"Chi Chi, I'm going to your grandfather's house. Do you want to come with me?"

Zhou Yujiao turned around and shouted into the house.

Hua Wanchi rushed out quickly, "I'm going! I'm going!"

She actually wanted to see the disaster situation outside and see if she could find an opportunity to gain some merit.

"Hurry up, put on your overshoes and bring an umbrella!" Zhou Yujiao urged repeatedly as if she was in a hurry.

Most diligent people are very efficient. They want to do everything quickly and efficiently and cannot stand people who dawdle like snails.

Hua Wanchi hurriedly put on her overshoes, picked up her umbrella, and went out with her mother.

Xiao Youzi and Xiao Le sat on the brick-paved area in the yard, cracking macadamia nuts while watching Zhou Yujiao and Hua Wanchi hurried out.

Little Youzi turned around and saw Wan Qingliu, and asked casually, "Grandma, what are we having for lunch today?"

Wan Qingliu: "Eat potatoes, water spinach and fish."

Little Youzi was a little disappointed that her favorite dishes were not available today, but she was not picky about food and could actually eat these dishes.

Wan Qingliu asked, "We don't know when the water will recede. Did your teacher say when classes will start?"

Little Grapefruit: "The teacher said we should rest for two days. If the water hasn't receded after two days, we don't have to go to school. If it has, we have to go to class."

"So you guys don't have to go to school tomorrow?"

After that, Wan Qingliu added: "But it's almost the same. If it doesn't rain today, the water should recede tomorrow."

Fang Wanghuo's family has already dug out the linen clothes from the bottom of the box and is preparing for the funeral.

Fang Wanghuo's face was heavy with grief. "With such a severe flood this time, your mother must have been washed away. We simply couldn't find her body. This is the end of her funeral. Your mother worked hard her entire life, and as her children, we must wear mourning clothes and show our devotion."

The sons all lowered their heads and listened, while the daughters-in-law murmured in their hearts.

The old man is always good at talking, but I don't see him putting much effort into it. He just acts like a hands-off boss and does nothing.

Although they were pregnant, Jiang Ziying and Li Shufen still had to work. However, they were not assigned any heavy work, just cutting strips of cloth.

They were said to be cut strips of cloth, but in fact the strips were just scraps of cloth that the garment factory had processed cheaply. They just had irregular shapes, so the two of them sorted them out to make them look more presentable.

Descendants must wear mourning clothes, and more distant descendants only need to wear white mourning clothes, while more distant relatives and friends can tie a black or white cloth strip on their arms.

Several men set up the mourning hall. Since there was no corpse, they placed clothes on the table as offerings. Then they went to find someone to draw a portrait, make a tombstone and a coffin.

The three Fang Jianguo brothers cried bitterly while pasting white couplets and bought firecrackers to set off at their doorstep to indicate that someone in the family had passed away.

A few families living nearby felt some sympathy.

"So, your mother is really gone?"

Fang Jianye wiped his tears and choked up, "It's raining so hard, and the floods are so severe. If we can't find anyone, doesn't that mean they were washed away?"

"Hey, look for it more!"

"That's right. What if she ran away to another village?"

"What bad luck it would be if she came home during her own funeral!"

Fang Jianguo sighed, "Dad told us to take care of the funeral and show filial piety. He doesn't plan to look for her again. If Mom doesn't come back, she'll be as good as dead."

The neighbors were stunned and speechless.

He turned around and shook his head, saying he had never seen a son like this.

Anyway, that's how the funeral went.

After the mourning hall was set up, several family members went to notify relatives.

Everyone was shocked.

"Huh? It passed? How did it pass? Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"She seemed fine a while ago, how come she passed away so suddenly?"

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"Did something happen? I don't think your mother looks like she's going to die."

The people in Fang Wanghuo's family didn't want to explain too much, so they just vaguely mentioned it in one or two sentences, which was considered as the notification.

When relatives and friends came to pay their respects, they were even more confused when they saw that there was not even a body in the mourning hall.

What is this for?

Why don’t you bury the body after the person passes away?

What would it look like to just set up a mourning hall?

It was Fang Wanghuo who explained: "The person was washed away by the water and the body was not found."

The relatives frowned, "Go look for it downstream! Have you looked?"

Fang Wanghuo obviously didn't want to go through so much trouble, and his sons and daughters-in-law didn't want to spend so much effort, so they could only make excuses and say that they had looked for it, but they didn't find it.

Now that I've found it, there's nothing much to say.

Everyone burned some paper in the basin and sighed that life is impermanent.

It was really too unexpected that a good person passed away suddenly.

At night, the three brothers took turns keeping vigil and burning paper while doing so.

Although Hua Wanli and Xiao Le have severed ties with Fang Wanghuo's family, Fang Jianzhong's mother is now "dead" and if they don't show up, people will always talk about them.

But Wan Qingliu didn't let them show up after all.

"You don't even know if someone is dead or not. How ridiculous!"

On the day of school, the water had indeed receded and the road was passable. Hua Xuguo rode his tricycle to take his three children to school and also handled the transfer procedures.

Wang Dajuan had no idea that she had been inexplicably pronounced dead at home, and her family was still preparing for her funeral.

Although the water had receded, she was not in a hurry to go home. She felt quite comfortable living in Fang Jianzhong's house.

"Yingchun, Mom wants to eat this." Wang Dajuan pointed at the lychees on the fruit stall with a smile.

Any fruit shipped from outside is not cheap, and Fang Jianzhong would not feel sorry at all if he bought it for himself or his wife and children.

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