After packing everything, Wang Cuilian also came over.

Before going to bed last night, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law agreed that early this morning, Yang Ruoqing, Luo Fengtang, and Luo Tiejiang would go to the ancestral hall to see Yang Yongxian for funeral.

The reunion boys were handed over to Wang Cuilian's care.

Anyway, there will definitely be no fire for breakfast today. When Yang Yongxian is sent up the mountain, everyone will go to the third room of Lao Yang's house to have breakfast.

At this point, someone may want to ask.

Why were the funeral arrangements for Yang Yongxian held in the courtyard of Yang Huazhong in the third room? This is also unlucky!

There are two reasons:

One: It was originally supposed to be held in the old house, but the venue there couldn't support it at all. The main room was too narrow to walk back and forth.

It would be most appropriate to do it in Yang Yongjin's yard. Because Yang Yongjin is Yang Yongxian's younger brother, he should shoulder the responsibility.

But didn't Yang Yongjin faint and pass out on New Year's Eve? Wang Sheng said, don't be too careful.

But you can't let the second child get involved just because you're organizing a funeral for the eldest brother!

Furthermore, Xiuxiu also lives in her natal family, and while she is pregnant with Liujia, her health is often not good.

If the family frees up space to hold a funeral, it will become noisy and it will affect the embroidery. Then it will be even worse.

Moreover, during Yang Yongxian's funeral, Xiuxiu, as her niece-in-law, occasionally went to the mourning hall and then came back to rest.

So in the end, Yang Huazhong took up this burden himself.

His reason was that he was the oldest remaining son of the old Yang family, and he was upright. The courtyard of the third bedroom was also spacious, and it was not far from the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village, so he held the office in the third bedroom!

Yang Huazhong's courage is completely in line with his character, so everyone agrees and surrenders to the fact that he is now the most prestigious head of the old Yang family.

Even Lao Yangtou himself was not only deeply shocked by his third son's actions this time, but also more pleased.

Therefore, Lao Yangtou and Tan also understood and considered from Yang Huazhong's point of view that Xiao An and the others were delayed for two days.

Even Lao Yangtou took the initiative to say that after the funeral is held today, all the funeral-related things in the third bedroom will be removed immediately and replaced with festive New Year things, in preparation for the return of the little great-grandson Niu Niu on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year!

So at this moment, Yang Ruoqing hurried to the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village.

They were cousins, and because of their close relationship with each other for running the school on the mountainside behind the village for several years, Yang Ruoqing was willing to put aside the wrong things Yang Yongxian had done before and go to the ancestral hall to see this cousin off for the last time.

However, when she passed the door of the third room, she heard Jin's babbling cry from inside. So she turned a corner and entered the third room, and went straight to the guest room where the crying came from.

In the guest room, Mrs. Sun, Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Bao Suyun, Mrs. Yang Huamei, Mrs. Sun, and several other daughters-in-law, nephews and daughters-in-law of the family were all there. Everyone gathered around the bed. On the bed, Mrs. Jin's hair was disheveled and the quilt covering her was pushed down.

On her knees, she was crying and gesticulating with everyone, pointing at the door, babbling, her face full of anxiety.

Everyone was also advising me.

Judging from this posture, Jin wanted to go to the ancestral hall to see Yang Yongxian off for the last time.

But in view of Kim's attempt to kill herself by hitting the coffin yesterday, no one dared to let her out of this door.

From yesterday to today, Mrs. Jin did not go to the ancestral hall. Her family specially sent someone to watch her.

At this moment, in the morning, Jin must have known that Yang Yongxian was going to have a funeral, so she couldn't help it anymore and wanted to see Yang Yongxian for the last time.

However, Sun and Bao Suyun were still worried, and Lao Yangtou also gave repeated orders not to allow Jin to pass.

So, this is the scene in the guest room.

Even Mrs. Tan sat aside and wiped her tears while saying: "Boss, wife, don't go and see me. If you do, you will feel even sadder..."

Mrs. Sun and others also wiped away tears and comforted Mrs. Jin: "Sister-in-law, don't go, we are doing this for your own good."

Comparing seeing the coffin with seeing the tomb, the former is more intuitive and has a stronger impact.

Therefore, it is better to wait until Yang Yongxian is completely buried, and then let Jin go to the mountain to see it, forget it now!

After all, they are mother and son, blood is thicker than water...

Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear to see Jin's hysterical look.

However, she did not dare to open her mouth and ask Jin to go to the ancestral hall.

My aunt is deaf and mute, and is not good at communicating with the outside world. She keeps almost all her emotions in her stomach. If we really take her there, it is difficult to guarantee that she will continue to commit suicide.

Stubbornness is a characteristic of this type of person.

If he brought his aunt over because of his kindness, and something irreversible happened, Yang Ruoqing would not be able to explain it to her cousins.

So she could only choose to remain silent about this matter, and then went straight to the ancestral hall.

Before he could even walk out of the courtyard gate of the third bedroom, Mr. Liu caught up with him from behind.

"Qing'er, wait for me, we'll go there together."

The two of them arrived at the mourning hall at the entrance of the ancestral hall. At this time, the sound of gongs and drums was very fast, like a violent storm, and a group of Taoist priests in robes were swaying on the ground like a senior disco, babbling, and the ground beneath their feet

Use lime to splash out very strange pictures and texts, like lotus flowers...

"Oh my god, the sound of the gongs and drums makes my heart feel so uncomfortable, and my whole body tightens its breath!" Mrs. Liu grabbed Yang Ruoqing's arm and said.

Yang Ruoqing also felt the same way.

To be honest, sound, when it reaches a certain range, exceeds the bottom line that human ears and heart rhythms can withstand, it will really evolve into a deadly weapon!

For example, the urgent drum beat like raindrops came over a long distance away. Not only did the fourth aunt Liu feel uncomfortable when she heard it, but even Yang Ruoqing felt uncomfortable scratching her liver and lungs.

Moreover, this kind of sound can also bring people an inexplicable panic and psychological shock.

Especially the special sound of the conch when I was doing the ritual in the middle of the night last night. To be honest, if the drought demon was screaming, it would make my heart beat violently and the hair on my body stand on end.

When the two of them arrived at the mourning hall, my dear, the mourning hall was full of people.

There is one person in Lao Yang's family. Except for the children and a few who stay in the third room to accompany Jin and Tan, almost everyone else is in place!

Even Xiu Xiu, who was pregnant with Liujia, was helped over by Cao Bamei. She stood there with red eyes and nose. Obviously, Xiu Xiu, her niece, was still a little sentimental about her uncle's departure.

Looking at the other people, everyone's face was solemn.

As the ritual continued, the things in the room where Yang Yongxian lived before his death, from tables and chairs to boxes and cabinets, from clothes and shoes to books and notes, were all piled together. A torch was all gone...
Chapter completed!