When Yang Ruoqing looked over there, the woman shrank back again.

But he lingered at the door and did not leave.

"Who is this?"

Yang Ruoqing asked Sun.

Mr. Sun shook his head, "I'm unfamiliar with him. I've never seen him before."

Yang Ruoqing then stood up and was about to walk towards the door of the house.

At this time, the woman appeared at the door of the main room again, looking timidly towards the Eight Immortals table in the room.

"Dare I ask, is this the big house of the old Yang family in Changping Village?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing saw her appearance clearly.

He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old and was wearing a very ordinary summer dress that country women usually wear.

Her hair is black and shiny, and her eyebrows are delicate and bright.

Standing there, it gives people a gentle and quiet feeling.

His skin color is also relatively fair, and his hands and fingers are rubbed together, and it seems that he has not done any rough work.

"Yes, this is the old Yang family's house in Changping Village. Who are you looking for, sister? What's the matter?"

Yang Ruoqing asked, somewhat curious about the identity of this unfamiliar woman.

The woman glanced around, and then, like a magic trick, she pulled out a bundle from behind.

"I am the parent of a student in the school. I heard that Mr. Yang's father passed away, and I came here to pay my respects."

The bundle roll was placed on the table, and when it was opened, it really contained a hanging firecracker and several pieces of incense paper.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the patched bundle and the patched areas on the woman's elbows and knees.

This woman's family is definitely not well-off, and they can still spend money to buy firecrackers and other things for mourning. It can be seen that she is a family that respects teachers and understands filial piety.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Sister, please have a seat."

Yang Ruoqing quickly asked the woman to sit down.

The woman did not sit down, but stood at the table.

"Well, I'll go back first..." she said.

"Hey, don't leave in a hurry. I haven't asked my sister for your surname yet..."

Yang Ruoqing said, then picked up the pen and paper.

On the side, Mrs. Sun held a stool and called to the woman: "Girl, sit down for a while."

The woman smiled gratefully at Mrs. Sun and sat down.

Here, Yang Ruoqing began to register with her pen while asking where the woman was from.

The woman said with some embarrassment: "I am from Lijiacun, the sister of student Li Xiaohua."

"If you write this, the teacher should know it."

The woman added another sentence and blushed slightly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and respected the woman's intention.

By reporting the student's name, you want the eldest brother to take more care of her younger brother during class, right?

understand.

After the registration was completed, Mr. Li also left.

Here, Daan suddenly said: "I remember who she is!"

"Who?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Da'an said: "Isn't there a school in Lijiacun before? She is the daughter of the teacher."

"She came to the school once at that time, and I met her once."

Yang Ruoqing and Sun looked at each other and were both stunned.

"In the past, when Rich Man Li of Lijia Village was still here, he set up a small school and invited an old scholar from the same village to teach him," Yang Ruoqing said.

"Later, Rich Man Li committed a crime and was wanted by the court. The school collapsed and the old scholar had nothing to do."

"I heard that after I left home, I picked up the hoe handle again and planned to work in the fields."

"But his health and bones were not good, and he died of illness within a year and a half. He was left with a talented scholar and a pair of children at home."

"I guess the girl who came here just now is the scholar's daughter!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "That should be the case. This girl looks Wenwen and quiet. She doesn't look like a pure girl from a farmer's family."

Yang Ruoqing said ‘hmm’.

Xiucai is a scholar, and the woman must have been taught by her father often when she was a child, so she might also be able to read.

Thinking of her upright appearance again, Yang Ruoqing's thoughts moved.

If this girl and the cousin...

Maybe they can really get along!

Of course, it depends on their fate. The uncle just died, so I won't talk about anything else.

Mrs. Sun was soon called to the backyard to continue working.

From morning to afternoon and then to night.

People in the village and nearby villages, people who had friendships and people who wanted to come over to pay their respects, came all over.

After dinner at night, Yang Ruoqing handed the account book to Lao Yangtou, and then went home with Mrs. Sun.

The men went to keep vigil as usual tonight. Yang Ruoqing was worried about Xiao An, so she brought him to her and Sun's room to sleep together.

The next day, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were in their own yard.

Blacksmith Luo has already prepared the things for sending wreaths. In addition, there are also rice, cloth and other things.

Tuoba Xian directly transferred the men from the escort team who had let go that day to help Blacksmith Luo deliver the wreaths.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming, Tuoba Xian and Blacksmith Luo came to talk to Yang Ruoqing about the gifts.

"Qing'er, do you think these are enough for you? If it's not enough, I'll give you more money!" Blacksmith Luo said.

All relatives send wreaths, but they cannot be outdone by other relatives.

In this way, the face of the nephew's daughter-in-law was brought down to the old Yang family, and the face of the nephew and the old Luo family was also brought down.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "That's enough!"

"After all, I am the niece-in-law, so I can't give you the most."

She understood Blacksmith Luo's desire to be strong, so she turned around and said to Blacksmith Luo: "The eighth sister is the daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law's natal family has to take the lead, and we have to take second place."

Blacksmith Luo nodded: "Okay, then I'll do as you say!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Then I'll go to the ancestral hall first. It's almost time, uncle, you can go there."

"Okay, you go and do your work. You don't have to worry about this, we will take care of it!"

…

In the ancestral hall, except for Old Yangtou and Tan, all the rest of Old Yang's family, except for the second wife, came.

Yang Huamei handed the twins to Shuan Ziniang and Wang Cuihua for help, and she also brought Wang Shuanzi over to wear sackcloth and mourn them.

Suddenly, the cold ancestral hall became lively.

There are many members of Lao Yang's family, and all of them dressed in white clothes gathered together. The scene was really impressive.

Many people from the village came to watch the fun.

People in this era lack spiritual life. This kind of thing is undoubtedly a large-scale collective activity.

There was a long row of futons placed on the ground at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Groups of wreath-delivery teams came over, and everyone in Lao Yang's family knelt on the futon at the entrance of the ancestral hall to greet the wreath-deliveryers.

The Kim family has no natal family.

So, the Sun family, the old Wang family, and the old Luo family came to send wreaths.

Every time a call came, firecrackers and trumpets and suonas sounded in unison.

The people in Lao Yang's family cried together, waiting for the relatives who sent wreaths to help them stand up one by one, and then gathered into the ancestral hall to worship Yang Hua'an.

Lao Yang's family also arranged for a man from the family to be responsible for reception.

After the worship was over, the team that came to deliver the wreaths was called to Lao Yang's old house to sit down and prepare for the next banquet.

All morning, Yang Ruoqing's ears were filled with the sounds of firecrackers and cries.
Chapter completed!