Mu Zichuan ignored the words of his aunt of the Mu family, and instead said to his eldest aunt: "Aunt, I'm really not hungry at all. Thank you, aunt, and cousin Doujiao for your concern. You don't need to bother me."

The eldest aunt of the Mu family waved her hand and said: "No trouble, no trouble, you were originally my nephew, and now you are my son-in-law. Your mother is gone, and your uncle and I will be your home from now on!"

After saying these words, the eldest aunt of the Mu family hurried out of the house. Mu Zichuan could not stop her in time and stood there, thinking that her aunt was really good to her. It was so tiring to heat up food for herself so late...

Outside the house, the voice of the eldest aunt of the Mu family was heard, calling the servants in the servant's room.

"You two, hurry up and heat up the food for me. I'm hungry!"

The two servant girls responded in succession, and immediately the footsteps entered the kitchen.

In the west room, Mu Zichuan's lips curved with a hint of loneliness. After all, there were still many, many barriers...

One day and two nights later, Lady Zichuan was laid to rest and her coffin was sealed.

The coffin was carried to the ancestral hall at the entrance of Changping Village. A team of Taoist priests were invited. The gongs and drums were noisy. From noon to early morning, rituals were held one after another.

There was a ritual ceremony in which the Taoist priest led the way with a copper coin sword in his hand, circling around Zichuan Niang's coffin, and singing incomprehensible scriptures while circling.

Behind the Taoist priest, Mu Zichuan, who was dressed in linen mourning clothes, held the memorial tablet of Zi Chuan Niang with both hands and a soul-calling flag stuck in his arm. He followed the Taoist priest and circled around the coffin. After walking a few steps, he stopped and walked from east to west, north to south.

Kneel down and worship the coffin in four directions.

Not far away, Liu Doukou and Yang Ruoqing were standing side by side.

One is the prospective daughter-in-law and niece, and the other is the adopted daughter. Both of them are also wearing linen and mourning, and each holds a paper lotus lantern in their hands, ready at any time.

Behind the two of them, several rows of people were kneeling in sequence, including the Liu family's cousins ​​and their cousins' children.

Several servants, wives and maids from Lao Mu's family also came to pay homage to the old lady. In addition, there were also several juniors from other families in the village.

These people are either the neighbors next door to Lao Mu's family, or they are two generations up from Lao Mu's family, saying they are of the same clan and so on...

To put it bluntly, because Mu Zichuan is a high-ranking official in the capital, and like Luo Fengtang, he is also a popular person in front of the emperor, so at this time, some flatterers just seize the opportunity to flatter him and please him.

"Don't think that just because you are standing here with me, you are the mistress of Lao Mu's family. Let me tell you, sooner or later, I, Liu Doukou, will have the final say in Lao Mu's family."

Among the noisy sounds, Yang Ruoqing suddenly heard such a discordant sound coming into her ears.

You don't have to turn around to see that Liu Doukou is looking for trouble.

"You think too much."

Yang Ruoqing just said lightly.

"You know how your marriage came about. Now that your godmother has passed away, if you still want to keep your marriage, just pretend to be virtuous first, and don't make it funny when the cooked duck is still flying.

Already." Yang Ruoqing said.

"What did you say? Are you cursing my marriage to fall through?" Liu Doukou's eyes became sharp.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at her sideways, with contempt in her eyes.

"You don't deserve my curse, because I don't treat you as a normal person at all." She wrote lightly.

"Who are you scolding? You're looking for death!" Liu Doukou was so angry that he even raised his foot to step on Yang Ruoqing's foot.

However, Yang Ruoqing turned her back and kicked her hard.

Yang Ruoqing's kick directly hit Liu Doukou's ankle, and Liu Doukou's body suddenly fell forward and fell to the ground.

There was a burning pain in her ankle, the kind that came from the cracks in the bones. The pain was so painful that tears rolled out of her eyes.

The noise here alarmed the mourning hall, and everyone looked this way. Even the Taoist priest and Mu Zichuan stopped their steps and looked in Liu Doukou's direction.

"Cousin Cardamom, what's wrong with you?" Mu Zichuan asked.

Just as Liu Doukou was about to accuse Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing suddenly came to her side, squatted down and held her shoulders.

I don't know where Yang Ruoqing's hand pressed on her back, and a sharp pain that was more painful than before hit her.

Liu Doukou opened her mouth several times, but could not utter a single word. She gasped for air and choked, and her tears surged out like a flood from a dam...

"Cousin Cardamom thought of all the things that happened to my godmother during her lifetime, and she was so sad that she almost fainted..."

Yang Ruoqing explained to Mu Zichuan and everyone around her with a moved expression.

The people around her were moved, sighing, and some praised Liu Doukou for being such a filial and good girl.

Even Mu Zichuan's eyes when looking at Liu Doukou were surprisingly gentle.

"It's cold on the ground, Qing'er, please help cousin Daukou get up." Mu Zichuan warned, then turned around and followed the Taoist priest to continue the unfinished rituals.

Here, Liu Doukou glared angrily at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and blocked her gaze with her back. She stared at Liu Doukou coldly: "Look, everyone is praising you. Zichuan also looks at you differently. If you are smarter, just be good.

Get up, if you are stupid, then you can continue to toss, anyway, I have a husband and children, so I don’t care!"

Liu Doukou was so angry that she almost fainted, and she was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat.

"Yang Ruoqing, remember you are trying to trick me, we will see!"

After saying these cruel words, Liu Doukou grabbed Yang Ruoqing's arm and slowly got up from the ground under the gaze of everyone.

Several aunts and aunts even came over to comfort Liu Doukou. Liu Doukou had to show a sad expression on his face and listened meekly, nodding lightly from time to time.

Yang Ruoqing was no longer interested in standing with her and acting together, so she found an opportunity to stand on the other side.

The next series of rituals went smoothly. Liu Doukou had suffered a loss before and no longer dared to find trouble with her.

When it gets dark, the last ritual ceremony begins at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Yang Huazhong and the others all came, and they all helped. They put all the things that Lady Zichuan used, the clothes that she wore, and the bedding that she slept on, piled them on the hay pile at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and then poured wine on them.

, lit...

All kinds of paper sedans and horses, three entrances to the house, and several pairs of paper figures for serving were all put together and burned. These things were all brought to the end by Lady Zichuan for use.

Seeing these paper-made things, a bunch of old men and women in the village were extremely envious.

These things are very expensive.

Take the white paper horse for example. It is almost the same size as a real horse and is indistinguishable.

Ask the best master in town to do this. It costs at least five taels of silver to tie a horse.

Five taels of silver, but this farmer's family of five or six people has enough food, clothing and food for a whole year. This is just a paper horse. The price of a three-year-old house will double. In addition, there are paper figures...

Can’t afford to die!

Everyone lamented that they were really lucky to have a rich and good son. He had good food, shelter and good care during his lifetime, and he could still live a good life after his death.
Chapter completed!