Qin Changling took a group of people to buy ducks and tofu. Qin Yuhuan and Ziyi were only responsible for listening to the prices and scanning the codes to pay. After going to the vegetable market, they went to the supermarket to buy disposable plastic cups, melon seeds and peanuts, and bought two packs of cigarettes worth more than 100 yuan.

Qin Yuhuan was still asking "Do you want to buy something better?", but her uncle stopped her, shook his head, and told her in a not-so-standard plastic that it was not necessary.

After everything was completely settled, the group drove to Qin Yuhuan's uncle's house.

"This place is a bit patriarchal and very traditional. My uncle is the head of the Qin family, and my aunts are just outsiders who come to help."

After getting in the car, Qin Yuhuan began to give Ziyi urgent lessons. She knew that given Ziyi's upbringing, she would feel unfamiliar and uncomfortable when exposed to such concepts at close range.

"So we're going to my second uncle's house later. If we're staying there tonight... I want to check out the situation first. I might be putting you in a difficult position. Since my parents took me away when I was four, I've only been back once, for my mother's funeral. I'm not very familiar with the place."

More than being unfamiliar, Changping County was a sad and strange place for Qin Yuhuan.

"It's okay," Ziyi comforted Qin Yuhuan, "I'm not very familiar with the local customs here. Let's take a look first and act accordingly. I'll take care of everything, don't be afraid."

Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan imagined that when everyone gathered together, they should immediately discuss the funeral arrangements and finalize all the rules as soon as possible. But in fact, the moment they sat down, Qin Changlei was very direct, "We want to cremate your father."

Ziyi didn't think anything of cremation, but Qin Yuhuan stood up, as if it was hard to accept. "Why? My mom was buried, so why can't my dad be buried?"

Qin Changlei spoke with great energy and a particularly loud voice. After Qin Yuhuan stood up, he also stood up, "Your father can't be buried!"

For a while, the situation was quite tense.

Ziyi took Qin Yuhuan's hand and motioned her to sit down first. Then she looked at Qin Changlei and said, "Uncle, can we ask why her father can't be buried? We are thinking that since her mother has already been buried, should the couple share a coffin or something?"

"No, her mother died in the village. It's okay," Qin Changlei said. His Mandarin was better. He lit a cigarette and scratched his head irritably. "My brother died outside. According to the rules, he couldn't even enter the village. Now the village committee has put in some good words, so we can set off two strings of firecrackers for her father at the entrance of the village, right in front of her house, and hold a small funeral."

"For burials here, we first need to hire someone to carry the coffin up the mountain. In her father's case, we didn't even have a coffin ready in advance, and the ones we bought now aren't of good quality and will leak body fluid!"

Qin Changlei uttered the word "corpse water" with an almost inarticulate speed. He felt bad that his only brother had met such a fate. "No one would be willing to carry a coffin like this."

"That's not the only issue," Qin Changlei's son, Qin Jiadong, continued. "My uncle's body has smelled since it was found, and now it's freezing in the funeral home. We can't even keep him here, so our plan is to cremate him at the crematorium and then bury him directly in the mountains."

"No!" Qin Yuhuan said firmly, "If you want to hold the coffin, and you're worried about the cost, I'll pay for everything. If there's no one to carry the coffin, I can pay extra to hire someone else."

"Why bother?" Qin Jiadong frowned. "The person has already left. It's unnecessary to spend this money."

Qin Changlei had a bad temper and slammed the table. "You're paying for it. Do you know how much a grand wedding costs? You're the only one paying for it? Your mother's wedding was very frugal. How much did that cost?"

"Sixty thousand." Qin Yuhuan remembered it clearly. "My mom's funeral cost sixty thousand. The coffin was also bought on the spur of the moment for six thousand. I just thought my parents would spend the same. My mom's funeral cost sixty thousand, so my dad would have to spend sixty thousand too."

She seemed to have made up her mind not to back down on the two issues of burial and funeral costing at least 60,000 yuan.

Aunt Qin Changling patted Qin Yuhuan's hand and said, "Huanhuan, your father can't spend so much."

Wu Wenbin sighed, "My uncle applied for the minimum living allowance. In order to get it, everyone in the village said that his family was poor. Now if we hold a big funeral, the villagers will gossip."

"With this money, why not renovate the old house at home? 60,000. If you had given money when your father was still alive, the government would have subsidized it. 20,000 yuan could have built a brand new house like mine!"

If Qin Yuhuan's old house was still usable, they wouldn't have to borrow the second uncle's house to entertain guests. It's somewhat unlucky for the locals.

But Qin Changlei is the only male among the elders of the Qin family. When Qin Yuhuan encounters such a situation, he must stand up.

Qin Changlei had some resentment towards Qin Yuhuan. For so many years, Qin Yuhuan didn't even come back for the Chinese New Year. She only came back after she died. But the person was already dead, so what was the point of spending more money?

"Why didn't I give him any money?" Qin Yuhuan was incredulous. "At that time, my father said we could build a house. I supported him so much that I gave him all the money I had. He told me it would cost 70,000 yuan, so I gave him 80,000 yuan."

That was the money Qin Yuhuan had saved for a long time. Just because Qin Changping said that the old house in the countryside could be rebuilt, she only left one hundred yuan for herself and transferred the rest to him.

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent.

After a long while, Qin Jiadong spoke, "We all wanted my uncle to repair the house. I even said that if he needed money, I would give him 5,000 yuan and he wouldn't have to pay it back. But my uncle said... you don't have the money to give him."

"I don't have any money to give him?" Qin Yuhuan almost laughed out loud, tears streaming down her face. "My mom's been dead for three years. In those three years, I've given him at least 350,000 yuan."

She only made a few hundred thousand or even hundreds of thousands of yuan a year, and apart from the necessary expenses in Jincheng, almost all of her money was given to Qin Changping.

"This is just the money I gave him, plus the 80,000 yuan he asked my aunt and her family for my family's support for Nianzhi. He has at least 400,000 yuan. What do you mean... I don't have money to give him? I wanted to buy him a house in the county, but he didn't want it. He just wanted the public housing that my aunt found for him. The purchase quota was 50,000 yuan. There's also the rent he and Qin Yushu paid for the house before we bought it, their living expenses, my dad's social connections, phone bills, medical treatment, and physical examinations. All of this money was given separately."

Qin Yuhuan could pull out the transaction flow for every transfer. She opened the dialog box with Qin Changping to show everyone. There were transfers every week. Roughly speaking, Qin Yuhuan could transfer nearly 2,000 yuan to Qin Changping every month on WeChat alone.

Every time I tell him to eat something good and not to save.

These relatives who only knew Qin Yuhuan from Qin Changping were speechless for a moment. They didn't know whether Qin Yuhuan was good to Qin Changping, but every transfer was real.

No one present could do this to their parents when it comes to money.