It would be three days later when Yang Huazhong, Sun, and others from Sunjiagou returned.

"Mom, have you and my dad not slept well these past few nights? I see your eyes are blood red."

Xiaoduo came up and saw Yang Huazhong and Sun looking haggard and tired, and couldn't help but feel distressed.

Yang Huazhong glanced at Sun next to him: "I feel better. I took the time to catch up on some sleep. Your mother has barely slept a wink in the past three days. She keeps crying and kneels down and kowtows, but she has suffered."

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "This is not considered a punishment. My uncle treats me well. I will send him on his last journey. No matter how tired he is, this is what he deserves."

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Uncle, I have a soul in heaven, and I will definitely feel your filial piety. I won't say anything anymore. We are home, let's take a rest."

The couple sat down on the stools in the main room, and their whole bodies instantly felt paralyzed.

Xiaoduo stood behind Mrs. Sun and helped her squeeze her shoulders. Xiaohua brought the soaked honey and wolfberry water, "Mom, where is Feng'er?"

When they went to Sunjiagou for the funeral, they took Feng'er with them.

Sun smiled: "I followed Chen'er to the Luo family's yard next door. I asked him if he wanted to go back home first. He shook his head and said he wanted to go find Bao Bao and Jing Ling to play."

Xiaohua didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Xiaoduo joked: "This kid is probably a fake son."

Xiaohua nodded: "It's very possible."

After a while, Wang Cuilian came over.

"You guys don't have to cook this afternoon. You all go to my house to eat. I'll cook the food, so don't worry about it." Wang Cuilian said as she entered the door.

Mrs. Sun stood up, flattered.

Wang Cuilian looked at Mrs. Sun's eyes that were red from crying, and said distressedly: "I have really lost a layer of skin in the past few days. I finally buried the old man in peace. You guys have a good rest. I will send the children over to shout after dinner is served."

you."

Mrs. Sun said a few more words of gratitude before watching Wang Cuilian leave.

At home, Xiaoduo boiled a pot of hot water and found two sets of clean clothes so that Yang Huazhong and Sun could take a hot bath to get rid of the fatigue of the past few days.

After not taking a shower for three days, Yang Huazhong couldn't bear it anymore. Hearing this, he quickly picked up his clothes and went to the backyard.

Mrs. Sun was washing in Xiaoduo's room, and Yang Huazhong was washing in his own room.

There was a screen erected next to the bathtub. Mrs. Sun was taking a bath, while sister Xiaohua and Xiaoduo were talking to her on the other side of the screen, listening to her talk about her trip to Sunjiagou for the funeral.

"What you, Dagagong, like most in your life is the excitement. When you were young, you often went out to the mountains to go to the fair. Later, when you got older and your legs were weak, you went out less often."

"When he talked to us many times before, he mentioned that he had nothing to look forward to when he was alive, and that was it. He only hoped that when he died, we could help make the funeral more lively and let him go in a grand way.

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Xiaohua Xiaoduo nodded frequently, "With so many people here this time, the funeral should be quite lively, right?"

Mrs. Sun said: "If you compare it to the families outside our mountain with many children and grandchildren, they are not particularly lively, but in a small village like Sunjiagou, they are the most lively."

"People from a whole village were invited to come over to help. The younger members of the relatives who were related to the deceased were performing rituals, and they all wore sackcloth and mourned during the funeral. Many old people who watched the fun praised it, saying that the funeral was well done. Anyway,

We have a clear conscience and have tried our best.”

Xiaohua Xiaoduo nodded again.

"By the way, mother, what about Cui'er's family? In fact, the three of them were the ones Dagagong couldn't let go of when he was alive. Now that Dagagong passed away, they should have cried too, right?" Xiaohua asked.

When asked about this, Sun sighed.

"It's good to cry, but what's the use? If the old man didn't fulfill his filial piety properly while he was alive, he would only let the old man worry and care about him. Only when the old man dies will he wail heartbrokenly. There is some truth in this and some falsehood.

Only they know." Mrs. Sun sighed, got out of the bathtub, wiped the water drops on her body, and put on her clothes.

After Mrs. Sun put on her clothes and came outside, Xiaohua quickly brought a clean and soft big handkerchief to help Mrs. Sun wipe her hair.

Xiaoduo was busy packing up the clothes that Sun had changed and put them in a bamboo basket next to them. They would be put together with the clothes that Yang Huazhong had changed before washing.

Here, Mrs. Sun continued to talk about the funeral, "We originally planned to invite Taoist priests to perform rituals. In the past two years, monks have become believers in the mountains, so we not only invited Taoist priests, Cui'er's father also invited a few bald monks.

Come here and knock wooden fish all night long.”

"I don't know where those monks were invited from. Some of them even eat wine and meat, hey!"

Xiaohua and Xiaoduo were both stunned, and Xiaoduo said: "Aren't monks who drink alcohol and eat meat just fake monks? Inviting such a monk over is just a scam!"

Xiao Hua said: "There is also a saying that meat and wine go through the intestines. The Buddha kept it in his heart. Since he is the monk invited by Cui'er's father, whether it is true or not, it is also his filial piety to Daga Gong. As long as the meaning is met."

Xiaoduo pouted, knowing that Xiaohua said this mainly to comfort Mrs. Sun.

Sure enough, Mrs. Sun also nodded: "In the final analysis, people live well while they are alive and do not treat themselves badly. After death, these things after death are done for the world to see. It doesn't matter whether it is true or false, as long as the meaning is true."

"Mom, have Grandpa Grandpa and Auntie come back?" Xiaohua asked again.

Sun said: "We came back first. Your aunt, uncle, Dajie, and your grandpa are all still staying in Sunjiagou. They said they would wait for your grandpa to finish his first seven days before coming back."

The hair was dried, the dirty clothes were put away by Xiaoduo, the bath water was poured out, and Wang Cuilian came over again.

"We are about to go there, why are you so busy and come here in person?" Mrs. Sun and Wang Cuilian asked with a smile.

Wang Cuilian said: "It's okay, it's just a few steps away, so what, where is the third child?"

"Sister-in-law, I'm here. I'll bring a jar of wine for my brother Luo." Yang Huazhong's hearty voice came from the warehouse opposite.

Mrs. Sun said to Wang Cuilian: "This wine is the wine I bought when Xiaoduo got married last year. My daughter is red."

Wang Cuilian looked at her and said, "My blacksmith is good at this. The third child is the one who will do the trouble."

Mrs. Sun smiled, and everyone came to Lao Luo's house together.

Sure enough, when Blacksmith Luo saw the daughter Hong brought by Yang Huazhong, his breathing became rapid, "This is a treasure. I drank it last time Duoer got married. To be honest, I have been thinking about it all this time!"

Yang Huazhong smiled and patted the jar: "The last jar, I didn't even bother to take it out when everyone at home had dinner a few times ago. Now we two will have a good drink!"

The women nearby also laughed when they saw this.

Dishes were served bowl after bowl, all of them were big fish and meat, and they were solid dishes in no uncertain terms.

Yang Huazhong patted the seal on the wine jar, and the rich and mellow aroma of wine floated out, and the faces of everyone in the room were stained with blush.
Chapter completed!