Zhenye and the other three arrived around 7 a.m. They knelt directly in front of the old lady's bed.

"Ancestor, we're back." The four young men all sobbed.

The old lady reached out her hand, and the four of them crawled forward on their knees a few steps, kneeling directly beside the bed. They all reached out and grasped the old lady's hand.

"I have no regrets about being able to meet you all." The old lady had the deepest affection for the four of them, who had been with her since birth.

"Grandma, we are heartbroken." Zhang Weiyu's tears never stopped. He was the most beloved child among the four elders. Whether it was the old lady, Zhou Shixiong, or Gu Chuanming, in the hearts of the three elders, no one surpassed Zhang Weiyu's position.

"Third son, I am happy to see my beloved third son before I leave."

Zhang Hongmei wiped away her tears; what she feared most was this kind of separation by death.

"Hongmei, Jingze, you two hurry up and get the four of them up. My precious children, who are always so radiant, look so haggard. You four, be good and go take a bath. Your ancestor wants to see you looking refreshed and energetic."

Lu Jing and the others had already made arrangements, and led the four of them to wash up.

By the time the four of them arrived, the old lady was already asleep.

"You four go and rest."

"Mom, Uncle, you go and rest. We'll take care of things here."

Zhang Hongmei shook her head. "You don't need to. I can handle things here. Be good. Come tomorrow during the day."

The four children went out and rested in Liu Jingze's room.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Hongmei heard the sound of a car. "Brother Jingze, this should be Brother Erlengzi. Sanya and the others wouldn't be this fast."

"Okay, I'll go out and take a look."

Although the two people were speaking very clearly, the old lady still opened her eyes.

"Hongmei, is Er Lengzi back?"

"Grandma, it should be. Brother Jingze, go out and take a look."

Before Liu Jingze could leave, Er Lengzi rushed in.

A true man of steel, his cries are so powerful they bring tears to your eyes.

"Grandma, I'm back, I made it in time." After saying that, he took the old lady's hand, and tears fell onto the old lady's hand.

The old lady looked at Er Lengzi and said, "I've been waiting for you. Alright, stop crying. At my age, what is there to be sad about? This is a joyous funeral."

The old lady spoke lightly, but Su Chen and Er Lengzi knelt together and cried loudly.

Suddenly, the old lady began to breathe rapidly, which startled Zhang Hongmei, who immediately rushed over.

Su Chen grabbed the old woman's wrist and shook his head at Zhang Hongmei.

Lu Jing, who was standing nearby, hurriedly ran out to call for help.

She helped Liu Changhe and his wife inside.

After the two elderly people came in, Er Lengzi and his wife made way for them, and the old couple knelt down shakily.

Everyone in the room knelt down. The room couldn't possibly hold so many people, so the living room was packed.

Liu Maocai has been here the whole time; he immediately notified the villagers.

After a long while, the old lady finally let out a sigh of relief. "Hongmei, help me up."

The old lady leaned against Zhang Hongmei's chest, looking at her son and daughter-in-law kneeling on the ground, "Changhe, I'm dying. I've wronged you my whole life."

Liu Changhe cried bitterly, "Mother, what are you saying? You are my mother, and I am your son."

"Mother, it's alright. Xiu'e and I will accompany you on your journey. All these years, if it weren't for being with you, I would have given up long ago."

The old lady's tears streamed down her face.

"Aifen, open my box."

Hu Aifen opened it and handed it to the old lady.

"Patriotism, huh? I wrote this a long time ago. You can just read it aloud."

Liu Aiguo stood up and took the paper from the old lady.

He skimmed through the text and then deduced the old lady's plan for distributing the property.

All the property was divided into three parts: one part went to Liu Jingze, one part went to Liu Jingxiang, and the remaining part went to Hongmei's seven children.

Zhang Hongmei shook her head; she didn't want any of these things.

"Grandma!"

"This is a keepsake I'm leaving for my children. Lay me down now."

After the old lady lay down, she took Zhang Hongmei's hand and Liu Jingze's hand and put their hands together.

"My only regret is not letting you two be together." After the old woman finished speaking, she didn't let go of their hands. Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she stopped breathing. Her hands slowly fell to their sides.

Zhang Hongmei burst into tears.

Everyone in the room burst into tears.

Suddenly, Liu Aimin crawled over and called out, "Dad."

Liu Changhe collapsed, and when Bai Xue came over, she found that the old man had already passed away.

Liu Changhe wiped away his tears. Touching his hand, she said, "You went with Mom. Wait for me a little while. I need to watch them dress you in your burial clothes."

Liu Jingxiang came over and picked up Liu Changhe, while Ma Li comforted her grandmother. Then the villagers came to help the old lady and Liu Changhe change their clothes; if it got any later, their bodies would stiffen and it would be difficult to put them on.

When Liu Changhe's family saw him dressed in his burial clothes, they smiled and found their own burial clothes, slowly putting them on one by one. Then, with their help, they kowtowed before the old lady. After returning, they lay down next to Liu Changhe, closed their eyes with a smile.

Zhang Hongmei covered her mouth and cried. Er Ya cried so hard she couldn't even kneel down anymore; Liu Changhe and his wife had been so good to Er Ya.

Bai Xue went over, touched the old man's hand, and shook her head again.

The family was overwhelmed with grief; three elderly people had passed away at once. Everyone from Old Liu's family came over, and Aunt Dashan and the others were responsible for making mourning clothes for them. By daybreak, Wang Hongxi's family had already prepared food in the canteen, and everyone went there to eat.

At 6:30, Zhang Shouyi, Gu Chuanming, and Zhang Xingguo arrived, along with Zhu Zi and his wife.

Upon hearing that three elderly people had passed away, Gu Chuanming shed tears. He knelt down before the old lady's coffin and kowtowed four times.

Zhang Xingguo was the same way. Zhang Hongmei was afraid that the two elderly people couldn't take it, so she quickly asked Bai Xue and the other two to help the elderly people home. They shouldn't stay here any longer.

In my hometown, there's a custom that such a joyous funeral should be observed for three days.

Zhang Shouyi also put on mourning clothes and knelt down beside Zhang Hongmei, followed by his seven sons.

The entire village came from house to house to kowtow and burn paper money.

The old lady passed away, and a lot of people came to pay their respects. The whole day was spent in mourning, and around noon, Zhang Shouyi helped Zhang Hongmei sit down for a while.

"Brother Zhang, you should go back now."

"It's alright, I've arranged everything." How could Zhang Shouyi feel at ease going back? Looking at his wife like this, he absolutely refused to leave; he had to take her back with him. Otherwise, he really wouldn't feel at ease.