that she dies, it is best to rest in the earth.

What's more, the old man is a person, and after all, he is related by blood to everyone.

Helping him organize his funeral can be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

"Master, take this money and go do it." Yang Ruoqing directly drew a banknote and gave it to Old Yangtou.

This is Yuncheng. Old Yangtou wants to hold a funeral for the old lady, so he has to invite a Taoist priest.

Moreover, manpower is needed for encoffining, buying coffins, and burial.

In this foreign land, without any relatives, you can only use enough money to get things done.

Old Yang glanced at the banknote handed over by Yang Ruoqing, shook his head and said: "You don't need to subsidize it. This is my responsibility, so I should pay for it myself."

Yang Ruoqing knew Old Yangtou's stubborn character, so she didn't persist.

Yang Huazhong said: "Dad, if you don't use Qing'er's, then use this of mine."

Yang Huazhong also took out a silver note with a face value of one hundred taels, "This is the compensation the old man gave us last time. This money is his coffin book. Now, I will use this coffin book to arrange the funeral arrangements for his old man."

Bar."

Lao Yangtou took the money.

"I was wondering whether I should go find those nephews from my family, give them some money, and ask them to come over and wear sackcloth to express their mourning for the old man."

"It's so lively and lively, what do you think?" Old Yangtou asked Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing what they wanted.

Yang Huazhong showed hesitation on his face, the old housekeeper stopped crying, but Yang Ruoqing refused directly.

"Although as long as they give enough money, those people will definitely be willing to come and pay tribute to the old man, but,"

"If the old man has a soul in heaven, he definitely doesn't want to, nor would he be interested in seeing those people who pretend to cry on their faces but smile in their hearts to come and be 'filial sons and grandsons'," she said.

Yang Huazhong said: "Well, I agree with Qing'er's words."

The old housekeeper also nodded in agreement.

Old Yangtou said: "Okay, then I will do what you said. Qing'er is right. Don't let those hypocritical people send you off on this last journey. I agree with the old man and I agree with you."

The old housekeeper said: "It's a pity that in the end, the old man didn't even have anyone to break the pot and hold his portrait!"

This kind of thing is done by the eldest son. If the eldest son is gone, let the other sons do it.

The old man's son killed him and now he is on the run because of his guilt.

The eldest grandson died a few years ago, and now he has a granddaughter.

The only granddaughter was brought back to her parents' home by the Zhou family, and she never showed up.

Thinking of this, Old Yang raised his head and looked at Yang Huazhong, his expression was tangled, complicated, and somewhat difficult to express.

"Dad, do you want me to be a filial son? Help your uncle break the basin and hold the portrait?" Yang Huazhong saw what Lao Yangtou meant and asked directly.

Lao Yang nodded, "If I had no other choice, I wouldn't want you to do this..."

Because he is not dead yet, it is a bit unlucky to ask Yang Huazhong to do these things.

But thinking that this was his cousin after all, a blood cousin, Old Yangtou softened his heart again.

Yang Huazhong said: "Dad, if you think it's okay, I'll break this basin. I'm a nephew, and nephews can do it too!"

Old Yang raised his hand and patted Yang Huazhong on the shoulder, "Your uncle has a spirit in heaven and will bless you."

That's how it was decided.

The next step is to hold a funeral for the old man. The funeral will be held in the small courtyard behind the Yang Mansion.

According to the custom in this area of ​​Yuncheng, a group of Taoist priests were invited to come over and perform rituals.

Trumpet, suona, and wind.

Because this death came in a hurry, the old man's original coffin was made of very good wood.

It was prepared before the old man's sixtieth birthday, and it was the home where he would rest after his death.

But something went wrong in the Yang Mansion last time. In the chaos, the coffin that the old man carefully prepared for himself was stolen.

This time, in a hurry, Yang Huazhong went to the coffin shop and bought an ordinary coffin to make do with.

Because the weather was too hot, Yang Ruoqing suggested burning the old man's body first before performing any rituals.

Otherwise, the bursts of stench can make people faint.

Moreover, it also spreads germs, causing these living people to suffer.

Old Yangtou and the old housekeeper discussed it and agreed.

The magic ceremony finally went on smoothly without causing any odor. Yang Huazhong put on mourning, threw basins, raised soul-calling flags, and carried portraits...

Yang Huazhong braved the sweltering heat and played the role of a filial son and grandson conscientiously.

There is no profanity at all, and there is rigor and sadness on his face.

Yang Ruoqing looked at it with heartache in her eyes.

As for Old Yangtou, his face was full of relief.

The old man seemed to see that a hundred years later, when he returned to the West, his third son would definitely be like this.

Happiness comes from comparison.

At this moment, Lao Yangtou felt a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt in the past few decades.

At night, the rituals continued. Because the old man of the Yang family died in vain, some special rituals had to be performed.

So everyone is staying up late this night.

After tonight's rituals are completed, he can be buried early tomorrow morning.

That night, in a certain fireworks alley in Yuncheng, in an inconspicuous room in a hook-and-rail courtyard with a sign for receiving guests.

Yang Wenxuan sat crookedly at the table, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a pot of wine in the other.

Take a bite of chicken leg and drink a sip of soju.

Then he grinned and giggled a few times, but tears welled up in his eyes again.

"Dad, drink..."

He lifted the wine bottle in his hand and poured it on the ground in front of his feet.

"Dad, drink. My unfilial son offers you a glass of wine. I hope you have a good trip on the road to hell..."

Yang Wenxuan poured water and started crying again.

"Dad, my son didn't mean to kill you. He was angry at the moment and made a mistake..."

"You said you are serious. As a son like me, you didn't even give me the last coffin you had."

"I have nothing now. If you give me your last coffin book, maybe I can make a comeback!"

"Don't blame me for this. I didn't mean to kill you. I really made a mistake..." Yang Wenxuan cried again as he said this.

He raised the wine bottle in his hand and poured it into his mouth, drinking gurglingly.

When it was over, the wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Chapter completed!