The funeral procession followed this route and rushed towards the front yard.
Master Chen San happily gave each member of the funeral team a silver coin and encouraged them loudly, "Just do it! As long as Ai Niang's coffin leaves the Chen family's gate, I will reward each person with ten gold melon seeds!"
The suona music at the funeral procession became louder.
He Xianjin held the tablet of He Ainiang, dressed in mourning, and followed closely behind Master Chen San.
It was about to run into another funeral in the front yard.
A middle-aged man with a sheep-horn beard rushed up with red eyes, "No, no, no! Third uncle! We should not meet at funerals, and it will bring bad luck if we meet! Take He Xiaoniang out through the side door!"
Chen Fu brushed it away and asked, "Where will my eldest brother go for the funeral tomorrow?"
The middle-aged man was about to cry, "The master will go through the main gate!" He slapped his thigh, "There is no precedent for a concubine's funeral to be held through the main gate!"
"This time Ai Niang went out through the main gate, there will be a precedent for next time!"
Chen Fu was determined and glanced at the mourning hall not far away.
There are so many people inside, like ants, busying about, I look down on you!
Chen Fu held his head high, pushed the coffin bearers aside, took the coffin on his shoulders, and blew the horn to command everyone to move forward.
"Make him crazy!"
A female voice with plenty of energy.
It’s the head of the Chen family, Madam Qu.
Old Madam Qu had her hair in a smooth round bun and wore a black linen dress. She had a round face and was not tall, but her demeanor was extremely upright.
When Madam Qu walked, her right foot dragged on the ground. She was obviously walking with difficulty, but she was still as vigorous as ever with her cane.
When Chen Fu saw his mother, he reflexively shrank his neck.
Who knew that this time, his mother would lure the tiger away from the mountain and not hit him on the back of the head.
With a "bang", the crutch hit Chen Fu's knee.
Chen Fu's knees went weak and he saw the coffin was about to collapse!
He Xianjin rushed forward holding the tablet, and a corner of He Ainiang's coffin hit He Xianjin's back hard!
“Hmm!”
A sharp pain spread rapidly up the spine.
He Xianjin bit his lips tightly.
This damn love brain.
Harming others and yourself!
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