Considering the relationship between the time and the temperature, although Yang Ruoqing provided ice cubes, she also took out the spices that she had treasured for a long time.

They were put together in Ga Po's coffin. These spices have a certain antiseptic effect. In such hot weather, they can delay the decay of the corpse for a few days, so that the mage can complete it smoothly and successfully.

"Qing'er, you spent a lot of money on your grandma's burial this time. I heard that those spices were presented as tribute to the emperor and are priceless..."

After the burial was completed, Old Suntou and Yang Ruoqing said in a deep voice, and the old man's eyes were full of gratitude.

Yang Ruoqing said: "This is the last thing I can do for Grandma Ga, and it is what I should do."

Lao Suntou nodded, "You are so sensible and filial. I will be very pleased that your grandmother is alive in heaven. She will also bless Tang Yazi and Da'an to be safe and sound outside."

Yang Ruoqing felt a little guilty when she mentioned Tangyazi and Da'an.

"Ga Po passed away, and neither of them could come back to see Ga Po on her last journey..."

Lao Suntou waved his hand: "We can understand the chaos outside, and so can your grandmother. What's more, Da'an and Tangya are filial juniors themselves. Your grandmother told me about them when she was alive.

, all due to praise..."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "There are always many unsatisfactory things in the world. We can only wait until they return home in the future, and then go to Ga Po's grave in person to burn incense and kowtow..."

I couldn't say any more, otherwise tears would come out again.

Old Sun raised his hand and stroked his granddaughter's forehead, "Don't cry anymore. Your grandma got the disease that she suffered from. Now she is free and doesn't have to suffer. It's a good thing for her."

Yang Ruoqing nodded with tears in her eyes. The matter is over, the deceased is gone, and the living can only comfort themselves in this way.

Because, those who are gone are gone, and those who are alive must continue to live.

Late in the night, near midnight, the coffin containing Mrs. Sun was carried onto the mule cart parked at the entrance of the yard.

At this time, the entire Sun family, the house, and the yard were all hung with white lanterns.

People who came to help came in and out. Blacksmith Luo held a rooster with its throat cut in his hand and walked ahead with a lantern to clear the way.

Behind Blacksmith Luo is Dajie, the eldest son of the Sun family.

Dajie followed Blacksmith Luo step by step, holding the coffin of Mrs. Sun with his head lowered.

Further back is the coffin pulled by a mule cart, driven by uncles and nephews Yang Huaming and Yang Yongjin.

Behind the mule cart were the eldest Sun family members and the Sun family members, Yang Ruoqing, Cao's eighth sister Xiaojie, who were all wearing sackcloth and mourning. They were crying in tears.

Behind the women were Yang Huazhong, Wang Hongquan, Yang Yongzhi and other men. They carried incense paper and firecrackers on their shoulders, as well as the clothes, shoes and socks worn by Mrs. Sun in front of her, and other daily necessities.

According to the customs in Mianniushan area, after a person dies, if the younger generation is willing, they can leave a few symbolic things as remembrances in the future, and other things will be burned together, saying that they will be taken away by the deceased.

Went there and continued using it.

So Yang Huazhong and others carried large and small bags, and the group walked toward Mianniu Mountain behind Changping Village.

It was late at night and most people in the village were asleep.

But they had heard the news beforehand and found out which road in the village Old Mrs. Sun's coffin passed through, so every house on that road hung screens on their doors and windows.

The villagers all reached a consensus, believing that the fine mesh of the sieve has great supernatural powers and can prevent the invasion of evil spirits, just like the door god.

The group passed through the village, entered the willow forest, and then began to climb over the mountains.

There are wild beasts in the mountains, but most of them are not afraid because of the large number of people.

Yang Yongjin and several strong men went to the front to clear the road and set off firecrackers at intervals to drive away the wild beasts.

Yang Huazhong and others in the back all had hatchets hanging on their waists, escorting them all the way.

Protected in the middle was Old Mrs. Sun's coffin and the female family members stumbling behind the coffin.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua supported Sun on the left and right.

Xiaojie and Cao Bamei supported Da Sun, while Xiao Duo held a lantern in his hand.

Yang Ruoqing heard Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun crying all the way, "My good mother, my dear mother, don't be afraid of the darkness in the mountains. We will take you back to the village..."

These words are really heartbreaking when they stop in my ears.

Yang Ruoqing looked up at the black lacquered wood coffin on the mule cart in front of her and bit her lip.

Since Gapo's family moved out of Sunjiagou seven or eight years ago, Gapo has returned to Sunjiagou once. That was the year when Dajie passed the examination for scholar, and the Sun family went back to Sunjiagou to hold a banquet.

Three or four years have passed since then. I didn’t expect that when I returned to Sunjiagou again, it would be in such a way. It was really fate that played a trick on people, and things in the world were unpredictable!

The mountain road was winding and long, as if there was no end. Yang Ruoqing was also muttering silently in her heart: Don't be afraid, Granny, Qing'er will take you back to Sunjiagou...

From midnight to dawn, when the sun slowly rose from the mountains to the east, Yang Ruoqing and his party had already arrived at the cliff opposite Sunjiagou.

Across a cliff, you can see from a distance that the entrance to the village opposite Sunjiagou has been hung with white flags. My uncle and a group of relatives and friends of the Sun family have been waiting at the entrance of the village.

I saw a huge funeral procession coming here, with loud gongs and drums at the entrance of the village, firecrackers blasting, and loud cries.

The cry came from afar, and the eldest Sun family and Sun family here heard it, and their grief was triggered again, and they were out of control.

So, when the two teams met at the entrance of the village, the women held their heads and cried together, and a circle of sobbing women and men lay beside the coffin.

"Good aunt, why did you go there? Oh my god, what a good person..."

"Dear aunt, my good aunt, my mother died when I was a child, and you always brought me shoes during the holidays. You are my biological mother..."

All day long, the air above Sunjiagou was filled with an indescribable sadness, as if the sky was falling.

…

In a corner of the ancestral hall, Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei sat quietly beside the coffin.

Xiaojie came over from there, came to them and sat down angrily.

"Fake, they are all fake, none of them are sincere!" Xiaojie muttered, looking unhappy.

"What's wrong, Xiaojie? Who are you fighting against?" Cao Bamei asked.

Xiaojie said: "Who else can it be? Of course they are those women who call me aunties and kiss aunties!"

"What's wrong with them?" Cao Bamei asked again.

Xiaojie pouted and said: "Before, I was lying next to my mother's coffin and crying to death. Just now I came from the old house and saw them cooking in the kitchen, chatting and frying meatballs.

Put it in your mouth and it will make you happy!"

Cao Bamei and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, with no surprise in their eyes.

Yang Ruoqing looked around cautiously. It was noon at this time, and only a few of their juniors were left in the ancestral hall to guard Ga Po's coffin. Everyone else returned to the old house.

Mother and Grandpa also went because they wanted to entertain those who came to pay their respects.
Chapter completed!