Hearing Yang Yongjin's words, Yang Ruoqing looked around the mourning hall, saying, "What a guy, there is really no one in the mourning hall."

The venue where the Taoist priests operated rituals was also set in front of the mourning hall, with a half-old Eight Immortals table. On the Eight Immortals table was a chair with a backrest, and a box covered with black cloth was placed on it.

Yang Ruoqing recognized at a glance that whether it was the Eight Immortals Table or the chair with a backrest, they were moved from the room where Yang Yongxian lived in the old house during his lifetime.

For more than 20 years, Yang Yongxian sat on this chair and lay on this table, reading, studying, practicing calligraphy, from children to teenagers, and then from teenagers to young people.

From a person with a positive outlook on three aspects and ambitions, he gradually evolved into what he later...

This set of tables and chairs will be burned out tonight and will be burned back.

Not only that, there are also many things that Yang Yongxian left in that room, which should be burned.

Let him take all his things away.

"Second brother, you and Tang Yazi go back and eat a few bites of food together. I'll watch here first." Yang Ruoqing suggested.

Yang Yongjin hesitated for a while.

Luo Fengtang denied the proposal, "This is not good and does not comply with the rules!"

But Yang Ruoqing knew his true intention.

If he was really a person who did everything according to the rules, he would not have achieved what he had today and would not have reached the current level.

To put it bluntly, he was worried about leaving her a woman here to guard the mourning hall at night.

Yang Yongjin also quickly reacted, so he decisively rejected Yang Ruoqing's kindness.

"No, you guys go back. After they finish their night dinner, the Taoist priest team is coming. I have to keep it for you. Maybe I don't have time to eat this night dinner, so I'll be fine tomorrow!"

As the grandson of the Yang family, this elder brother did not leave a positive image and set an example for his younger brothers and sisters. He could not become a respected person in the hearts of his younger generations. On the contrary, he would suffer from relatives and friends in his family during his lifetime and would suffer from the consequences of everyone after his death.

Not likable, not likable at all.

Even Yang Yongjin, his younger brother, was full of complaints, let alone other people?

Everyone couldn't bear to be sad because of Lao Yangtou, Tan and Jin.

Since this happened, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to the third bedroom of the old Yang family together.

On the way, Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang: "I made fried rice for you and roasted sweet potato egg tarts. She had a great time."

Luo Fengtang smiled and nodded, "Okay, Qing'er, you are tired."

"Hey, if you say this, that's my daughter, you guys!"

Luo Fengtang smiled.

It is true that he loves his daughter, but it is not fake that he loves his wife!

"I'll squeeze your shoulders when I go back tomorrow."

"What does it mean? Can't you come back tonight?"

"Well, I discussed with my father-in-law and the others before. After all, they are older people. It's better not to sit in the night in such a cold day. Let Da'an and me, and a few brother-in-law and brother-in-law come to sit in the night. My father-in-law, the fourth and fifth uncles and the others go back to rest!"

Yang Ruoqing understood.

"You are the grandson-in-law of the Old Yang family, not the grandson. In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't go to sit at night." She said.

There is no need to go to the night, just go there.

Chen Biao and Liu Xueyun were not on the list of night anymore because Kang Xiaozi and Tiedan went there.

Similarly, Dabai and Xiaohei from the old Wang family did not even come to have dinner at night. After lunch and mourning, Yang Huamei was left here to accompany Tan family. The rest of the old Wang family went back.

So there is no problem with Luo Fengtang not going to sit at night!

However, Luo Fengtang insisted on going.

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and really understood this time.

"I understand, you are sitting on the night for Xiao An!"

Xiao An is still in Qing'an County and has not come back.

It’s not that Xiao An deliberately refused to come back, but because Niu Niu is going back to the village in the first month of the year.

I was originally planning to come back on two days like the second and fourth days of the lunar calendar, but in the end, wasn’t this happening to catch up with Yang Yongxian’s funeral?

So Yang Huazhong, Da'an and Yang Ruoqing and others decided to postpone Xiao'an's return for a few days, and the sixth day of the lunar month is enough.

Funerals and happy events must be done separately.

Moreover, after returning from the sixth day of the lunar month, Xiao An could catch up with Yang Yongxian's first seventh day in a few days. He could also go to the mountain to burn incense and fulfill his cousin's obligations.

How to say, death is the greatest thing. Although Yang Yongxian is like that, the living people in the family will try their best to handle the funeral.

He would not deliberately make trouble in Yang Yongxian's affairs.

"The best brother-in-law in the world, that's OK, but you go home before the night, remember!"

"good!"

...

It was almost midnight, Luo Fengtang came back.

He was so slight that he would wake up Yang Ruoqing and her two children who were asleep in the dormitory.

Then, he saw a note on the table in the small hall next to the dormitory.

On the note was Yang Ruoqing's handwriting: "Soak some hot water feet, and the hot water is in the jar on the table, and the foot basin and a veil are on the bottom of the table."

"Change clean pairs of shoes and socks, socks and shoes next to the stool."

Luo Fengtang put down the note and looked to the side, and found every object she said.

He sat down, took off his shoes and socks that had been frozen to the cold, rolled up his trousers, put his feet, which were frozen a little stiff, in a hot water basin, and couldn't help but breathe a long and comfortable breath...

When it was dawn, Yang Ruoqing got up.

She looked at the hourglass beside the bed and calculated the time. At this time, it should be half an hour before Yang Yongxian's funeral was held. In the direction of the village ancestral hall, there were sounds of firecrackers and gongs and drums.

Obviously, the last ritual is in full swing.

Yang Ruoqing tucked the quilt and tent to the two little guys, washed up and came to the small hall next door, preparing to pack up the shoes and socks he changed last night and pour out the foot wash water.

Then I found that the foot wash water had been poured out, and the shoes and socks were neatly placed on the door, and the dirty socks I had replaced were stuffed into the shoes.

On the table, the note she left him last night was still there, but there was an expression picture on it.

There are two stars, and an arrow is passed through the middle.

The moment Yang Ruoqing saw this picture, her fingers stiffened slightly. The next moment, her nose was slightly sour, her mouth was raised, but her eyes turned red.

The icon of the two arrows piercing the heart, so many years have passed, does he still remember it?

This was not long after she had just traveled through time and came to this time. Once she was digging bark with him in the mountains and resting in the middle of eating roasted sweet potatoes, she was bored and taught him how to draw on the ground with branches.

After so many years, she thought he had forgotten it long ago, but she didn't expect that he would always remember it!

Stupid!

Hidden without any leakage!

She carefully reduced the icon on the note that had a shot through the heart, then folded it together, and stuffed it into the small purse she was carrying close to.
Chapter completed!