"Go ahead, I'll guard the house for you, and I won't disturb them. Xia Zecheng had already heard the movement outside, and also helped Carambola Creek think of a way to deal with it, "Your father has been guarding Heming Mountain for a long time, if the village really can't go into the soil, it is better to choose a place with a good scenery on the mountain to set up a mound." ”

Carambola Xi looked at Xia Zecheng in surprise, nodded, and ran to the opposite room to find a new military uniform that Yang Haixia treasured and gave it to him.

When Yang Haixia was discharged from the army, he didn't ask for any additional subsidies, he only applied for such a new military uniform, and he kept it like a baby.

Cheng Cuijuan knows Yang Haixia's thoughts very well, and often helps take care of the drying, and now she takes it out like ninety percent of new clean clothes.

Xia Zecheng put it on, except for the sleeves and trousers that were slightly shorter, the others also fit.

Carambola Xi took the changed clothes aside, and waited for Xia Zecheng to go downstairs and set up a meal for them before slowly swallowing out the stage.

Behind him, there was the open laughter of the old lady and the nagging of Yang Yuanqiao.

On the side of the road at the entrance of the village, there is a simple grass hut, which is specially used for the funeral of the deceased in the village.

Generally, people are carried out from home before dawn on the day of the funeral and put it here, and only those who die outside are directly put here.

Yang Haixia died outside, of course, he also stopped here.

The village chief summoned people to build a temporary bamboo shed.

Almost the whole village came.

Yang Danxi took Yang Yanxi to burn paper money, and although the two of them were sad, they did not participate in the dispute.

Yang Qingxi and Yang Jinxi followed the Cheng family to surround several old people, and they were fighting for trouble.

The village chief pulled the frame with a blue face in the middle.

"Uncle, when my dad was here, he contributed a lot to the village, have you forgotten?" Yang Qingxi asked in a hoarse voice.

"Village Chief Yang, where is my daughter? Where is my daughter? Is she thrown out by you? Mrs. Cheng jumped to grab the village chief's sleeve and shouted for Cheng Cuijuan to be handed over.

"That's right, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death, my sister married into the Yang family alone, how can you say that if you don't, it's gone?" The eldest brother of the Cheng family echoed behind Mrs. Cheng.

"Uncle Village Chief, why didn't my dad come back? Why only have clothes?" Yang Jinxi also cried.

The village chief and the others were noisy, and two of the old men were torn to the ground.

Carambola Xi frowned, just in time to see Qian Xiaozhu and a few people running over, she hurriedly beckoned.

"Sister Peach. Qian Xiaozhu rushed to the front.

"Call your friends to talk to my grandfather, don't let him come out, and don't let him tell him about here. Carambola Creek squatted down and muttered to Qian Xiaozhu and the others.

"My mother told me that the old lady should not know about Hai Xiabo, because he is old and will be sick. Qian Xiaozhu said seriously.

"That's good. Carambola Xi touched Qian Xiaozhu's head appreciatively, and said a few words.

Qian Xiaozhu and several people gathered their heads together and muttered a few words, and then scattered.

After a while, the slightly older children of the village gathered and divided into several groups to burrow into the crowd.

The children were small and nimble, and soon approached the inside, and the adults in the family were afraid that something would happen to them, so they chased after them.

The crowd was squeezed around, and the Cheng family was rushed away.

The half-sized children have already supported the old people and helped them break through.

The adults who saw the intention immediately took over.

"Withdraw!" I don't know which child shouted, and a group of people immediately got out again.

"These monkey cubs. The adults couldn't help but laugh.

The Cheng family wanted to get closer to the village chief, but it was not easy.

"Danxi!" Mrs. Cheng's eyes rolled and she stared at Yang Danxi.

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