After the old Yangtou explained to Yang Yongxian in the coffin gently and patiently, he slowly stood up. Suddenly, the old man felt dizzy, and he fell on the coffin lid, gasping for air.

Upon seeing this, Yang Huazhong rushed forward and helped the old man from behind.

He shouted anxiously: "Dad, Daddy?"

Yang Yongjin didn't care about the bad smell in the mourning hall anymore, rushed in, pulled the bench behind the old man and put it aside, and then supported the old man from the other side.

"Third uncle, I think it's better to carry my father outside first!"

Yang Huazhong nodded.

Yang Yongjin immediately lowered his body, and Yang Huazhong helped the old man, whose eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his pupils had no focus, onto Yang Yongjin's back.

Then Yang Yongjin picked up Lao Yang's head and quickly walked out of the mourning hall and came outside.

At this time, it was lunch time, and the villagers who had gathered near the mourning hall in the morning had almost dispersed. When the Taoist priest team comes to perform rituals in the afternoon, the crowd of onlookers will probably grow even more.

So after the two men got Lao Yangtou outside the mourning hall, Yang Huazhong was about to call Wangsheng, but Lao Yangtou woke up on his own.

The old man waved his hand and said, "No need, no need. I'm fine. I might have gotten up too quickly before, and my eyesight went dark. Now that the cold wind outside is blowing, it's much better."

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongjin looked at each other.

Yang Huazhong said: "I'm afraid it's because I haven't eaten for several meals in a row, my body is weak, and I'm too sad. Alas!"

Old Yangtou smiled bitterly, "How can I have an appetite!"

Yang Yongjin glanced at the mourning hall behind him, where the stench was still filling the air. He frowned and said, "I think it's probably because I stayed in there for a long time and got poisoned by smelling too much stench!"

Yang Huazhong frowned, feeling strongly that Yang Yongjin's guess might be true. He had gone in and stood there for a while, and his head was buzzing and his temples were aching.

Maybe the smell is really poisonous!

However, Lao Yangtou did not agree with Yang Yongjin's words and said: "How is it possible? It's impossible. To put it that way, I squat in the latrine every day and I haven't seen anyone faint in the latrine!"

Yang Yongjin: "Master, that's different. This is the rotten air..."

Old Yang raised his hand and made a gesture to stop Yang Yongjin from speaking, "Okay, okay, let's not argue about this. I'll go back to the third room to rest for a while."

Yang Huazhong: "Dad, can you leave by yourself? Or let me carry you!"

Lao Yangtou waved his hand: "It's not that brittle, I'm not made of paper."

Even so, Yang Huazhong was still worried and helped the old man to the third room.

Yang Yongjin was left here to continue guarding the mourning hall.

Yang Yongjin didn't go in at all, and kept squatting at the door, burning handfuls of paper money every now and then.

Unless the incense inserted in front of the coffin in the mourning hall was burned out, he held his breath and rushed in, quickly lit three incense sticks and inserted them on the bowl of uncooked rice, and then quickly exited...

Let's talk about the third room. Mrs. Sun filled a bowl full of meatballs and meatloaf from the big pot in the backyard, and also filled a bowl with mushroom stew and meat bones, and went out through the back door.

After walking around the village in a big circle, we arrived at Zhang Youfu's house.

Zhang Youfu and Zhen'er must have had a noon banquet at Lao Yang's house at noon. Zhang's mother, Liao Meiying, and Gui'er were left at home.

Liao Meiying was very moved when she saw Mrs. Sun specially bringing meat and vegetables.

"Third Mom, you are so busy today, why are you wasting your time for me?"

"No delay, I see you can't spare the time to go over for a banquet, so I will bring you some food for your mother-in-law and your son."

Liao Meiying lowered her eyes, nodded slightly, went to the kitchen, took out two clean bowls, and replaced the bowls in Sun's hand.

"Third Mom, I went to the mourning hall today to burn incense without wearing white flowers or linen. Grandpa Zhen'er was not happy, and I felt very uncomfortable..."

"But now that I am the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family, it is impossible for me to go and mourn my ex-husband. This is unlucky and against the rules. Third mother, what do you think?"

Sun said: "Mei Ying, I'm here not only to deliver food to you, but also to explain this matter to you."

"You must never take Zhen'er's words at heart. He said it was his, and you do yours. What you did is right, and we all understand."

"Your third uncle, fourth uncle and fifth uncle are just afraid that you will feel wronged in your heart, so I have to tell you this. You must not take it personally, understand? You have already treated our old Yang family and Yongxian

, I have done my best!"

Sun's words comforted Liao Meiying's heart.

She nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, thank you so much!"

Mrs. Sun looked around and didn't see Gui'er.

Liao Meiying: "Gui'er is playing in his grandma's house!"

Mrs. Sun said: "We are having a funeral today, so I won't go into the house to say hello to your mother-in-law. You are busy with your business."

Liao Meiying nodded, "Okay, I'll take Third Mother to the gate of the hospital."

After the noon banquet, everyone followed the Taoist priest team to the mourning hall in the afternoon.

The Taoist priests performed rituals, and the relatives and friends were younger than Yang Yongxian in terms of age and seniority, and everyone in the old Yang family wore sackcloth and mourning.

Relatives and friends simply tie a white cloth belt on their arm, and then go there to burn incense and pray a few times.

It was estimated that the time was almost up, and relatives and friends dispersed.

Then Lao Yang's family continued to organize the funeral, including an all-night vigil tonight.

"Qing'er, Duo'er, you all should go back first. You won't have anything to do here for the time being." Mrs. Sun called Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo aside.

Xiaoduo's face was full of exhaustion. She almost didn't eat a bite at the banquet earlier. She was busy taking care of the children.

Even if Mrs. Sun came back after delivering the meat and vegetables later and took Rourou over, Xiaoduo himself would not have the appetite to eat.

Because she still felt uncomfortable all over, the broth was filled with a fishy smell.

This should be a psychological effect.

Because these meals were cooked jointly by several sisters-in-law and sisters-in-law from my parents' family, and they were cooked in the same way as a usual wedding banquet.

It's completely Xiaoduo's personal feeling.

"Mom, sister, then I'll come over with Shengnan tomorrow morning and take my cousin up the mountain," Xiaoduo said.

Sun said: "It will probably be very early. If you can't come, don't come. Just ask Sheng Nan to show up."

Sun said, turning to look at Yang Ruoqing, "The same goes for you, Qing'er. It's freezing cold, so you can just stay in the house with your children. If Tang Yazi is willing, Tang Yazi can just take a trip."
Chapter completed!