"Everyone has their own difficulties. Your grandma has many things that you can't let go of, so why is my grandma any different?"

Yang Ruoqing said softly.

"Your uncle and your cousin are in such a mess that your grandma is worried and won't live in peace."

"My grandma's life is getting better and better for my uncle's family. My cousin-in-law is even pregnant. With such good times, the family will soon be filled with children and grandchildren. My grandma is reluctant to leave."

"They are two poor old people. There is nothing we can do about it. We all have to leave as long as we are alive. We don't know when..."

"Sister Lan'er, the deceased is gone, and the living must also mourn and adapt."

"You should use your filial piety towards your grandpa from now on. Your grandma is gone and your grandpa is alone..."

Lao Suntou is the best example.

There was no one to talk to in the room, and I usually found the old woman's advice annoying when I drank. Now I picked up the wine glass, and without the old woman's advice, I felt empty, and the wine no longer tasted good.

After a lifetime of ups and downs, I have long become accustomed to the other party's presence and interference.

When I'm here, I feel annoyed, but when I'm gone, I just think about it and feel regretful...

People, life is really not easy. Every day we are together, we must be happy and treat each other as guests. This way, when we are separated in the future, we will have less regrets and more satisfaction when we look back.

The two sisters cherished each other and comforted each other, finally feeling better.

With the help of the other members of the Lao Yang family, Mrs. Yang's funeral was still managed in style.

The son Yang Zhenbang who did not break the basin, and the grandson Yang Duocai naturally took over his father's position, dressed in filial piety clothes, and followed the Taoist priests to perform various rituals, kneeling and worshiping, in an endless cycle.

The uneducated young master of the Yang family, who used to play cricket cards in town, seemed to have grown up several years after this incident. He gave away all his belongings, which were the two things that the Lin family forced him to write and leave.

All the ten taels of silver were taken out and handed over to the third uncle Yang Huazhong to prepare for the funeral.

Yang Huazhong was reluctant to use his nephew's money and asked for sponsorship, but Yang Duocai declined.

Yang Duocai's original words are as follows: "My uncle and all my uncles, cousins, aunts, and cousins ​​helped my family get through the difficulties and helped me put my grandma to rest. They are great benefactors with many talents."

"To prepare for grandma's funeral, I can still afford it. I don't want to use any of my uncles' money. I was not sensible before. I asked you uncles to help me this time. I will treat it as if I did what I did to my grandma in the end."

Be a little filial!"

Yang Duocai's words made everyone feel happy.

The Yang family fell into decline. Except for the small farmhouse in Changping Village and the twenty taels of silver Yang Duocai had on him, everything else was seized by the government.

After this catastrophe, if Yang Duocai could really be sensible, change his mind, abandon all the bad habits of his father, be a good person, and do things in a down-to-earth manner,

Little old Yangtou is still a little hopeful. In the future, the Yang family is still expected to be able to stand up the family again, have children, spread branches and leaves in the land of Changping Village, and continue the incense!

Since Yang Duocai has such a heart, Yang Huazhong and others will naturally give him a hand.

During this funeral, Yang Huazhong and the others considered all aspects of the Yang family's affairs, taking into account the overall situation and not letting the people who came to mourn and watch the fun laugh. Some unnecessary expenses were also minimized as much as possible.

Moreover, Yang Huazhong and other juniors, including Yang Ruoqing and others, all came to show mourning for the little old Mrs. Yang to increase her prestige.

This is the custom in this area. When the deceased dies, the more people wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, it means that the descendants will be prosperous and blessed.

If there are only two or three lonely people milling around, in the words of the villagers, it will be unattractive.

Especially when carrying the coffin up the mountain, the cries are so loud that the whole world is shaken.

If she says she doesn't cry, then the old lady will be reborn as a mute in her next life...

With the concerted help of everyone in Lao Yang's family, Mrs. Yang finally made it up the mountain smoothly and was laid to rest.

As soon as the coffin was put down and the new grave was erected, grandson Yang Duocai sprinkled the last handful of new soil on the old lady's grave with both hands. At this time, a few dark clouds suddenly drifted over the crisp autumn sky.

The wind blew one after another, carrying fine raindrops in the wind.

The matter was over, and everyone hurried to the village.

Old Yangtou held the tobacco pole in his hand and stood under the eaves at the entrance of the hall. Looking at the thin rain in the yard, the old man squinted his eyes, and there was a touch of surprise and expectation in his eyes.

"Just after the new grave was buried, it started to rain. It's a good rain. It's a fortune rain." Old Yangtou murmured.

"Maybe in the future this talented kid will really be able to support the family!" Old Yangtou said again.

Sisters Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan, who were busy wiping their hair, looked at each other when they heard this.

The two sisters also looked outside together. In Yang Ruoqing's opinion, it was raining just after the burial. It was because God was sad, so they were crying too.

Why is there still a saying about "making money rain"?

The doubts in my heart were directly asked by my fourth uncle Yang Huaming who was standing next to me.

"Dad, is there still such a saying? Does it mean that the harder it rains, the more money we will make in the future?" he asked.

Old Yangtou was still looking at the rain in the yard and nodded slightly.

"That's what the old saying goes..." the old man said.

Yang Huaming asked again: "Now that Da'an is the number one scholar in our family, are there any strange signs when any of our ancestors were buried in the past?"

Old Yangtou fell into memories...

"It seems...not?" the old man said.

Yang Huaming said: "How is it possible? Not to mention that Da'an is the number one scholar, just talk about our Qing'er, we have such a big business and make so much money, why does this ancestor have to have some strange signs? At least there must be another game

heavy rain!"

"There is also our son-in-law Tang Yazi. He is a general and has met the emperor's people. Shouldn't there be something for the ancestors of the old Luo family to be buried?"

"By the way, I almost missed the old Mu family. Mu Zichuan is also a prostitute. Now he is a high-ranking official in the capital. Where is the imperial envoy? There was no sign of anything unusual when Mu Zichuan's father was buried?"

Old Yangtou looked at Yang Huaming, somewhat unable to recover from his call.

Yang Ruoqing also secretly smacked her tongue, the Fourth Uncle Xindao's thinking power was really powerful, he could think so much.

Old Yang thought about it carefully, then shook his head and spoke slowly.

"Oddly enough, when your grandparents, that is, my parents, were buried, there were no signs of anything unusual."

"I don't know about Lao Mu's family, and I haven't heard of it, but..."

"But what?" Yang Huaming asked.

Yang Ruoqing and the others' attention was also attracted.
Chapter completed!