Chapter 12 I Dare to Carry the Coffin! (First Update)...

Chapter 12

How to choose?

This is forcibly trying to force Meng Yingying to marry Meng Dunzi.

In that case, he planned to devour both Meng Yingying and the house behind her in one go.

After all, if Meng Yingying marries Meng Dunzi, Meng Dunzi will have to pay one less dowry.

Listen to his calculations; he's really pulling out all the stops.

Meng Yingying had never seen such a shameless person in her two lives, and she was so angry that she trembled.

Uncle Meng couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled Meng Yingying behind him, and the towering figure stood in front of her, shielding her from all the dangers outside.

He touched the butcher knife at his waist and roared, "Brother, do you think I'm dead?"

"When my second brother left, he asked me to protect Yingying. Now that my second brother is going up the mountain, please make way for him."

"Otherwise, my butcher's knife doesn't discriminate."

Now, Uncle Meng, who had been so arrogant in front of Meng Yingying, turned into a mess when he saw the gleaming butcher knife.

He instinctively took a few steps back. "Third brother, why are you doing this? Second brother is dead. Is it worth it to fall out with the entire Meng family for Meng Yingying?"

Uncle Meng stroked the knife and said in a deep voice, "I don't know if it's worth it or not. I only know that I have to do what I promised my second brother."

"I'll ask one last question: when my second brother's funeral procession goes up the mountain, are you still going to block the way?"

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent as Uncle Meng swept his gaze across the area.

Uncle Meng probably understood what was going on, and turned to Meng Yingying, saying, "If they won't carry it, we will."

"I'll carry the front, you carry the back."

“Meng Yingying, your father is going up the mountain. We’ll see him off on his final journey.”

He glanced back at Uncle Meng and deliberately raised his voice, "I think if your father knew that the Meng family members were here to carry the coffin, he might even come back to life."

These words filled everyone with righteous indignation, but they could only suppress their anger because of Uncle Meng's knife.

They wanted to see Meng Yingying make a fool of herself, and they wanted to know how Meng Yingying and Meng Laosan could lift that several-hundred-pound coffin.

not to mention.

Where do you see women carrying coffins? That's ridiculous!

"Third brother, stop fooling around. Have you ever seen women carrying a coffin since ancient times?"

Uncle Meng tried to dissuade him, but Uncle Meng suddenly pulled out a pig-slaughtering knife from his stomach, swung it forward, and shouted angrily, "Never seen it before, but I've seen it today."

"How many people did Meng Baichuan help in our Mengjiatun before he died? Now that he's dead, have you all forgotten your roots? Yes, women aren't allowed to carry coffins, but did Meng Yingying have a choice? Did you give her a choice?"

"She didn't."

"Since that's the case, then all of you shut up!"

The sharp butcher's knife sliced ​​off Uncle Meng's hair and ear flaps with a ripping sound, and Uncle Meng covered his ears and began to wail in pain.

Everyone knows that if Uncle Meng had been a little more ruthless, he probably would have severed Uncle Meng's neck instead.

The surrounding area was in complete chaos.

The Meng family went to help Uncle Meng, but the neighbors couldn't bear to watch.

“I carried Uncle Baichuan’s coffin. When I was a child, I was starving, and he threw me a pound of pigskin. I survived on that pound of pigskin.”

"And me, I was so sick I was almost dying. My parents didn't care about me. It was Uncle Baichuan who took me to the barefoot doctor and gave me a tetracycline tablet, which brought me back to life."

“Me too. That year I fell into the river, and it was Uncle Baichuan who jumped in to save me in the dead of winter.”

Meng Baichuan did many good deeds while he was alive. Now that he's dead, no one is carrying his coffin, which has clearly angered the public.

At that moment, these people even forgot about Uncle Meng's threat.

Seeing that the neighbors were all willing to come out and help, they themselves were willing, but their elderly parents and wives disagreed.

They were afraid they would offend Uncle Meng, who was not only the clan head of the Meng clan but also the brigade leader, under such circumstances.

No matter how you look at it, offending the other party is not worth it.

So, although four or five people stepped forward, only one or two were actually able to help.

They still looked trembling with fear, as they spoke while being pulled and stopped by their family members, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble.

Meng Yingying knew that if they were really made to carry the coffin, the next day when they would be retaliated against by Uncle Meng would be the time when they would start to resent her and her father.

After thinking it through, Meng Yingying refused decisively, "Thank you, uncles and aunts, elder brothers and sisters."

"My third uncle and I will carry my father's coffin."

Upon hearing this, the bystanders frowned and tried to dissuade her, saying, "Meng Yingying, this coffin is probably very heavy; the two of you can't lift it."

Uncle Meng spoke up, "The coffin isn't heavy. When my second brother was alive, he guessed that this day would come. He knew that no one would carry his coffin after he died, so he made preparations in advance."

"We chose the thinnest coffin so that Yingying and I could lift it."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying suddenly looked up at Uncle Meng, her eyes still filled with tears.

“Don’t look at me. Your father told me to keep this from you. He said he’s dead and there will be a lot of trouble for you if you stay behind. You’ve been pampered since you were little and have never done any physical labor. You’re a girl, and he’s afraid you won’t be able to lift anything.”

"So they chose the lightest and thinnest coffin."

At this point, Uncle Meng choked up a bit, saying, "He said that since he couldn't protect you while he was alive, he would protect you as many times as he could after he died."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying burst into tears.

She had no idea what her father was feeling when he chose this thin coffin.

Until his death, he was thinking about his daughter, Meng Yingying.

I want her to be gentle, I want her not to be too tired, I'm afraid she won't be able to lift it.

He considered everything except himself.

Buried in a thin coffin, it means that it will soon be corroded by the soil.

Does Meng Baichuan know?

He knew, but he didn't care.

He didn't care about what would happen after his death; he didn't care whether his body would be corroded after he died.

All he cared about was that his Yingying shouldn't be burdened or tired.

"Don't cry."

Uncle Meng comforted Meng Yingying, "Looking at it this way, your father made the right choice back then. He chose a simple coffin and asked us, his closest relatives, to carry it."

"That's the right way."

"Yingying".

For the first time, Uncle Meng spoke kindly to Meng Yingying, saying, "Go get a towel to put on your shoulders."

Meng Yingying did as instructed.

When Uncle Meng saw her coming, he shouted loudly at the sky outside the door, "Raise the coffin!"

"Send Meng Baichuan up the mountain!!!"

As soon as she said this, Meng Yingying squatted down and, together with Uncle Meng, lifted the coffin one in front and one behind.

Uncle Meng was in front.

She was behind.

Uncle Meng borne most of the weight, and even a small portion of it was extremely heavy for Meng Yingying.

Zhao Yueru could almost see Meng Yingying's face turn crimson at a visible speed, with beads of sweat rolling down her temples.

"Yingying, let me help you."

Zhao Yue instinctively reached out to help Meng Yingying lift the coffin, but Meng Yingying refused, shaking her head as the weight of the coffin made her speechless.

However, the attitude of rejection was very clear.

This thin coffin needs to be carried by close relatives.

No matter how difficult the road is, Meng Yingying will continue on it.

Since Meng Baichuan took ninety-nine steps, the last step would be taken by Meng Yingying.

It's difficult.

She will persevere.

Perhaps it was Meng Baichuan watching over Meng Yingying from heaven that gave her boundless courage.

The next moment, she stood up straight, carrying the carrying pole on her shoulder. She smiled, tears welling in her eyes, and shouted towards the door.

"Dad, your unfilial daughter, Meng Yingying, will escort you up the mountain!"

Upon hearing this, many people around couldn't help but shed tears.

"Bai Chuan's love for this child wasn't in vain."

"Just because she was able to do things that many of her sons couldn't, Meng Yingying deserves to be included in the Meng family genealogy."

Clearly, Meng Yingying, a woman who had married out of the village, was not even qualified to be included in the family genealogy in this clan-oriented village.

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Meng covered his bleeding ear and couldn't help but sneer, "Included in the family register? What right does a married-out woman have to be included in the family register?"

“If she really marries Dunzi, she will be included in the family genealogy as a daughter-in-law. But if she doesn’t marry, she will only ever be a married-out daughter of the Meng family.”

"Women who marry out of the family are not eligible to be included in the family genealogy."

"Moreover, she has only taken two steps. Whether she can carry the coffin up the mountain is still uncertain, everyone."

Uncle Meng covered his ears with a tattered towel and sneered at the crowd, "Don't be too happy yet."

"Let me make this clear from the start: once the coffin is lowered into the ground, anyone who dares to help carry it will be making an enemy of the Meng clan."

They were determined to take the two-story building behind Meng Yingying.

They were determined to get their hands on the secret stash of money that Meng Baichuan had left for Meng Yingying.

They're determined to get Meng Yingying, the person involved!

As soon as Meng Baichuan finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Everyone could only follow the rhythm of Meng Yingying and Uncle Meng carrying the coffin as they left the Meng family's gate.

Heading towards the fork in the road.

Meng Yingying had actually heard what Uncle Meng said, but she didn't have time to pay attention to it anymore; every step she took was extremely difficult.

This body is fat and weak, spoiled since childhood, never even carried water, let alone done heavy work.

And this is when they carry the coffin.

Even the thinnest coffin weighed over two hundred pounds. She and Uncle Meng each carried half of it, and the wooden carrying pole burned their shoulders.

Every step felt like being tied to a mountain of stones.

As Meng Yingying walked, she felt as if she were suffocating, but she couldn't stop; she didn't want to agree to Uncle Meng's conditions.

She also didn't want to marry Meng Dunzi.

They didn't want outsiders to carry their coffins.

Just as Meng Yingying's throat was hoarse from shouting, suddenly, the previously clear sky turned into a downpour of large raindrops.

It's raining.

I don't know who shouted it.

"Meng Baichuan is really lucky. It actually rained when he went up the mountain."

"Even God is congratulating us."

"Isn't it said that if it rains when you go up the mountain, it means your descendants will be well?"

"Baichuan only has one daughter, Meng Yingying. Does that mean Meng Yingying has a bright future?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, not daring to continue, for fear of offending Uncle Meng.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Meng's face immediately darkened, as people in the countryside were very superstitious about feng shui.

The two sides have already fallen out to this point, and he certainly doesn't want Meng Yingying to have a bright future.

After all, Meng Yingying has a bright future, and that is their biggest threat.

Thinking about this...

Ignoring the wound on his ear, Uncle Meng rushed to Meng Yingying in the pouring rain, watching coldly from the sidelines.

Meng Yingying carried the end of the coffin, the heavy pipes bending her shoulders, and her fair face was soaked by the rain and mud, turning her into a mess.

Despite the difficulty of carrying the coffin, she continued forward step by step. However, her trembling calves, sinking into the mud, clearly showed that she was at her limit.

Uncle Meng waited until Meng Yingying slipped and fell in the mud before he spoke, “Yingying, I’m giving you one last chance. If you agree to marry Dunzi, all of us will help carry your coffin.”

Meng Yingying braced herself against the carrying pole, wiping the mud off her face with the back of her hand. She pursed her lips, looked up, and rainwater soaked her dark hair. She stubbornly said, "I don't need it."

She forced herself to stand up and walk a few steps, but anyone could see that she was at her last gasp.

Uncle Meng caught up with her, "Meng Yingying, I'm giving you one last chance, beg me."

"I'll help you carry the coffin."

He was like a hawk being trained, slowly wearing down Meng Yingying until she was tamed.

They broke her spine inch by inch; only then would Meng Yingying submit to them.

Gradually, he humbly relinquished what she had inherited to the clan.

It can be a slap in the face, or a sweet treat.

Even at this point, Uncle Meng still didn't want to fall out with Meng Yingying. After all, a young man who was grateful to the clan would bring too much benefit to the clan.

Of course, they also have a sense of shame and don't want to do something like stealing someone's inheritance or taking advantage of someone who has no descendants.

Meng Yingying forced a smile. "I! Don't! Need!"

Seeing that Meng Yingying was still refusing even after all this, Uncle Meng became quite exasperated. "Meng Yingying, you're just being stubborn. Let's see how long you can hold out."

"In the end, when you can't hold on any longer and want your coffin to be carried up the mountain so your father can be laid to rest, won't you still have to come and beg me?"

Uncle Meng, wearing a raincoat, stood in the rain and shouted again to the people behind him, "Whoever dares to help Meng Yingying carry her coffin will be an enemy of my Meng family clan!"

These repeated words were a blatant threat. Each time they reached everyone's ears, they constantly discouraged any desire to help.

Sure enough, those who wanted to step forward pulled their feet back again.

They watched Meng Yingying in the rain with concern. One step, two steps, three steps—everyone knew that Meng Yingying couldn't hold on any longer.

As a woman, she and Uncle Meng carried the coffin together for several hundred meters, which was quite an achievement.

Meng Yingying couldn't hold on any longer. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, her chest felt like it was on fire, and her legs felt like lead, so she couldn't lift them. She just wanted to fall asleep.

But that won't work.

She still has her father's coffin on her body; she can't fall.

She fell, and her father was about to fall as well.

So many people are waiting to see their family make a fool of themselves, waiting for her to give in; she can't fall.

With this belief, Meng Yingying took a few more steps forward.

"She's going to collapse."

Not far away, Qi Donghan was driving. He rolled down the window, revealing an overly handsome face with sword-like eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a straight, outspoken manner.

He truly deserves the description of having superior bone structure and handsome features.

He looked outside and saw a young woman dressed in mourning clothes, soaked to the bone, carrying a coffin twice the size of herself in the intermittent rain.

"What, it's going to collapse?"

Zhou Jingsong, who was inside the car, was puzzled. He was blind, so he asked a question.

"I saw a woman carrying a coffin, but she was bullied by her own relatives."

Qi Donghan seemed to recall something—a bad memory from his childhood.

Just like now, the same scene, only with different people.

Back then, no one was willing to help his mother, but this time, he is willing to help her.

Thinking of this, Qi Donghan did not hesitate at all, opened the car door, and walked out into the heavy rain, extremely decisive.

Zhou Jingsong tried to stop him, but after shouting several times, he couldn't stop him and could only helplessly pound on the car window.

"Blind, utterly useless!"

Front.

Meng Yingying could no longer hold on; her vision blurred and her whole body trembled.

The raindrops were scattered by the wind, just like her, drifting aimlessly.

Uncle Meng had been waiting for this opportunity. He caught up with her and stood in front of her. Looking at her disheveled appearance, he sneered and then raised his eyebrows. "Meng Yingying, you have no choice."

Before Meng Yingying could even speak, Uncle Meng San in front of her couldn't help but curse, "Big brother, how can you be so shameless? Using your own brother carrying the coffin to threaten Yingying?"

No matter how thoughtful he and Meng Yingying were, they never imagined that there would be such vicious and despicable relatives in this world.

This directly threatened everyone, prohibiting anyone from carrying the coffin.

Uncle Meng was scolded, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he coldly watched Meng Laosan's predicament and said indifferently, "You fool, I'm not talking to you."

Meng Baichuan had the worst relationship with his third uncle during his lifetime; they were sworn enemies who would argue whenever they met.

But after Meng Baichuan died, Meng Laosan, that fool, carried his coffin.

Uncle Meng sneered, "Third brother, no matter how powerful you are, you can't do anything now." The coffin was on him, unless he threw it away and started causing trouble for him.

However, Uncle Meng had calculated that Meng Laosan would be unable to free his hands, which is why he dared to step forward and pull such a stunt.

That's what forced Meng Yingying into this situation.

One must not be ruthless and vicious.

Uncle Meng, unable to move his body while carrying the coffin, spat out, "Beast!"

A chilling silence fell over the surrounding area; no one dared to speak up for them, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Uncle Meng wasn't angry at being scolded; instead, he glanced at her with a smug look. He was waiting for the moment Meng Yingying fell so he could make his move.

At that time, it will be a way of repaying kindness, whether it's Meng Yingying, the house behind her, or her own marriage.

Uncle Meng was determined to win.

Meng Yingying watched from beginning to end without saying a word, because she was about to give up. Large raindrops were hitting her, and she was shivering.

What's even more distressing is that he's carrying a heavy coffin on his body.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes reddened, and remained silent.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk, but that she didn't have the strength. At this point, her vision was blurred, and the bones in her shoulders felt like they were about to crack.

She couldn't bring herself to speak.

She lost heart as soon as she opened her mouth, and the coffin was about to hit the ground.

Uncle Meng saw this and walked up to Meng Yingying, pressing her step by step, "Yingying, I know you and Lao San found people to help carry the coffin in advance, but is it useful?"

"Admit it, no one dares to help you unless I speak up!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone lowered their heads. They couldn't bear to look at Meng Yingying, who was being bullied, any longer.

He lost his father and his mother.

Even carrying the coffin up the mountain was met with all sorts of difficulties.

Meng Dunzi couldn't bear it any longer. He imagined how good Meng Baichuan had been to him and immediately wanted to step forward to help, but Meng Yuzhu held him back tightly. "Are you crazy? You want to go against your father? Do you want to be kicked out of the Meng family?"

Meng Yuzhu is the biological son of Uncle Meng.

Meng Dunzi was Meng Dabo's adopted son. Meng Yuzhu held a high position in the Meng family, while Meng Dunzi was the hardworking ox in the fields.

Meng Dunzi, who was being held by Meng Yuzhu, stared intently at Meng Yingying, and finally let his shoulders slump down in exhaustion.

Even now, he is still powerless to resist his adoptive father, just like when he was young.

Meng Yuzhu murmured, "Dunzi, you and I are the beneficiaries, we have no right to stand up."

If his father succeeds, then everything his second uncle left behind will belong to him and Mengdunzi.

Uncle Meng seemed to want to see this scene. The surroundings were quiet. Meng Dunzi, who was resisting, was persuaded to stop, and the others did not even dare to raise their heads.

Uncle Meng continued to press on, clapping his hands and saying, "Look at Meng Yingying, you have no choice."

"No one will help you carry your coffin!"

Qi Donghan, who was in the car, couldn't bear to watch any longer.

He pushed open the car door, and in a gust of wind and rain, he walked to the coffin in a few steps, precisely supporting Meng Yingying's body as she was about to fall.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her like a pair of iron clamps, making sure she had support.

He turned his head and fixed his gaze on Uncle Meng, his eyes like the sharp edge of an icy blade, each word ringing out, "A group of people bullying one person?"

"No one dares to help her carry her coffin?"

"Then—I dare to carry the coffin!"

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Author's Note: There's more to come.