"Bang bang bang", a few hard knocks on the door resounded throughout the courtyard, and then a desolate voice dragged on: "Report the funeral, report the funeral"

Big Dan ran to the yard with two eggs and three eggs, opened the wooden gate, and a suppressed sobbing sound came.

Li took Xue Ru, Xue Jiao, and Qi Ping into the courtyard. Chen Zichang, Chen Zifu, and Chen Zigui followed behind with Zhao, Cai, and Zhang.

When the villagers heard the news, they gathered at the door to watch the excitement, and they were all people.

Wearing linen and filial piety, holding a wooden stick wrapped in white paper in her hand, kneeling at the door and crying bitterly is a weak girl, with a pale and beautiful face, purple lips, and strings of tears falling down in her big eyes, which makes people can't help but feel sad. Next to the girl was a middle-aged man with a white cloth wrapped around his waist and a string of paper money in his hand.

"Quiet" Li walked quickly to the front to help up the girl who was wearing linen and filial piety, but before his hand was stretched out, tears flowed down first.

Chen Xuejiao judged that this girl named Jinghao was the only daughter of her aunt, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, poor child.

"Auntie." Jing Hao struggled to climb into Lee's arms.

"Jing Hao" A trembling middle-aged man's voice sounded, and then a middle-aged man with a square scarf and a cyan straight trim walked through the crowd to Jing Hao and Li's side, followed by a young man with a jade tree in the wind.

"Dad and brother are back." Qi Ping took Xue Jiao's hand and said.

"Uncle." The plain white linen clothes on Jing Hao's whole body kowtowed to Chen Zimin, raised his head, and said with blurred tears and heartbreaking: "Uncle, I don't have a mother anymore." ”

Chen Ziminrao is an iron-clad talent who can't help but cry, Li kept wiping his tears with his sleeves, and Xueru and Qi Ping also cried together. The onlookers around watched this scene and their eyes were wet.

"Wenxiu's departure is a pain for the child."

"It's really pitiful to be quiet, a child without a mother can't be trampled to death, Wenxiu is really ruthless."

"But whoever has a little way to live, who will die."

The neighbors were talking.

"The deceased is great, and the mourning is smooth." The middle-aged man next to Jing Hao saluted Chen Zimin with a fist and said, this person is Wang Baoshan, the distant nephew of Mrs. Chen. According to custom, the son of the deceased should come to his mother's house to report the funeral, but Chen Wenying had no son, so he had to have a daughter, so Wang Baoshan personally accompanied him.

"Quiet, Daddy, let's go into the house and talk." The jade-faced young man Lang Qi'an helped Jing Hao up and took his father's hand. When Xueru saw it, she walked over and helped Jinghao with her brother.

"Auntie, uncle." Wang Baoshan straightened up and asked.

"Aunt, uncle, nephew Baoshan is here to report your funeral." Wang Baoshan shouted at the main house.

"Baoshan, my nephew, come in." The desolate and piercing voice of Mrs. Chen in the room blew.

"Big brother, come to the house quickly." Chen Zichang said that no matter how incompatible the brothers are, in front of many neighbors, face must always be achieved. Seeing Chen Zichang's hintive gaze, Zhao walked to Jinghao affectionately, took out a handkerchief and held Jinghao's shoulder and cried: My son, I have made you suffer. ”

The Chen family led Jing Hao and Wang Baoshan towards the main house.

Old Man Chen and the old lady sat upright at the top of the Eight Immortals table.

"Mourn your aunt and uncle, and mourn smoothly." Chen Baoshan arched his body and said sadly. Jing Hao pounced, knelt down and kowtowed twice.

Old Mrs. Chen was gloomy and silent, and Old Man Chen continued to smoke the cigarette pouch.

Jing Hao kowtowed to his aunts and uncles one by one. Chen Xueyan brought two bowls of water, Cai personally held one bowl and gave one bowl to Wang Baoshan and one bowl to Jing Hao, and Zhang Luo sat on the chair.

"Alas, why did the eldest sister go!" Zhao wiped her tears, her mouth was honey, pretending to be a good person in front of people was Zhao's usual thing, and she held Jing Hao's head in front of everyone, her eyes full of pity. If you are quiet, you will bow your head and weep and weep. "Baoshan, I also trouble you to go to report the funeral in person, the loss is that Baozhu has no son, and Rao has a son, and it will not trouble you to come all the way to Zhang Luo."

Jing Hao's body shook when she heard this, and her tears fell more intensively. Li took her in his arms and whispered comfort.

"Auntie, look at what you said, how can you say that I am also your nephew, the brother of a grandmother of Baozhu, and the uncle of Jinghao. The family is the flesh and blood of the Wang family, and what is not troublesome is said. Jing is filial and obedient, but he is not a son. Wang Baoshan said with a smile.

"In the end, if you don't have a son, you can't have a family." Mrs. Chen chattered: "The big girl is so temperamental, it's just that Baozhu wants to take a concubine to give birth to a son to inherit the lineage, and she will stop her until she dies." has no son and died, how can she have the face to see the ancestors of the Wang family. ”

"We don't have concubines in ten miles and eight towns, it's all a matter of rich families, no wonder my sister-in-law is sad. But death is great, auntie, you are angry. Wang Baozhu continued to glance at Chen Zimin, quite helpless. Chen Xuejiao felt that Wang Baoshan was not bad, she thought that the Wang family did not have a good thing, but she didn't expect Wang Baozhu to have such a reasonable brother.

Old Man Chen knocked on his cigarette pouch and coughed and said, "The funeral is ready." ”

"I'm preparing, and the funeral will come out the day after tomorrow." Wang Baoshan pondered and said: "The sister-in-law abides by etiquette in the Wang family, is filial to her husband and son, serves her in-laws, treats her sister-in-law and brother-in-law as the responsibility of the eldest sister-in-law, and is a well-known good daughter-in-law in the Wang family." Although he doesn't have a son, he also has a daughter, Jinghao, and she is not a queen. After speaking, he carefully peeked at the pouting mouth of Mrs. Chen and continued: "Tomorrow is a big day for the mourning of the mother's family. ”

"Hmph, how can there be so many things to prepare for the funeral." Mrs. Chen snorted angrily.

"The dead are great, the dead are great." Wang Baoshan said and stood up: "It's getting dark, I have to take Jinghao to her aunt's house in Baitu Town to report the funeral. ”

Chen Xuejiao's family sent Jinghao and Wang Baoshan out of the yard.

"Uncle, aunt, I'm afraid. Dreams are all the shadow of the mother. Jing Hao took Chen Zimin and Li's hands and cried.

"Good boy, don't be afraid, wait for your aunt and uncle to see you tomorrow." Li held back tears and comforted.

"Mother was forced to death by them," Jing Hao choked angrily.

"Not the time to say this." Li covered Jing Hao's mouth and pointed at Fang Nunu's mouth.

"Brother Baoshan, Zimin is here, thank you for being thoughtful inside and out." Chen Zimin endured the grief of losing his sister and bowed deeply to Wang Baoshan.

Wang Baoshan hurriedly stopped him and whispered, "Brother Zimin, you're polite." You also know that the sister-in-law is going, alas, how much gossip will come out of the family, Brother Baozhu only listens to me and my aunt, I'm afraid this funeral" Wang Baoshan sighed, took out a bag of broken silver from his arms and saw that no one stuffed it into Zimin's hands, Chen Zimin excused himself, Wang Baoshan said: "Sister-in-law is kind to me, when my family's firstborn hemorrhage, I was selling sheep, or my sister-in-law sold the hairpin on her head and invited Langzhong in the town. After a pause, he said: "My aunt, you take care of it more, I don't have more, these two taels of silver, you take it tomorrow to hold a heavy funeral." ”

After sending Wang Baoshan and Jinghao away, the family of six returned to the hall.

"Funeral, what about tomorrow's funeral? There is no discrediting on this day, or I will rush to Zhang Banxian in Baitu Town to buy wreaths, lamps and candles, paper figures, and yellow table paper. Chen Zifu asked Old Man Chen tentatively.

Old Man Chen was silent. When Mrs. Chen heard this, she immediately exploded: "What funeral?" How capable are you of doing it? As he spoke, he pointed to Chen Zimin: "The serious brother hasn't spoken yet, so you are in a hurry." ”

"Mother, you dissipate your anger, the baby's father is also kind, no matter how you say that the eldest sister is also a member of the Wang family, isn't he also for the old Wang family's Baozhu brothers to have face." Cai's sleek round.

"Funeral, I have no opinion, but whoever pays for this money, we can't let it out." Zhang said in a rough voice.

"Yes, whoever kisses will come out." The fourth Chen Zigui said.

"It stands to reason that everyone is not divided into each other, and everyone is sad when the eldest sister goes. But who knows who has a son in the family, everyone lives together, although it is said that Xue Yao can receive a few months, but after all, this money is for her to prepare a dowry, and it will cost a sum of money for Qi Lin to take the exam in the spring next year. We have to take care of the living. Zhao sighed and said bitterly, she had always boasted in front of people that Xue Yao had a lot of power in Ding Mansion and how much silver she had given her, but now when it was time to spend money, she was busy clearing up the fact that she had silver.

"The eldest sister is the closest to the eldest brother, and has always taken care of the eldest brother's family, the last time I heard that Qi An was in school, the eldest sister asked Xingjian in the same village to bring a boiled egg to Qi An every day. What my mother said just now is reasonable, only the closest person is qualified to hold a funeral, and the eldest brother is not the dearest. Chen Zichang said with a smile.

When Qi An heard this, a handsome face changed color.

Chen Xuejiao thought about who this family was, calculating with each other, and not even letting go of a dead person. The closest person should be Mr. Chen, but this is not the time for Chen Xuejiao's theory, not to mention that the deceased person is the closest aunt in this world.

"Uncles and aunts, everyone's kind little nephew has received it on behalf of the big house, my father, as the eldest and eldest son of the old Chen family, this money should be paid by the big house." Qi An said calmly. Xue Jiao couldn't help but be happy, because the most taboo thing for Mrs. Chen and Chen Zichang was the four words of the eldest son of the long house, and Qi An, who was usually polite and polite, just mentioned it, and this sentence drifted into their ears was tantamount to a few slaps.

"Get up early tomorrow, the boss will go to Zhang Banxian in Baitu Town to buy a funeral, and the silver will come out first for the time being." Old Man Chen looked at Chen Zimin and said, Old Man Chen's speech also heralded the end of this controversy.

Chen Xuejiao thought angrily, the dead person was the daughter of Old Man Chen, he didn't feel sad at all, how capable this is, and obviously favored the sons of Old Lady Chen. Chen Xuejiao has lived for two lives, and she can be regarded as seeing a cold-hearted old man and old lady. Chen Xuejiao secretly thought that she must not be weak in the future, and she must also let her parents, brothers and sisters in this life not be weak.