It is a small mountain village at the foot of the mountain.

The villagers dig holes and live in caves, commonly known as caves.

The second uncle Yang Dong's house has a total of four holes, plus a breeding room next to it, which can be regarded as five holes.

The mourning hall is located in the middle of the cave, and the people in the courtyard are dressed in plain clothes, busy going in and out.

Seeing Yang Jun's family, everyone looked at them in unison.

Wang Yuying didn't stop, and went straight to the mourning hall with Yang Jun and them.

There was no crying, no tears.

Yang Jun's family knelt in front of the mourning hall and kowtowed respectfully.

The second uncle, Yang Dong, was dressed in filial piety clothes, holding a locust wood in his hand, and choked with his head bowed.

"Sister-in-law, you're late, my mother can't wait for you, so I ...... yesterday afternoon."

Yang Dong cried so much that his voice became hoarse, and he tore his hair desperately, as if blaming himself for not taking good care of his mother.

"His second uncle, don't blame yourself, our mother is eighty-three, and she is at the end of her life, if you want to blame me, you have relied on you to take care of this family all these years."

After kowtowing, Wang Yuying knelt on the side and added a few pieces of fire paper to the brazier.

The firelight in the ash basin rubbed against the old high, illuminating her face in detail, and the tears in the corners of her eyes sparkled.

"My mother can't close her eyes when she is dying, and she keeps muttering that she wants to see his eldest grandson." Yang Dong glanced up at Yang Jun, sighed, and hung his head silently.

Yang Jun didn't say anything, his heart was heavy like a big stone, and he knelt silently on the side and looked at his grandmother lying on the spiritual bed.

Grandma's height is only about one meter and a half, thin, her hands are very rough, and her back is hunched by years of fatigue, and she lies on her side on the spiritual bed until she dies.

His face was covered with a layer of white paper, and he couldn't see his face, but the silver hair gave Yang Jun a great shock, and the sparse few hairs stuck to his scalp, adding a bit of vicissitudes.

Yi Qiushui and the others knelt beside the funeral bed with Yang Jun, and even Yang Laosi, who had always been naughty, knelt beside him obediently.

There were also a few people kneeling there in the mourning hall, they were men and women, old and young, and they all stopped crying at the moment and kept staring at Yang Jun's family.

Yang Jun knew that the only person who could kneel in the mourning hall was his closest relatives, if he guessed correctly, the young man with a face a bit like Yang Anguo must be Yang Anbang, the younger woman must be his daughter-in-law, and there are two children kneeling next to him, a man and a woman, who must be their children.

There is also a middle-aged woman in her forties next to her, due to fatigue or malnutrition, she looks older than Wang Yuying, if you guess correctly, that person is his second mother Qin Xiuzhi.

At this time, the mourning hall was crowded with people.

The people in the village heard that the eldest daughter-in-law of Yang Laohan's family had led the family to come, and they all came to see the excitement.

They have lived in the mountains for generations, and they have rarely gone out, and some of them have never even been to the town in their lives, so they want to come and see what the people in the city look like.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, you will know what the gap between urban and rural areas is when you meet each other.

The Yang family is all thin-skinned and tender-skinned, and their clothes are also bright, especially Yangmei and Yi Qiushui are more like heavenly immortals, they have never seen such a beautiful person.

The people of the village stood outside the mourning hall and pointed at them, guessing their identities.

At this time, the second aunt Qin Xiuzhi stood up and pushed everyone out.

"What's so nice about it, I haven't seen people in the city? Let's get busy."

"Second aunt, I really let you talk about it, I really haven't seen anyone in the city." The crowd didn't know who replied, and everyone burst into laughter

The second mother, Qin Xiuzhi's face sank, and she feigned anger and said, "My family Anguo is also from the city, you go to see him."

"That's different, although An Guo eats public food, he is still a rural person in his bones."

"That's it, that's it, just like the rustic appearance of Anguo, where does it look like a city person."

The second mother was immediately unhappy when she heard it, so she was sorry for herself

The son is also holding the public rice bowl in his hand, and he can still look down on you mud legs who are digging in the soil?

The second mother pointed at them one by one and said, "What's wrong with my family Anguo, what's wrong with the rural people, he eats four catties of roast duck and twenty white-flour buns in the city, so he asks which of you has eaten?" My daughter-in-law Xiangxiu's salary of 20 yuan a month, can you earn so much in a year?"

The second mother, Qin Xiuzhi, was full of firepower, pointing at the gang and counting them one by one.

When everyone heard this, their faces turned red, and they all stopped talking.

Yang Anguo's eating and drinking spicy food in the city, Qin Xiuzhi didn't show off in the village, whenever she saw the envious eyes of others, the second mother was proud from the bottom of her heart.

Everyone was embarrassed and faceless, and they all left in shame.

The second mother saw that everyone was scattered, like a winner, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

She turned around and looked at Yang Jun and the others, and said to Wang Yuying with a smile,

"Sister-in-law, this is Junzi, right? He looks really good."

When Wang Yuying heard this, she raised her head and said to Yang Jun, "Junzi, this is your second mother, call someone."

"Second mother!" Yang Jun shouted, and Yi Qiushui and Yang Mei behind him also shouted.

"Good, good." The second mother looked at them with a smile: "It's still a good seed from our old Yang family, you can see how handsome they look one by one."

Then, she looked at Yi Qiushui and said, "Ah, this is Aunt Junzi, right? It's beautiful."

Yi Qiushui was embarrassed to be praised, and called out shyly with a red face: "Second mother!"

Subsequently, the second mother Qin Xiuzhi glanced at her eldest daughter-in-law Zhao Hongmei, and the faster it was, the more unpleasant it was.

is also the granddaughter-in-law of the old Yang family, one is a white swan, the other is an ugly duckling, it is simply incomparable, the second mother looks at her daughter-in-law, the more she looks at it, the more unpleasant it becomes.

The second mother praised the Yang family again, and then he walked up to Yang Dong and whispered with a bitter face for a while.

After the second uncle Yang Dong listened, he frowned and did not speak.

Seeing this, Yang Jun hurriedly asked, "Second Uncle, what difficulties have you encountered?"

Hearing this, Yang Dong glanced up at him, then sighed and said with a red face,

"Your second mother is worried about filial piety."

"Not enough filial piety?"

Subsequently, Yang Dong expressed the pain in his heart.

It turns out that all this is poor.

The family's money and cloth tickets are only enough to buy filial clothes, as for the others, they can only find a white cloth strip to tie on their arms, like those outside the door, all of whom brought filial piety cloth from their own homes.

This is the case in the village, no matter who dies, they all bring their own filial piety clothes, and if they can't find a white cloth, they can only take out the cage cloth of their own steamed nest and take it out.

Therefore, Yang Dong and Qin Xiuzhi were worried about the filial piety of Yang Jun's family.

The little cloth ticket at home is usually saved by frugality, and these are only enough for the filial son to wear alone, as for Qin Xiuzhi and the rest of the family, they just tied a strip of cloth on their arms that was only the width of their fingers.

After Yang Jun listened, his mood was very heavy.

He knew that life in the countryside was hard, but he didn't expect it to be even more bitter than he imagined.

To do a white thing, he couldn't even afford filial piety clothes, so he could only borrow from each other in the whole village.

However, he was relieved to see that no one in the village was wearing a clean and unpatched garment.

Rural people live a life, children pick up adults' clothes to wear, the second child wears the eldest child's leftover clothes, and the third child picks up the second child's ......

When I was young, there were stacks of patches on the clothes, and I didn't know what color the original clothes were.

"I've got some cloth tickets here, take them to the town and buy some white cloth, don't let people laugh at them." Wang Yuying sighed and took out a bulging handkerchief from her underwear.

When she returned to her hometown this time, she had already brought back all the money and tickets, looking at the thick pile of money tickets in the handkerchief, Yang Dong's nose was sour, and she almost cried.

My mother has worked hard all her life, and in the end, she can't make a decent one

of funerals.

Yang Dong took the money in Wang Yuying's hand with red eyes, and beckoned to the young man on the side,

"Anbang, you go to the town and pull a few feet of white cloth, go and come back quickly."

"Got it, big."

Yang Anbang answered, took the money and tickets and went out.

Subsequently, the village party secretary Wang Dayan came.

This is an old man of about fifty and a half, dressed as a standard Shanxi person, wearing sheepskin and shoulders, a white cloth belt tied around his waist, wrapped in a white towel on his head, and holding a smoking pot in his hand.

After he came in, he first said hello to Yang Jun's family, and then squatted at the door of the mourning hall and smoked dry cigarettes.

Everyone discussed the old lady's future.

"Second Yang, I looked at the day, the ninth is a good day to enter the earth, what do you think?"

The reason why Wang Dayan is called Wang Dayan is that it is said that when he was a child, he could see things in the underworld, so the children in the village were frightened, and the old people came to him when they entered the earth, worshiped their ancestors, etc., and over time, everyone called him Wang Dayan.

Later, as he grew older, his eyes could no longer see those things, but everyone got used to it, so his nickname has been called until now.

Now it is a new society, and the eradication of feudal superstition is advocated above, but if anyone encounters something, he is still invited to palm his eyes.

No, Wang Dayan, as the general manager of the funeral and Mr. Yin and Yang, came to Yang Dong to discuss how to arrange the funeral.

"Brother Big Eyes, No. 9, it's my mother's birthday, can I change it to the eleventh?" Yang Dong shook his head when he heard this.

It is a rule that birthdays and burial dates cannot be chosen on the same day.

Wang Dayan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No. 11 is not suitable for groundbreaking, so it can only be No. 13."

Rural red and white affairs are particular, and the days of election cannot be arbitrarily chosen.

Red things generally use double days, and white things can only use single days, that is, only single days such as one, three, five, seven, and nine can be used.

If someone dies in the house, it will generally stop for five or seven days, and if the days are really not coincidental, they can only use nine days, but not more than eleven days at most.

Today is the 3rd, and there are still 10 days left before the 13th that Wang Dayan said.

The thought of staying here for ten days made Yang Jun feel a headache.

In these ten days, I didn't eat well, I didn't sleep well, and I didn't even have a place to take a shower, in fact, these are easy to solve, and the most headache is the problem of going to the toilet.

At the thought of the dry toilet, Yang Jun felt a chill and chills all over his body.

He swore that he would never go to a dry toilet in his life.