"What? Is this a bad idea?"

"Mom, it's not that this idea is bad, but... it's so bad that I can't even say anything about it."

Tan's face immediately pulled down. It was longer than the coffin board, colder and harder.

"Then you must have a better idea? Tell me and listen." Tan asked back.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I don't have any good ideas, but your idea will definitely not work. Not to mention others, my aunt was the first to persuade her not to work."

Even when Uncle Shuanzi died suddenly, Aunt Meier's reaction showed the deep love between the two of them. Aunt Meier would not remarry easily.

"I want you to say something but you can't. Let me tell you. You are so picky."

Mrs. Tan turned her face away, very dissatisfied, but unable to express her anger.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mistress, I advise you not to think about those things now. My uncle Shuanzi's coffin is still in the ancestral hall. It's very inappropriate to say those words before the body is cold."

Mrs. Tan curled her lips, turned away from Yang Ruoqing, and muttered a few words.

She thought Yang Ruoqing didn't hear it, but in fact Yang Ruoqing heard everything, but she just didn't want to get into more trouble with her on this topic.

She meant what she said, probably 'to prepare for a rainy day'.

But to put it bluntly, for a woman with Aunt Mei'er's conditions, no matter how hard you plan for a rainy day, you won't be able to marry a man better than Uncle Shuanzi.

What's more, she has two sons.

Even if the two sons cannot be taken care of and have to stay in Lao Wang's family and she remarries, can she really cut off the contact with Lao Wang's two sons?

Will the two sons, especially Xiao Hei, refrain from looking for her when they don't have enough to eat or clothes to wear?

Will her husband agree?

Aunt Meier is caught in the middle, how sad will this life be?

Moreover, Aunt Mei'er's personality is such that she would probably not agree to remarry, so getting entangled with Mr. Tan on this topic was simply because her saliva was not lubricated enough and she had to waste it.

Mrs. Tan looked at the sleeping Yang Huamei in silence for a while, and sighed for a while. Maybe everyone had gone to the ancestral hall this late at night, and Wang Hongquan was in the opposite room.

While Mrs. Tan was deeply worried about Yang Huamei's future, she also thought of Wang Shuanzi's death, and couldn't help but turn around to talk to Yang Ruoqing.

"Why do you think there are leopards in our mountains? How could such a big man just pick it up in a tree?"

Yang Ruoqing stretched and listened to Tan's continued talk without interrupting.

"Fat Ya, you said that Shuanzi was really unlucky. There are a hundred ways for people to die, so why did he die in such an ignominy way? I don't know if he died first and then was picked up from a tree to be eaten.

, or I’ll eat it until I die, hey, just thinking about it makes me shiver all over.”

Mrs. Tan raised her hand and touched her arm. Even though she was wearing a thick cotton coat, there must have been several layers of goosebumps on her arm.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes. She couldn't think about this matter. Thinking about it made people frightened.

Judging from the traces Hong Xiu found on the tree and on the nearby ground, it can be inferred that the person was probably attacked by the leopard while he was still alive.

When it was hung on the tree, it probably hadn't completely died yet.

It can be seen how deep the fear and physical pain Uncle Shuanzi suffered before he died. I really can’t imagine...

"Qing'er..."

Suddenly, Yang Huamei called Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing thought she was hallucinating, and Mrs. Tan was also stunned for a moment.

"Qing'er..."

Yang Huamei shouted again.

"Auntie, I'm here, I'm here."

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly came to the bedside, only to see that Yang Huamei had woken up and was staring at the top of the tent in a daze with her eyes open.

"Mei'er, are you awake? My poor daughter, are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Mom is here, aren't you afraid..."

When Mrs. Tan saw Yang Huamei waking up, she kept talking non-stop. When she was done, she wanted to lean down and hug Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei turned her head and shouted again: "Qing'er..."

"Fat Ya is over there, I'll ask Fat Ya to come over!"

Mrs. Tan dragged Yang Ruoqing to the bedside and showed Yang Huamei.

Yang Ruoqing also leaned down slightly and said to Yang Huamei: "Auntie, I'm here, what do you want to say to me?"

Yang Huamei slowly turned her head when she heard the voice. When she saw Yang Ruoqing, her eyes rolled a few times, and then she raised her hand with difficulty.

Yang Ruoqing quickly held her hand with both hands. Her hand was so cold that it almost had no human warmth.

"Gu, please cheer up. For the sake of Dabai and Xiaohei, and for the sake of my milk, you have to hold on." Yang Ruoqing persuaded softly.

Yang Huamei's tears were streaming down her face, and she asked Yang Ruoqing in a hoarse voice: "Your uncle...how is he doing right now? Where is he?"

Yang Ruoqing frowned, "It has been placed in the coffin and carried to the ancestral hall."

Yang Huamei closed her eyes, tears flowing faster.

"Mei'er, my poor daughter, you have to hold on..." Ms. Tan continued to persuade her while wiping her tears.

Yang Huamei ignored Tan, but then looked at Yang Ruoqing, her voice extremely weak: "Qing'er, are all the things your uncle scattered together put together?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and her mind turned around two or three times before she realized what the 'those things' she asked about were.

"Don't worry, aunt, everything has been sorted out. Uncle is intact."

Yang Huamei nodded with tears in her eyes, "He was a sinner when he was alive. He took medicine before eating and was looked down upon by others. When he was underground, he was still mutilated and looked down upon by ghosts. Why is my Shuan Zi so pitiful? What on earth is he doing?

What misfortunes have you suffered? You are a good old man for the rest of your life..."

"If it's not a sin committed in this life, it was a sin committed in the previous life!" Mrs. Tan said beside her.

"Isn't it sung in the text of the play? There is a man who committed evil in his previous life, and it took him three lifetimes to pay it off! If this is Wang Shuanzi's first life, then there will be two more!"

"Milk!"

Ms. Tan is so quick-talking that Yang Ruoqing can't stop her even if she wants to. Don't you think this is rubbing salt into Aunt Mei'er's heart?

Sure enough, when Yang Huamei heard this, she felt bad.

"Mom, you, what you said is true? Shuanzi, will Haai suffer such a crime in Shuanzi's next life?"

Mrs. Tan was stunned for a moment, "I, I just said it casually, I don't dare to confirm it."

Even such casual remarks were enough to make Yang Huamei despair.

"Auntie, don't worry. It doesn't matter whether what my grandma guessed is true or not. When the time comes, we will ask Taoist Yuan to come down from the mountain and give my uncle a good sorcerer's salvation. Even if there are any sins in the past life, they can be erased."

"My uncle has been a good person in this life. When he goes underground, let's burn more paper money for him so that he can live a better life. Then he will be reborn into a good child in his next life and go to a wealthy family to enjoy happiness. Don't worry!"
Chapter completed!