Yang Xiaotao walked into the front yard and saw that the yard had been cleaned, and the objects that had been scattered everywhere had been put away. There was even a white cloth hanging on the hanging flower door.

When Yang Xiaotao walked in, what he saw was the white cloth at the door of Jia's house. Jia Zhang sat at the door and cried bitterly. Qin Huairu was also crying beside them. There was no white cloth on them, but Banggan and Xiaodang were wrapped in white cloth.

, kneeling at the door, moving his legs and feet from time to time.

Yi Zhonghai looked haggard and was arrogant on one side. On the other side of his bangs, he was also holding a pack of cigarettes and arranging people everywhere.

Yang Xiaotao passed by the door and looked at the coffins placed in the room.

There is currently no mandatory requirement for cremation, but many people in Sijiu City still follow the practice of burial.

However, the value of this coffin is not low. The coffin that the Jia family can use must have been made by Yi Zhonghai.

Without paying much attention, Yang Xiaotao went straight home.

Yang Xiaotao has no sympathy for Jia Dongxu.

Life or death, it is like that, just like grass and grass on the roadside, growing silently and withering silently, without any impact on the passers-by.

Go home, tidy up, and start cooking.

In the courtyard, Qin Huairu's eyes were red. At the end of the day, she didn't drink any water. She cried and fainted several times.

Mrs. Jia Zhang looked dull, looking at the parked coffin for a while, Qin Huairu for a while, and Bang Ji for another time, fearing that these people would suddenly leave him and abandon her.

After Yi Zhonghai finished arranging things, Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui also came back. The three of them walked to the door and looked at Qin Huairu.

At the moment, the three of them all regard Qin Huairu as the one who calls the shots in the Jia family. As for the Jia Zhang family, it would be nice if this old woman doesn't do anything bad.

"Huairu, it's up to you to decide Dongxu's funeral."

"As for the Jia family, we have already sent people there today, and someone will come tomorrow. However, people still need to go and take a look at Dongxu's tomb."

After hearing this, Qin Huairu knew that this matter had to be designated by someone to take a look at it. Although it was a new era, under the Chinese heritage for thousands of years, in people's consciousness, the graves of their ancestors were related to future generations.

"Master, our family is still young, and I am a womanizer. I don't understand these things, so I need your help to give me some guidance."

Yi Zhonghai nodded, "When Dongxu's relatives come tomorrow, let Banggeng go back with him and get to know him."

Qin Huairu nodded, and Jia Zhang, who was on the side, heard the group of relatives of the Jia family and bowed their heads silently.

Can those poor relatives come tomorrow?

Since Lao Jia came to Sijiucheng, his interactions with people in his hometown have decreased. After Lao Jia left, Jia Dongxu found it troublesome and had to cope with the holidays. In the past few years, his family's financial situation was not good. Jia Dongxu was afraid that his poor relatives would come to fight against the autumn wind, so he stopped

connect.

Now, she really didn't dare to say that anyone would come.

Yi Zhonghai talked for a while, and Qin Huairu nodded in agreement.

Liu Haizhong will then be responsible for entertaining guests tomorrow, and Yan Fugui will be responsible for recording.

After the three of them left, Qin Huairu stood up and went to look for Silly Pillar.

Jia Zhang glanced at it, said nothing, and continued to cry.

When Silhu returned to the courtyard, he heard that Jia Dongxu was gone. There was a moment of surprise on his gloomy face, and then he continued to walk to the middle courtyard with a cold face.

As soon as she came in, she saw Qin Huairu leaning against the door with her belly puffed out, looking indescribably miserable.

For a moment, Silly Zhu wanted to go up and hug this poor woman, give her a chest and let her feel the warmth.

But then, a voice sounded from the bottom of my heart, "Qin Huairu is a widow. Are you looking for a widow to be your wife?"

During the hesitation, another voice appeared again, "A second-hand product like Lou Xiao'e's is about the same as a widow. Are you thinking differently?"

"Nonsense, Qin Huairu has a child, Lou Xiao'e has no children!"

"Stupid, having a child means you can have children. Why do you want children if you can't!"

"You are stupid. Qin Huairu has her mother-in-law here, so it's strange that she would agree to it."

"At worst, we can raise them together..."

The two voices kept appearing, and Shazhu felt that his head was about to explode. He patted his head hard, and a burst of pain came from his mind.

At this moment, Shazhu had already made a decision.

If it were before, Silly Zhu would definitely not think so. No matter how good the widow was, Silly Zhu still liked Huanghua's eldest daughter.

It's like eating steamed buns. Who wants to eat what others have chewed?

But now, Jia Dongxu is gone, leaving Qin Huairu as a young widow. Isn't this an opportunity?

Thinking of what happened in the corn pile that night, Silhu's heart felt hot.

As for finding a wife, that is also a must.

At worst, find someone with a bad background.

Or, find a country girl.

For a long time, Shazhu lay on the bed and grinned.

It is better for a widow to be a widow, so of course it is better to marry a daughter-in-law who is a yellow flower.
Chapter completed!