The basket in Yang Ruoqing's hand was quickly picked up by people from the Chen family, and she heard some people in the surrounding crowd talking quietly.

"Isn't this a member of the old Yang family in Changping Village? The girl Qing'er who owns a big restaurant in the town and runs the transport team and herb collection team is also here!"

"Chen Biao was working in Miss Qing'er's restaurant. Why did the owner bring a team over to pay his respects?"

"Miss Qing'er is mourning, don't you know? The old Yang family and the old Chen family are married, so they are here to mourn as relatives!"

"What? Did I hear you correctly? Who is it with Lao Chen's family?"

"It's Chen Biao. I heard that Chen Biao is engaged to a girl from the fourth room of Lao Yang's family. That girl is Miss Qing'er's cousin, and she was also the red string pulled by Miss Qing'er..."

"No wonder!"

"Oh, Chen Biao is quite capable. He worked as a waiter in a restaurant and even hooked up with his boss's cousin..."

"What do you mean by hooking up? You should speak politely, this young man and woman are in love with each other..."

"Oh, you're so elegant, it's so annoying. Why don't you take the No. 1 exam for being elegant?"

"Not to mention, the number one scholar in this subject comes from the old Yang family in Changping Village, Qingshui Town, and he is the younger brother of this girl Qing'er!"

"Really?"

"I lied to you and killed your whole family. When the number one scholar returned home in February, the whole Qingshui Town was blown up."

"The Number One Scholar family was even more generous. They invited the opera troupe from Liujiacun to come over and perform the opera for three days."

"All the fried dough sticks and twists vendors in Qingshui Town have been invited over. The men, women, and children watching the show can eat the fried dough sticks and twists as much as they want to keep them satisfied!"

"That's what happened. I have a relative in Changping Village who came to pick us up and go to the theater. During those three days, I almost died from the dough sticks..."

"..."

With these sounds in her ears all the time, Yang Ruoqing curled her lips secretly.

I have been in business for so many years and accumulated so much wealth.

Tang Yazi's sensation caused a stir in the court and frightened the enemies of Nanmanzi and Black Lotus.

For these comfortable people in the rear, they don't seem to pay much attention to a general.

But Da'an was different. If he got the top prize in the examination, almost the whole Daqi knew about it.

He really answered that sentence, and after ten years of being cold and lonely, no one asked him, and he became famous all over the world.

Everything is inferior, only reading is superior!

As everyone entered the mourning hall together, the decoration of the mourning hall was also very simple.

A big word "Dian" hangs on the white curtain. Behind the curtain is a black coffin, with tung oil lamps lit at the four corners of the coffin.

The head and tail of the coffin were raised high, and there were charms written on yellow paper on them.

Chen Biao Niang wore a white flower on her head, knelt beside the coffin, burned paper money into the brazier, and cried.

There was a woman accompanying him, probably Chen Biao's aunt or something.

In addition, there were three or two people who came to help. In short, it was cold and thin.

But the influx of so many people from Lao Yang's family immediately broke the coldness of the mourning hall.

The woman accompanying Chen Biaoniang was a little surprised when she saw this large force coming in. She quickly said to Chen Biaoniang: "Sister, look quickly, Lao Yang's family is coming!"

When Chen Biaoniang saw Lao Yangtou and others, it was as if she had met the backbone. She rushed towards this side, knelt down, kowtowed, and howled to the mainland.

At this time, the female relatives in the team, Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Liu, quickly came forward and supported Chen Biaoniang on the left and right.

After all, Yang Ruoqing was young, and she didn't know how to persuade her in this situation. To be more polite, any words in this situation were useless.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing could only shed tears.

Everyone sat in the mourning hall for a while, lamented for a while, and then helped arrange the things they had brought.

Paper-made sedans and horses, paper-made houses and courtyards, rows of wreaths, and elegiac couplets handwritten by the number one scholar, Lang Daan...

The entire Chenjia Village came to the mourning hall to watch the excitement, and the mourning hall suddenly became less deserted.

Adults and children were running around, especially some old ladies who brought ponies from home and sat there to watch the fun in a serious manner.

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head.

In her opinion, it is only right to let the deceased leave quietly.

But the customs here are completely different. Everyone feels that when people leave, they must make a fuss and beat gongs and drums.

Moreover, the more people at home wear mourning clothes, the more people cry, the more people come to pay their respects, and a long street is lined with banquets for funerals, the more it proves that the deceased was a blessed person with many children and grandchildren.

Moreover, many elderly people envy this lively scene and want to leave in such a grand manner.

Therefore, a new word came out, ‘watch the fun’.

Everyone likes excitement and is afraid of loneliness.

…

After a simple banquet at the Chen family, Ju'er was left to pay filial piety to Chen Biao's father, while the rest of the old Yang family returned.

"We haven't even gotten married yet, but we went to send a funeral ceremony, and my daughter went to wear sackcloth and pay her respects. We can be regarded as the first family in eight villages within ten miles."

On the way back, Yang Huaming said helplessly.

Old Yangtou said: "There is nothing you can do. This means that my daughter has grown up and she has no control over you. You are doing all this for Ju'er, Ju'er will understand."

Yang Huaming said: "This is really for that dead girl. I don't want anything else. I just hope that after she gets married to Chen Biao, she can support the family well and support us old people!"

Old Yangtou said: "Yes, I will definitely do it. Chen Biao is also a good boy, I can see it."

As soon as Chen Biao's first seven days passed, Yang Huaming began to take action again.

This time, a matchmaker was sent to the door. Taking advantage of the hot filial piety, Chen Biao and Ju'er were asked to get married quickly. Otherwise, it would be difficult to wait for two to three years of filial piety.

Yang Ruoqing, as one of the matchmakers, came to Lao Chen's house with Uncle Chang Geng and Uncle Daniu.

All the things and supplies belonging to Chen Biao's father were burned on the mountain.

The place where the bed used to be was also vacant, and the whole house and yard looked empty.

Chen Biao and Chen Biao's mother lost weight several times, especially his mother, who looked so haggard that she looked more than ten years older.

However, since today was a good day for Chen Biao and Ju'er, the woman still held on, took off the white flowers on her head, and went in and out to prepare the meal for the matchmakers at noon.

Chen Biao's uncle and aunt, as well as his two cousins ​​who were wearing sackcloth and mourning with him that day, also came to his house, running in and out to help carry melon seeds and other things.

Aunt Chen Biao went to the kitchen to help his mother cook, while Uncle Chen Biao greeted the matchmakers in the main room, served tea and water, and chatted.

Chen Biao came over and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Sister Qing'er, can you come to the yard? I have something to tell you."

Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly, put the melon seeds in her hand back on the table, got up and followed him to the yard.
Chapter completed!