In order to facilitate the Huosheng family's funeral, Yang Huazhong discussed with Yang Huaming and planned to take out the small courtyard where old Yang Tou lived at the entrance of the village to accommodate the victims in the ancestral hall.

Five families, each occupying one room, is just right.

By the time the Huosheng family's funeral is completed, the shack will probably be set up, and the two will be seamlessly connected.

But when Yang Huazhong brought people over to help them move, Changrong said to Yang Huazhong: "My legs are injured and I am too lazy to move. I have been living in the ancestral hall for the past two days. I won't move yet!"

Yang Huazhong said: "How can this be done? The time for the burial at Huosheng's house is just right. They will come over in the evening. It will be noisy and inconvenient for you to live here."

Changrong shook his head, "It's nothing inconvenient. It's so miserable, it makes me feel bad. I live here, and I can keep him company when the fire is kept at night."

When Yang Huazhong heard this, he thought it made sense, so he followed Changrong and took the others to the house at the entrance of the village to settle down.

What Yang Huazhong didn't know was that Changrong wanted to stay. On the one hand, he had a lazy man's habit. He went to the straw pile in the corner and covered himself with the quilt sent by Sun. It was so warm that he didn't want to get up and move.

Furthermore, he likes to watch the excitement. No matter who is having a wedding or wedding in the ten miles or eight villages, he likes to go there and join in the fun.

I originally thought that my leg was broken and I couldn't walk, so I couldn't see the excitement. But I didn't expect that the excitement was right in front of me. How could I not see it?

Therefore, I must stay and wait until the excitement is over before letting the young man come over to help me move there.

After lunch, the other victims of the disaster in the ancestral hall all moved away, and the last family to move out was Gangzi.

While Gangzi was packing things, Huosheng's family had already sent someone to deliver three coffins, one large, two small, and three.

The three coffins were all brand new, and the tung oil applied on them gave off a pungent smell.

The big one was prepared for Yunxia, ​​the fire-born goddess. It was carried directly into the ancestral hall and placed in the middle of the second entrance of the ancestral hall. It is separated from the first entrance of Changrong Qi by a patio.

Changrong sat on the straw pile, hugging the quilt, stretched his neck, and looked out from the arched side doors on both sides of the ancestral hall. He saw two other small coffins placed at the side door without being carried in.

Chang Rong is in his forties and has seen some things and knows the customs in this area.

Men and women who are underage, or children who died in infancy, are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall, so the spirits are left outside.

"Hey, these mother and son are really miserable!"

Changrong couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"Brother Changrong, we've all left. Are you afraid of being here alone? Why don't you go with us?"

Gangzi put the quilt on his shoulders and asked Changrong again before leaving.

Changrong looked back and shook his head: "You are looking down on me. I am a great man and I have never seen anything in the world. Don't worry, I am not afraid of anything!"

What's more, the coffin has been carried here and will be encased later. After the coffin is encoffined, family members will come to mourn and keep a vigil. I don't know how lively it will be, I'm afraid of a ball!

Gangzi wanted to say something more, but Sufen on the side saw the true purpose of Changrong's insistence on staying.

She tugged on Gangzi's sleeve: "Stop dawdling, let's go quickly!"

The young couple walked out of the ancestral hall and headed to the south of the village. Sufen spat on the ground: "That lazy Changrong guy has no conscience at all. He wants to see such excitement. He is really heartless!"

Gangzi was stunned for a moment, looking at the anger on his wife's side face, he immediately figured out something.

"Brother Changrong has always been like this, and everyone in our village knows it," he said.

Su Fen snorted, "Putting your own happiness on other people's pain, people like him will not get any good rewards."

Gangzi nodded: "My wife is right, let him go, we will leave him alone."

In the ancestral hall, after the three coffins were delivered, two more batches of lime and other things needed for burial came.

Changrong's eyes rolled, looking very excited.

When the sun went down and dusk began to rise, the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded.

Changrong was huddled in the straw and was sleeping soundly. He was suddenly awakened and hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen. He found that the sound was coming from the direction of Huosheng's house. His sleepiness disappeared immediately, and he sat up and waited in high spirits.

Soon, the sound of crying got closer, the footsteps were chaotic, and a group of people came in from the main gate of the ancestral hall carrying Yunxia who had changed her shroud.

Changrong was lying in the corner inside the gate, just in time to see the team passing by.

I saw the young daughter-in-law named Yunxia wearing a black hat on her head, a white cloth on her face, and a shroud. She placed her hands together on her lower abdomen, her legs straight, her feet crossed in a splay, and she wore

A brand new pair of black-faced and white-soled cloth shoes, with two red lotuses painted with cinnabar on the soles.

"I heard that this wife is only in her mid-twenties, what a pity, what a pity..."

Changrong felt sorry for himself secretly as he watched several strangers crying behind the body. There were men and women. Changrong had met these people before and they were the daughter-in-law's natal family.

The old woman being supported by the aquatic daughter-in-law Caixia must be Yunxia's mother, and the two young daughters-in-law following behind her should be her natal siblings.

Changrong's eyes wandered over several young wives in the crowd. They were pretty and dressed in filial piety. These young daughters-in-law were wearing mourning clothes and white flowers. They were really unique.

A small stone suddenly hit Changrong on the forehead, making a "ding-dong" sound and the pain almost made him scream.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that at the end of the team, Yang Huazhong came in with a group of enthusiastic villagers. They all followed the team into the ancestral hall without looking away.

Only one person's eyes turned to Changrong, and when their eyes met, the disinfecting anger in the other person's eyes made Changrong's scalp numb and his whole body felt chilly.

The other person's lips moved, as if he was warning him something. Changrong was so frightened that he quickly smiled at the other person and lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

When the suffocating gaze moved away from his body, Changrong breathed a sigh of relief. He quietly raised his head and glanced at the other person's back, cursing: The general's wife is amazing? How many times have I looked at a woman and it's none of your business? You're so cruel.

Damn it, I’m a good man and don’t fight with women!

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang walked side by side behind Yang Huazhong and Changgen Daniu, escorting the three women to the coffin. They all felt very heavy, and every step they took seemed to be filled with lead.

Taking pity on Yunxia's family, especially her parents and sister Caixia, they cried so hard that their hearts broke.

Huosheng is also crying, but men's crying is different from women's.
Chapter completed!