When Yang Ruoqing looked over there, the woman shrank back again.

But he lingered at the door and did not leave.

"Who, this is?"

Yang Ruoqing asked Sun.

Sun shook his head, "Miansheng, I haven't seen it." ”

Yang Ruoqing then stood up and was about to walk towards the door of the house.

At this moment, the woman appeared at the door of the hall again, and looked timidly at the table of the eight immortals in the room.

"Dare to ask, this is the big house of the old Yang family in Changping Village?" She asked.

Yang Ruoqing saw her appearance clearly.

Eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a very ordinary summer dress that a country woman is used to wearing.

The hair is black and shiny, and the eyebrows and eyes are delicate and bright.

Standing there, it gives people a sense of tranquility.

The complexion is also relatively white, and the fingers of the hands that are rubbed together do not seem to have done any rough work at a glance.

"That's right, this is the big house of the old Yang family in Changping Village, who are you looking for, this sister? What's wrong? ”

Yang Ruoqing asked, a little curious about the identity of this face-to-face woman.

The woman glanced around, and then, as if by magic, pulled out a baggage roll from behind her.

"I am the parent of a student in the school, and I heard that Mr. Yang's father has passed away, so I came to mourn."

The wrapper was placed on the table, and when it was opened, it really contained a hanging cannon and a few knives of incense paper.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the patched baggage roll, as well as the patches on the woman's elbows and knees.

This woman's family is definitely not wealthy, and she can still spend money to buy artillery or something to mourn, which shows that she is a family that respects teachers and understands filial piety.

"Thank you for your kindness, sister, please take a seat."

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly beckoned the woman to sit down.

The woman did not sit, but stood at the table.

"Well, I'll go back first......" she said.

"Eh, don't be in a hurry to leave, I haven't asked my sister for your honorable name......"

Yang Ruoqing said, and then picked up the pen and paper.

On the side, Sun took a stool and beckoned to the woman: "Girl, sit down." ”

The woman smiled gratefully at Sun and sat down.

Here, Yang Ruoqing began to pick up the pen to register, while asking where the woman came from.

The woman said a little embarrassedly: "I am from Lijia Village, the sister of student Li Xiaohua." ”

"If you write this, Sir should know."

The woman added, her face flushing slightly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and respected the woman's meaning.

I want the eldest brother to take more care of her brother during class, right?

Understand.

After the registration was completed, Li also left.

Here, Da An suddenly said: "I remember who she is!" ”

"Who?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Da'an said: "Didn't Lijia Village have a school in the past? She is the daughter of Mr. Teach. ”

"She came to the school once at that time, and I met her once."

Yang Ruoqing and Sun glanced at each other, and they were both stunned.

"In the past, when the rich man Li of Lijia Village was still there, he built a primary school and invited an old man from the same village to come and teach." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Later, Rich Li committed a crime, was wanted by the imperial court, the school also fell, and Lao Xiucai had nothing to do."

"When I heard that my family had gone, I picked up the handle of my hoe again and planned to work in the field."

"But my body is not good, and I died of illness within a year and a half, leaving a talented lady with a pair of children at home."

"Presumably, the girl who came here just now is a talented girl!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun nodded: "It should be, this girl looks at Wenwen quietly, and she doesn't look like a daughter from a pure Zhuang family." ”

Yang Ruoqing said 'um'.

Xiucai is a scholar, and the girl was probably often taught by her father when she was a child, and maybe she could also read and write.

Thinking of her upright appearance again, Yang Ruoqing's mind moved.

If this girl is ...... with the lobby brother

I don't know if I can really get along!

Of course, it depends on their fate, the uncle just died, and this should not be anything else.

Sun was soon called to the backyard again and went to work.

From the first day to the next, and then to the night.

In the village, in the nearby villages, those who have friendships and want to come to mourn have come all over again.

After dinner at night, Yang Ruoqing handed over the account book to Lao Yang, and then went home with Sun.

The men went to the vigil tonight as usual, and Yang Ruoqing was worried that Xiao An was afraid, so she brought him to sleep with her and Sun's house.

The next day, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were in their own yard.

Blacksmith Luo had already prepared the things for sending wreaths, in addition to rice, grain, cloth, and so on.

Tuoba Xian directly transferred the men of the escort team under that day to help Luo Blacksmith deliver wreaths.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming, Tuoba Xian, and Luo Blacksmith all came to talk to Yang Ruoqing about these things they sent.

"Qing'er, do you think it's almost like this? If it's not enough, let's get more money! Blacksmith Luo said.

All relatives send wreaths, but they can't be compared to other relatives.

In this way, it is to wipe the face of the nephew and daughter-in-law from the old Yang family, and also to wipe down the face of the nephew and the old Luo family.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "Enough!" ”

"After all, I'm a niece and daughter-in-law, so I can't give the most."

She understood Blacksmith Luo's strong mind, and turned to Blacksmith Luo and said, "The eighth sister is a daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law's mother's family has to come out on top, let's be second." ”

Blacksmith Luo nodded: "Okay, then do as you say!" ”

Yang Ruoqing said: "Then I'll go to the ancestral hall first, and when the meeting is almost over, uncle, you will go over." ”

"Okay, you go and get busy with you, you don't have to worry about this matter, we'll take care of it!"

……

In the ancestral hall, except for Lao Yang Tou and the Tan family, the rest of the Lao Yang family, except for the second room, all came.

Yang Huamei handed over the twins to the bolt mother and Wang Cuihua to help bring them, and she also brought Wang bolt over to wear linen and filial piety.

Suddenly, the cold ancestral hall became lively.

Lao Yang has a lot of family, and all of them are dressed in white and gathered together, and the scene is really impressive.

Many people in the village came to see the excitement.

The lack of spiritual life in this era is undoubtedly due to a large-scale collective activity.

On the ground at the entrance of the ancestral hall, there is a long row of futons.

As soon as the wreath-giving team came over, everyone from the old Yang family knelt on the futon at the entrance of the ancestral hall to greet the wreath.

Kim doesn't have a maiden family.

So, it was the Sun family, the old Wang family, and the old Luo family who came to send wreaths.

Every time it was dialed, the cannon and the horn suona sounded in unison.

The people on the side of the old Yang family cried and made a ball, waiting for the relatives who sent the wreaths to come and help them up one by one, and then hugged into the ancestral hall to worship Yang Hua'an.

Lao Yang's family also arranged for the man of his family to be responsible for the reception.

After the worship, the team that came to deliver wreaths was beckoned to the old house of the old Yang family to sit down and prepare for the next banquet.

At the beginning of the day, Yang Ruoqing's ears were filled with the sound of artillery and crying.

Of course, children are not sensible and cannot feel this kind of atmosphere.