Xu Qiaohong's footsteps suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes wide and stared directly at her elder brother's sad face. Her elder brother, who had never shed tears on weekdays, was already sobbing at this moment!

Xu Qiaohong slowly raised her head. The sun had already risen, and the light was dazzling. She shouted "Mother" from her throat, and a sweet smell rushed out of her throat.

His vision went dark, and he fainted immediately!

The exact news of Xu's mother's death spread back to Changping Village. The three families, Old Yang's family, Old Luo's family, and Old Wang's family, were not in a very good mood.

Lao Wang's family is an in-law of the Xu family, so Yang Huamei had just organized the first birthday gift for her eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang, and then hurriedly convened people to discuss sending wreaths to Lao Xu's house and expressing condolences.

Xiao Hei went directly to the town to wait for Xu Qiaohong when the gastrodia was bright the next day.

There was actually a small episode before Xiao Hei left.

The little episode was that Xiao Hei begged Yang Huamei: "Mom, I'm afraid that Sister Qiaohong will be too sad and won't want to eat. Please boil two eggs and I'll take them with me so that they can fill her belly."

Yang Huamei had to be busy taking care of Zhuangzhuang this morning, and she also had to take time to change the dressing on Dabai's head. Later, she had to gather people to discuss the funeral arrangements.

Where do you have time to boil eggs for him? Then he slapped Xiao Hei on the big head, "They all came to force me, force me to death, you don't have a mother, let's see who does this and that for you!"

In this way, Xiao Hei was scolded, went out unhappy, and went straight to the town.

After Yang Huamei arranged everything at home, she re-employed the old man Wang Hongquan.

Instruct the old man to summon the men from the old Wang family's marriage to come over to the house to discuss the funeral arrangements.

In the villagers' houses, funerals are also very particular, and the whole family's male relatives have to use their strength.

Not to mention too much, one man from the family came to help with the funeral. The main gifts for the funeral were wreaths, rice, old white cloth woven at home, money, and other things.

The first few items are the standard model, and the other items in the back depend on the relationship between relatives and the specific financial strength.

At the same time, the Luo family, Blacksmith Luo and Yang Huazhong also returned from the town.

They didn't sleep a wink all night, their eyes were filled with thick dark circles and bloodshot eyes.

Both of them looked very sad, very solemn and deep, especially when talking about what happened after going to the hospital last night, Yang Huazhong's voice was so low and hoarse that it made people feel uncomfortable to hear it, like a knife being cut.

"Old Xu's whole body collapsed. I was really worried that he would become seriously ill," Yang Huazhong said.

Blacksmith Luo let out a long sigh, "They have such a good relationship as a couple. For decades, they have had someone to discuss everything with. Now this suddenly disappears. I must not be able to withstand the blow!"

Wang Cuilian also shook her head and sighed, "This is not like those old men and women, or people who have been sick for a long time. At least the family can be prepared."

"Such a big living person, who looks fine everywhere, suddenly collapses at the drop of a hat. Not to mention Xu Yuanming can't accept it, even we can't recover for a while!"

Mrs. Sun's eyes were also red and swollen, and she whispered: "The family must be in chaos. I'm sorry for the two little grandsons and granddaughters, they are still so young..."

Da Sun and Liu were also there, and together they said some words of comfort inside, and then asked Blacksmith Luo and Yang Huazhong: "The Mei'er family will definitely go to send wreaths, so do you want to go and pay condolences?"

Yang Huazhong nodded directly: "Then I must go!"

Yang Ruoqing also said at this time, "Well, I want to go too."

Yang Huazhong went on to say: "Old Xu told us that his brother-in-law and sister-in-law also died of this disease. When the brother-in-law passed away, he was about the same age as Xiaohei's mother-in-law. The sister-in-law was not so lucky.

At that time, I was not yet thirty years old..."

These words made everyone in the hall fall silent, and the atmosphere became unusually gloomy.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing exhaled and said, "Some things are just fate. God has destined them."

The health expert on TV died in his fifties.

An old man who smokes and drinks can still go prostitute in his eighties, but he will be honest only if his photos are on the wall.

Things in the world, everyone's fate and fate, may be like a program and a string of codes in a computer, which are destined from the moment of birth.

"The deceased has passed away. The Xu family must be busy preparing for Xu's mother's funeral these days. I will arrange for someone else to take care of the tea house," Yang Ruoqing said.

Then he said to Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, you can go back and find out when the Xu family will hold the funeral. Then we will all go over and see Xu's mother off for the last time."

Blacksmith Luo nodded: "Yes! I will arrange this."

…

After everyone had dispersed, Wang Cuilian and Sun took the group to the backyard to rest.

However, the Liu family and the Da Sun family did not leave.

And the two people were sitting together, their eyes constantly interacting, as if they were guarding a secret together, or had reached a tacit understanding because of something.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't stand the look in their eyes, so she went straight to the point and asked: "Auntie, fourth aunt, just tell me what you want to say to me!"

Ms. Liu said: "I don't dare to say it. I'm afraid you'll annoy me, so I'd better let your aunt do the talking!"

She is the fourth aunt, and the eldest Sun is the aunt. Even if Qing'er is unhappy, she will look out for Sun's sake and will not scold the eldest Sun.

This is Liu’s little calculation in his mind!

The eldest Sun took matters into her own hands, "Qing'er won't scold us, we are all doing this for her own good, for the good of the Luo family, and for the good of the two little children!"

Yang Ruoqing blinked: "Auntie, please tell me, don't be so pretentious, I still have a lot of things to deal with!"

At this moment, she really didn't have time, nor was she in the mood to accompany them on household chores or gossip.

Da Sun said: "Qing'er, there is a demi-immortal in Lijia Village. As long as you nod, your fourth aunt and I will quietly invite him over in the past two days and ask him to perform some small rituals for your family."

When Yang Ruoqing heard this, she frowned: "What are you doing? Why do you want to be a mage?"

Mrs. Sun stared blankly: "You are stupid, the person fell down in your backyard, no matter what the friendship is, let's go back to the same code, and we have to deal with what needs to be treated, so as to get rid of the bad luck."

Yang Ruoqing said nothing, but her resistance was clearly written on her face.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's delay in expressing her position, the eldest Sun was also embarrassed, so she kept winking at Liu next to her.

Mrs. Liu licked her dry lips, stepped forward and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, even if you adults don't care about that, you still have to think about the two children, right?"
Chapter completed!