When I woke up, it was almost noon.

"Is this possessed by sleepyheads? When did I become a sleepy student?"

As she stretched herself to get dressed and get up, Yang Ruoqing laughed to herself in her heart.

While combing her hair, Mrs. Sun came in from outside.

The woman also held a basin of wash water in her hand.

"Hey, are you up? I was planning to come over and shout!"

She said, while placing the washbasin on the washstand in the corner, she turned to tell Yang Ruoqing about today's schedule.

"Your father told me before that he asked you to go over to the old house after lunch, sit down with the accountant, and write down on paper those from the village and relatives who came to pay their respects," said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing listened carefully and kept it in mind.

The uncle has passed away, and the eldest brother and several uncles have to help organize the funeral at the ancestral hall.

Matters at home, such as the things relatives and friends come to pay their respects to, and the food and drinks served to them...

These require people to take care of them specially.

There is a saying in the countryside: The gongs and drums in the ancestral hall are ringing, and the house is in the hands of others.

That's the truth.

Old Yangtou was worried about letting other members of the same clan take charge of it. He was too old to take care of it, so he thought of her.

In fact, Yang Yongxian and the others told her this in private last night, and she was mentally prepared.

"Okay, then I will go to the ancestral hall first and then go to the old house to listen to the master's instructions." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded, walked over, and helped Yang Ruoqing secure the bun at the back with a white flower.

"I'm still stopping at the ancestral hall today, and I'll do some rituals tomorrow," Mrs. Sun continued.

"I heard that the group of Taoist priests from Zhangjiacun has been invited. Six Taoist priests have been invited. We will have lunch tomorrow and start performing rituals in the afternoon."

"We won't be able to sleep tomorrow night. We have to go to the ancestral hall and stay up all night."

"You go to bed earlier tonight, do you understand?" Ms. Sun warned carefully.

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly.

When she mentioned sleeping, she thought of Yang Huazhong.

"Mom, where is my father? When did he come back from the vigil last night?" she asked.

Sun said: "I came back in the middle of the night, slept for more than an hour, and then got up again."

"Why doesn't my dad get more sleep? He has nothing to do at the ancestral hall this morning!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun said: "No, your mother-in-law's family and your Uncle Luo are going to mourn. Your father has accompanied your uncle and your Uncle Luo to buy wreaths and other things from the coffin shop in the town."

"oh……"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

According to the custom in the Mianniu Mountain area, when an uncle dies, relatives and friends come to pay their respects.

There are two types of mourning.

One way is for the villagers who have friendship with each other spend some money to buy a firecracker and a few pieces of incense paper to burn.

There is another way to send wreaths by beating gongs and drums.

For example: Kim’s natal family.

Yang Hua'an's sister, Yang Huamei's husband's family, Lao Wang.

As well as Yang Huaan’s daughter-in-law and Cao Bamei’s natal family.

These three families must come and deliver wreaths with gongs and drums.

So, my uncle went to the town to buy wreaths and paper sedans.

In addition, there are two married nieces, herself and Yang Ruolan, who also need to send wreaths.

Luo Fengtang was not at home, so Blacksmith Luo went to take care of these things.

"What did Sister Lan'er say?" Yang Ruoqing asked Sun.

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "Girl Lan said that she is not getting married, but being a concubine. There is no need to send wreaths. It will make your father and several uncles very angry."

Yang Ruoqing frowned, how could Yang Ruolan say such a thing?

"However, Xiao Yaxue came out to express her position. She and Narisong will come to burn incense for your uncle when the time comes." Mrs. Sun added.

"Everyone in the village is praising Xiao Ya for her clear sense of ethics. You, Sister Lan'er... ah!" Mrs. Sun shook her head.

Yang Ruoqing also shook her head.

"By the way, where is my third cousin? Are you coming over?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

When the third cousin originally planned to marry into his master's family, he had already separated from his uncle Yang Hua'an.

But last time during the Dragon Boat Festival, Yang Yongjin wanted to persuade his third cousin to come back and have the last Dragon Boat Festival meal with Yang Huaan, but his third cousin all found reasons to shirk it.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Mrs. Sun sighed lightly.

"I also went to your third cousin's place to report the funeral. I probably won't be playing gongs and drums and sending out wreaths, but I'm probably here to burn incense."

There was some dissatisfaction in Sun's words.

Yang Ruoqing can also understand this.

No matter how good the uncle is, he is still the biological father of his third cousin.

My dear father died, why did you send him a wreath?

That's all, you have no right to say anything more about other people's family affairs.

"Mom, just comb it like this, you are busy with your business." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Breakfast is warmed in the pot for you. You go and eat some quickly. I'm going to dry the two clothes I changed yesterday and I'm going to the old house to have lunch."

"Well, okay!"

The two women went their separate ways.

After breakfast, Yang Ruoqing went to the ancestral hall for a while.

The ancestral hall was deserted.

Yang Yongjin, Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongqing were guarding there.

Yang Ruoqing briefly greeted them, bowed to her uncle, and came to the old house with pen and paper.

In the main room of the old house, the Eight Immortals table was moved to the patio.

When Yang Ruoqing arrived, Old Yangtou and Little Old Yangtou were sitting at the table, discussing matters in low voices with sad faces.

The door of Yang Yongxian's room was closed tightly, and they were probably catching up on their sleep.

"Grandpa, little grandpa."

Yang Ruoqing walked over and said hello to the two old men.

Old Yang's eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing and waved to her.

"Qing'er, come here and sit down." He said.

Yang Ruoqing sat down as instructed.

Old Yangtou said: "Qing'er, your uncle is gone. This is a disaster for our Old Yang family."

"Your father and several uncles and cousins ​​are busy with matters at the ancestral hall,"

"We have to make this funeral a lively event, and let your uncle... leave in a lively manner..."

When Old Yangtou said this, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Master, please forgive me and accept my wishes. Your body is important!"

Yang Ruoqing advised.

Lao Yang raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, and continued: "Relatives and friends are coming to pay their respects in the past two days. You have to record all the accounts of these human relationships for me clearly."

"You are a granddaughter, but you are no less than any man."

"You are the only one I can entrust with this difficult topic and can trust you!"

Next to him, little old Yangtou nodded again and again: "This granddaughter is worth ten grandsons. Leave these matters to her. Don't worry, brother."

Old Yang nodded and looked at Yang Ruoqing: "Do you understand what I told you?"

"Well, I understand, don't worry, the accounts and items will not be messed up," she said.

Compared to the many businesses she handles, this kind of thing is really not a big deal right now.
Chapter completed!