Yunxi brought dried white fungus from home the next day and went over early in the morning.

In the past, Yunxi first made some egg soup, all whole eggs, boiled to a state of soft yolk, and gave them to the people who came to help carry the coffin in the morning.

Early in the morning, a night of hot egg soup.

One egg per person, with sesame oil and some seaweed and coriander in it.

This bowl of soup with eggs, after the stomach, I instantly feel warm in my stomach and strong in my body.

Yunxi then prepared a feast, and after the burial, he came back and opened the feast, and this white thing was done.

Fu Gen's white affairs are the most neat in the village, maybe Fu Gen also thinks that he is alone, and he doesn't have much ability to bury his son alone, so everyone helps, just strike while the iron is hot and let his son go.

After drinking the egg soup, there were many people who came to help temporarily, there were onlookers standing in the yard, everyone was standing in the yard, and there were people standing at the gate, people were full of them, which was also a kind of send-off.

After drinking the egg soup, I was going to prepare to dry.

Let's move the table in front of the coffin, and move the wreaths out.

There is also a hearse at the door to pull the coffin out of the village entrance, and several people need to work together to lift the coffin onto the hearse.

At this time, Fu Gen was standing in the courtyard, watching everyone making preparations, and instantly Fu Gen cried and said:

"Wait, wait, I'm looking at my son."

Fu Gen cried and stepped forward, lying in front of the coffin, and instantly burst out of grief for the last time.

At this time, looking at Fu Gen lying there, everyone didn't know how to get it for a while.

Some people cried together, looking at this thin old man, who was lying here is his dependent son, how could he not be sad.

At this time, Gao Fuxing stepped forward and tried to pull Fu Gen up, crying like this, he couldn't be buried at noon, in case Fu Gen was crying.

Fu Gen lay on the coffin and cried, saying again and again:

"I'm the only one left."

Fu Gen cried, Gao Fuxing saw that crying like this was not a way, so he directly picked up Fu Gen, hugged him and walked away.

Fu Gen's thin body, Gao Fuxing hugged him.

As soon as Gao Fuxing took Fu Gen to the chair and sat down, a small tornado came, circling Fu Gen.

Then the wind extinguished the candle on the table again, and Fu Gen's tears slowly stopped.

No one in the courtyard spoke, and everyone watched this scene quietly.

Just as a few of the helpers were about to act, Fu Gen said:

"When I go back to the house, you are carrying the coffin, I don't look."

After Fu Gen finished speaking, he slowly turned around, looked at everyone, and said:

"I'm sorry for everyone, I don't know how to repay your kindness, old man."

After speaking, Fu Gen bowed deeply to the people in the courtyard, and then walked into the house, and the women and some men who were watching were silently holding back tears.

Because Fu Gen didn't go to the cemetery, it was Gao Fuxing who took everyone over and buried the coffin, so Fu Gen was grateful for everyone's help.

At this time, Gao Fuxing commanded everyone in the courtyard:

"Shoot the cannon and raise the coffin."

Other people's white things, as soon as this voice came out, the first thing I heard was crying.

But there was no crying today, except for the sound of the cannonball, one cannon after another, resounding through the sky, and the crying was not accompanied.

Fortunately, there is the sound of artillery fighting, and it does not seem to be monotonous for the deceased.

Then there were fifteen men and sisters, and they said together:

"One, two, up."

The voice was loud, and when Fu Gen in the house heard the sound outside, he couldn't cry anymore, but just opened his mouth and shed tears.

Lots of people to help and everything went well.

After the burial, when the people returned, Fu Gen curled up in the West Room and fell asleep, probably tired from crying.

Gao Fuxing is solely responsible.

Seeing that people are coming, hurry up and settle down to receive gifts, as well as those who serve plates.

There were twenty-two tables sitting in the courtyard, no children came, the family was basically a representative, everyone came mainly to salute, saying that it was a salute, but in fact, it was a care for Fu Gen.

Everyone doesn't plan to ask for these gift money, but I hope that he will keep this money alone in the future and try to make his life better.

Yun Shouye also came, and he gave a five-hundred-hundred-year-old ceremony.

Although the ingredients are limited, Yunxi's cooking is not compromising at all.

The white radish is stewed in the meat for a long time, soft and delicious, and when eaten with roast meat, it has another taste, which is very refreshing.

Yun Shouye also ate the big table dish that his daughter cooked outside for the first time.

Looking at the dishes on the table, it was full, although they were all home-cooked dishes, but the taste of Yunxi fried was very delicious.

Roast pork elbow, Yunxi's presentation is also very good-looking, the middle is a stewed white radish piece, and then it is around half of the roast meat, half of the elbow meat piece, the middle of the thickened sauce is poured on it, and finally the coriander is garnished on the top.

The color presentation looks very attractive, not the usual roast pork and elbows, it is Yunxi's own combination.

Twenty tables, each table is full of meat and vegetables, and no one said that there is less meat, they are all saying:

"It's the first time I've eaten it, and this combination is really rare."

"Otherwise, Yunxi is professional, this meal is really unique."

"Yunxi is really ingenious, looking at the dishes, one dish can fry three flavors."

Everyone watched the celery fried white fungus made by Yunxi, as well as the cold vegetables mixed with celery and yuba, and finally the stir-fried celery and shiitake mushrooms.

Everyone was eating, and they all said yes.

Yun Shouye sat aside, and the villagers said:

"Lao Yun, you girl is really good."

"This is a good craft, you can eat it every day."

Yun Shouye said modestly:

"The children have their own characteristics, I just concentrate on farming, and I don't interfere much with the others, your children are also very good, and they can settle down in the provincial capital."

After Yun Shouye finished speaking, another person said:

"Hey, yes, how much energy does it take to raise a child, poor Uncle Gen, middle-aged widowed and widowed, old age and childless, lonely and helpless, not even a person to talk to."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became solemn again.

An uncle said:

"My son wanted to resign a few days ago and came back from the field, saying that the company was under pressure, and I didn't take it seriously, and scolded the child, hey, today's thing, let me feel like a cat scratching my heart, I am disturbed, the children are now under pressure, I have no money, I can't help anything, he is working hard by himself, hey, I really want the child to come back now."

"Children are sometimes tired, just let them come back slowly, today's young people are not like us at that time, the pressure is different, they are psychologically stressed, we are coolies."

"Hey, don't talk about it, the more you talk about it, the more sad it becomes, Uncle Gen, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man, this is a heart-wrenching, we have a child by our side."

"I miss the children, let me come back and see, how can the money be earned, now the life in the city is not easy, the property, water and electricity, everything is money, it is better in our village, and we can still walk the streets."

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables, Yunxi is such a good meal, don't be cold."

"Eat this fried pork slices with beans, it's really fragrant, and I'll have a rice later, this delicious is fragrant."

"You eat this kung pao chicken, it's delicious, except for our village Yunxi, no one else can make this taste at all."

"yes, eat the food."

(End of chapter)