"Then we went over yesterday and saw each other for the last time." Old Yangtou sighed.

Yang Huaming said: "I left last night while having dinner. According to the custom in our area, I will stay at home for a day today, and I will be buried tomorrow. I will be a priest the day after, and I will be carried up the mountain for burial the day after."

"Then as my in-laws, I'm going to pay my respects the day after tomorrow, right?" he asked again.

Old Yangtou nodded, "Yes, according to this date, I will go to mourn the day after tomorrow."

Yang Huaming frowned and said, "The wedding has not even happened yet, and we are rushing to do the funeral. What a damn unlucky thing!"

"If I had known this to be the case, I should have been cruel and refused to agree to this marriage, hey!"

Hearing Yang Huaming's words, Yang Huazhong frowned.

"Fourth brother, you can't say that. If you had a choice, why would Father Chen Biao be willing to die? How wonderful it would be to see his sons get married and start a business!" Yang Huazhong said.

"Besides, it's the fate of the two children that makes you become in-laws. I won't say anything else. The deceased is the most important, and it's for the sake of the children. Let's take care of it!" he said again.

Yang Huaming looked helpless, "Hey, when things get to this point, this is the only way it can be."

"What, dad, third brother, I have never organized a funeral by myself before. When my father-in-law died, I had just gotten married and didn't know anything."

"Our old Yang family was not divided at that time, and it was you who took care of the funeral."

"Now I have no idea how to give this or how much to give. I still need you to help me make up my mind!" Yang Huaming said.

Old Yangtou said: "Don't worry about this. Your father and I are not confused yet. As long as you prepare the money, I will take care of the rest."

Yang Huaming scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said: "What, dad, please think about it for me when you are thinking about the arrangements. I really don't have a lot of money left in my hand now..."

Old Yangtou glared at Yang Huaming angrily, "Why do you have so many things going on? They all happen one at a time."

"Even if you don't have any money anymore, you can borrow it. We have to deliver it according to the funeral standards, otherwise we will make people laugh!" said the old man.

Yang Huaming smiled in embarrassment, "Okay, let's think about it first, what should we give, so that I can add it all up..."

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"Is everyone here? Have you got everything? Is there nothing missing?"

On the main road of Yang Huazhong's house, people beat gongs and drums, held wreaths, and carried long bamboo poles with firecrackers rolled on them.

Others carried bundles of old cloth, rice, incense paper, incense and candles on loaders.

Among these people, there are men and women, most of them are from the Lao Yang family, and some are from Chang Geng and Daniu.

"Dad, give me these baskets, and I'll put them on the carriage together."

Yang Ruoqing came to Yang Huazhong, took the basket containing the mourning objects from his hand, and put it on the carriage behind.

The large army set off, with Yang Huaming taking the lead, and everyone walked together in the direction of Qingshui Town.

"Qing'er, this is not the alley where we go to Chen Biao's house. Where are we going?"

In the carriage, Yang Yongxian looked at the scenery outside and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Chen Biao started working when he was young, and later he bought a house in the alley in the town, which is the small courtyard we visited last time."

"But Chen Biao's grandparents, as well as his relatives for generations, all live in Chenjia Village, east of Qingshui Town."

"There is an ancestral hall there. When Chen Biao left, he would naturally send him back to Chenjiacun and then go to the ancestral hall to perform rituals." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Yongxian nodded and understood.

"Chen Biao's grandparents must have passed away, right? Are there any other relatives in Chenjiacun?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I haven't asked Chen Biao about this, but Chef Zhou and Chen Biaoniang are cousins."

"When Ju'er fell in love with Chen Biao at first sight, I asked Chef Zhou about this. Chef Zhou said that Chen Biao's grandparents had passed away a long time ago,"

"Dad Chen Biao is the only son in the family. He has three sisters. The eldest sister and the third sister are both dead. The remaining second sister is still mentally retarded. She was married far away and probably doesn't move much anymore."

"As for the other cousins, let's just leave it that way, close or not, distant or not. Otherwise, when Chen Biao's father was hospitalized in the county for two days, Chen Biao wouldn't have been alone by his bedside.

, at most Uncle Chen Biao came over."

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Yang Yongxian sighed.

Suddenly I realized in my heart how lucky I was to have a grandma, who loved his eldest grandson the most.

I have a mother. Although she is a deaf-mute and gets sick every spring, she is still good and protects him in other seasons.

There are also three biological brothers. Except for the fourth brother who is a bit different, the second brother and the third brother really have nothing to say.

When he was sick in bed a few days ago, he was taken care of by his third brother and sister. In addition, the three uncles at home also took good care of him, especially the third uncle, who treated him like a son.

Happiness really comes from comparison.

Thinking that there were so many relatives around him who were caring about and protecting him, Yang Yongxian suddenly felt that some of the dark clouds in his heart because of Li Xiuxin's incident a while ago had disappeared in an instant.

Chenjiacun.

Lao Yang's family arrived in Chenjiacun in great force.

Chenjia Village is not as big as Changping Village. The village entrance has a somewhat similar layout to Changping Village, and is also a pond.

However, compared with the large pond in Changping Village, the pond at the entrance of Chenjia Village looks like a crescent moon, so everyone calls it Moon Pond.

On the other side of Yuetang is the ancestral hall of Chenjiacun.

The mourning procession stopped at the Moon Pond, and Yang Ruoqing and Yang Yongxian also got off the carriage and prepared to walk there.

The gongs and drums team brought here began to play, and the firecrackers also started to sound.

Yang Ruoqing was carrying a basket and looked up at the front of the Chenjia Village Ancestral Hall opposite, and saw three lonely people in mourning clothes kneeling at the door.

The one in the middle is Chen Biao, and the two on the side are obviously two children.

Apart from this, there are no other people wearing sackcloth or wearing filial piety.

Hey, this is really withered and cold!

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself as she followed the mourning procession towards the ancestral hall.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, there were also a few people standing here to greet him. They should be relatives of the Chen family.

A lazy look.

But when they saw clearly that there was a large group of mourners here, they seemed a little surprised.

Someone with sharp eyes knew Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing and hurriedly told others.

Those lazy people immediately cheered up, and those who set off firecrackers and beat gongs and drums came forward to pick up things...

Here, Chen Biao and three other people knelt on the ground, buried Chen Biao's head deeply on the ground, and kowtowed to Lao Yangtou and the others.

I am grateful that they came to mourn, to see his father off on his last journey, and to support the scene.

"Good boy, I'm sorry for you, get up, get up!"

Yang Huaming walked in the front as his future father-in-law. He came forward and leaned over to pull Chen Biao up and said comforting words.
Chapter completed!