Although the second wife of the Xiang family had separated before Xiaoduo married into the family, and when Xiaoduo married, the Yang Huazhong family also made it clear to the second brother of the Xiang family that they would not pay New Year greetings in the future and would not move around during the holidays.

However, in the simple concept of the villagers, when there is a funeral in the other party's family, it is reasonable and reasonable to go over and burn incense and pay homage.

What's more, the second wife of the Xiang family is not the elder who has passed away, but the younger one. This tragic thing of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person makes it even more necessary to burn incense.

Honor the deceased.

So, Yang Huazhong drove the carriage straight to Xiangjiazhuang. When passing through Changping Village, he did not go to the middle of the village, but detoured to the periphery of the village.

The mourning hall of the Xiang family is located in the west room where Jin Nan, the second room of the Xiang family, sleeps.

When Yang Huazhong arrived, the hall and yard were in a mess. People from uncle Jin Nan's family and people from Xiangjiazhuang came over to help with the funeral arrangements.

Seeing Yang Huazhong coming, the cattle dealer hurried over to receive him.

The cattle dealer's eyes were red at this time and his voice was hoarse.

"Lao San, you are interested. The mourning hall is over here. I will take you there."

Yang Huazhong nodded and followed the cattle dealer into the west room.

The bed where Jin Nan slept has been dismantled, and now there are several benches with a dark coffin placed on top of the benches.

The coffin exuded a strong and pungent smell of tung oil, and a tung oil lamp was lit at each corner.

In front of the coffin was a white curtain made of coarse old cloth, with a large black character on it: "Die!"

Then there was a table with a bowl of uncooked rice and a few sticks of burning incense stuck on top of the uncooked rice.

In a large bowl, there was a stripped rooster. At the knife edge on the rooster's neck, the blood solidified into black blood beads. The burning incense ashes fell on the naked chicken.

His eyes were not completely closed, and when Yang Huazhong was immersed in burning incense, he felt as if the chicken was squinting at him.

He couldn't tell what he felt, but it didn't feel good anyway.

After burning the incense, Xiang Shengnan, dressed in sackcloth and mourning, hurried over to return the gift.

Yang Huazhong raised his hand and patted Xiang Shengnan's shoulder, silently comforting him.

Then he turned around and looked at the women sitting next to the brazier.

Several women, including Xiaoduo, all wore a white flower beside their ear.

Jin Nanniang was supported by several brothers and sisters from her mother's family, and she sat there crying until her heart broke.

Xiaoduo was being supported by Mrs. Sun, her face was also pale with tears on her face.

Yang Huazhong said to Jin Nanniang again: "My condolences."

Then he was greeted by the cattle dealer and went to the main room to drink tea.

Also drinking tea at the same table were the old and young men from Uncle Jin Nan's family. When everyone saw Yang Huazhong, they all stood up and gave up their seats.

After Yang Huazhong sat down, everyone gathered together to chat.

Out of basic courtesy, Yang Huazhong dealt with them calmly, but in his heart he was very dissatisfied with these people.

A direct nephew has died so urgently. As uncles, shouldn't they be sad at this time?

Why are you still thinking about chatting and laughing here and coming over to chat? Hey!

Jin Nan's dad came out.

He was the saddest of the group of men. His eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was hunched over, and he looked as if he had aged by ten years.

"Third brother, you are so thoughtful that you even came here to burn incense for Jin Nan..."

Jin Nan's father held Yang Huazhong's hand and burst into tears.

Yang Huazhong could not find anything else to say to comfort him except the words "Sorrow and accept the change".

Yang Huazhong was about to leave after burning incense, but was stopped by a cattle dealer.

"Yesterday, the house was in a mess, so you went home hungry. Today, someone is cooking here, so you have to eat before leaving."

Yang Huazhong glanced at the mourning hall over there, "Brother Xiang, I'd better go home and eat. With your family in such a situation, you'd better greet them first. I'll be fine..."

The cattle dealer was unhappy, "They also want to eat. If they don't have a pair of chopsticks for you, you have to stay anyway!"

Yang Huazhong knew that the cattle dealer was sincere about staying, so he had no choice but to stay.

To be honest, Yang Huazhong ate like a funeral banquet like this.

Every bowl of food in front of me, especially those with broth, feels cold just by looking at it, let alone eating it, and has an indescribable fishy smell.

Seeing the uncles at the same table exchanging cups, drinking, and fist-fighting, Yang Huazhong had no intention of staying here any longer.

After eating a few mouthfuls of rice, he got off the table and found Mr. Sun and Xiaoduo.

Seeing Yang Huazhong's appearance, Mrs. Sun immediately guessed what was going on.

"Duo'er said she wanted to go back and rest for a while. I was about to accompany her back, so you should come too!"

Yang Huazhong nodded immediately, and the three of them came to the Xiang family's big room at the entrance of the village.

Xiaoduo took out the key, opened the courtyard door, and called her parents into the house.

Seeing how clean the windows were in his daughter's house, and how clean the tea bowls, tables and chairs were, Yang Huazhong let out a breath and finally had a sip of comfortable tea.

"Dad, have you eaten?" Xiaoduo asked.

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Well, what about you? Have you and your mother eaten?"

Xiaoduo shook his head: "I don't know why, but I feel sick when I smell this kind of food, so I might as well go home and eat something casually."

Mrs. Sun was already tying her apron around her waist. Hearing this, she said to Xiaoduo: "Seeing as your father is like that, he probably won't eat much. I'm going to make something right now. You two can make do with a few bites, especially Duo."

Son, I have to go over to keep a vigil later in the afternoon, but I can’t do it if I don’t have the strength!”

Xiaoduo said: "Mom, let me help you."

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "You have been tired all day long. Sit down quickly. I will bake some cakes later. It will be quick and easy. By the way, do you have wheat flour and eggs at home?"

Xiaoduo directly put the key to the kitchen into Mrs. Sun's hand: "It's all in the kitchen. The seasonings are all ready. Mom can make it yourself!"

Then, Xiaoduo sat back and talked to Yang Huazhong again.

Mrs. Sun glanced at the little girl, smiled happily, turned around and entered the kitchen.

While Mrs. Sun was cooking pancakes in the kitchen, she couldn't help but think, is this the difference between a daughter and a daughter-in-law?

If Xiao An marries a daughter-in-law in the future, no matter how filial her daughter-in-law is, she will definitely not dare to be so casual when she goes to her daughter-in-law's place, and she will probably be wary of it.

But the daughter is different. Once she throws the kitchen key, she doesn't care about anything else.

The girl only gives this key to herself, but does not give it to her husband or wife. This is the difference.

Of course, there must be a difference between Shengnan's treatment of his biological mother and his mother-in-law. He treats his mother-in-law with respect and courtesy, but also with a certain distance.

But Mrs. Sun doesn't care, as long as her son-in-law is similar to her, the key is that her son-in-law treats her daughter well, which is better than anything else.

Moreover, the male is the master of the house and the daughter is the master of the house. The daughter is the one who takes charge of all the little things in the house, and the son-in-law does not care.
Chapter completed!