25 Funeral
◎Don't be too sad.◎
According to the custom of the Yan Dynasty, the body should be kept for three days after death.
Tian Niu had made the coffin long ago and had kept it in the yard, covered with firewood he had chopped in his spare time.
Tian Nongle didn't know, Zhuang Xueling didn't care, and Tian Nongxi was even less clear.
So when Huang got out of bed and tremblingly threw the firewood on the ground, everyone thought she was crazy.
Tian Nongxi poured the chicken feed made from a mixture of straw and cornmeal into the chicken bowl, and amid the clucking of the chickens, she pulled Huang's sleeve, and the crackling wood rolled right to her feet.
Tian Nongxi felt pain and hissed from being hit.
The sound was not loud, but it attracted Huang's attention.
Her cloudy eyes seemed half open as she stared at Tian Nongxi for a long time. Amid her granddaughter's questioning, she swept down the last few bundles of firewood from the top of the coffin.
The firewood rolled and hit her feet again.
Tian Nongxi: “…”
She looked at Grandma Tian, then looked at the coffin that revealed her true form, and her face turned blue and red.
After forcibly turning off the background music that suddenly rang in her mind, "I thought suicide for love was just an ancient rumor", Tian Nongxi spoke with a trembling voice: "Grandma..." She had not yet organized her words, and was pushed to speak by the shock, but she didn't know how to continue.
Huang suddenly spoke up, "Your grandfather said he wanted this coffin when he died. You can make it yourself, don't worry."
“Ah…oh…”
Tian Nongxi was speechless and subconsciously put his hands on the coffin. The two people clearly embody the four words "old, weak, sick and disabled", but inexplicably they all wanted to move the coffin down.
Zhuang Xueling watched coldly for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. She nodded reservedly to the servant who was resting on the side. In an instant, everyone swarmed over.
After a lot of effort, the coffin was carried into the yard. No one left and they fished Tian Niu out of the old coffin.
Tian Niu's body had already become stiff, making it very difficult to move.
The coffin he made himself was naturally not as good as the one prepared by the dealer, but it was just the right size, as if he had personally lay in it.
After finishing all this, the servants wiped their sweat, moved the old coffin, and no one stayed there.
Except Huang.
She stood quietly beside the coffin, silently gazing at her husband trapped in the small wooden box.
The body becomes stiff soon after death, so Tian Niu was already dressed in funeral clothes when he was sent back to the Tian family.
Tian Nongxi didn't have any opinion on this. After all, even if he was sent back to the Tian family to change his burial clothes, this "good job" probably wouldn't be her turn.
But when Huang saw that the black clothes were not sewn by herself, she remembered the funeral clothes that had been made long ago and had been buried at the bottom of the box for several years.
They had been married for decades, but in the end, they only wore the same clothes on their wedding day.
The bitterness in her heart bubbled up like living water gushing out of a spring, and she could no longer suppress it.
A few tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, but were blocked by the layers of wrinkles caused by the loose skin. Not even a sound was made, and she was drowned out by the noisy crowd.
Huang sobbed silently.
In the yard, the remaining two women looked at her at the same time.
Tian Nongxi didn't understand. Tian Niu was not a good man, and was even the worst to his wife - the wife he married at the behest of his parents and the matchmaker was neither his perfect match nor his most beautiful daughter, so beating and scolding her was the least of his problems.
In Tian Erniang's memory, grandpa never gave grandma a good look at any time.
A husband like this is dead, so why would you be sad?
Not setting off firecrackers should be a sign of kindness.
Zhuang Xueling didn't understand either. She leaned over and handed a handkerchief to this "mother" who had never said a word.
Huang took the handkerchief, pulled the corners of her mouth to reveal a smile, and advised in a hoarse voice: "You must be tired. Go, lie down in Nong Le's room and rest for a while."
She saw Tian Nongxi standing not far away, and she looked at her granddaughter with a more friendly expression. She said softly, "You must be tired too. Go get some sleep."
Tian Nongxi had no reason to refuse, so he nodded, walked towards his own little house among the crowd, and closed the door with a "click".
The human voice was isolated and the world was briefly quiet.
Tian Nongxi leaned against the door and let out a long breath.
She has to keep watch these days and has no sleep, so she plans to have a good sleep now.
As soon as I lay down on the bed, there was a slow knock on the door.
Tian Nongxi opened his eyes, sneered twice like a madman, and walked towards the door resignedly.
Only after opening the door did she realize who she had forgotten.
The dissatisfaction on his face instantly turned into a sincere smile, and he pulled Lin Luan's sleeve and led him into the house.
"Sorry, sorry, I was too busy to think of you." Tian Nongxi smiled flatteringly, afraid that the white-handed worker who worked too much and ate too little would run away. "I might bother you these days, how about I give you some copper coins and you can stay at the inn."
It was Lin Luan's first time entering a girl's bedroom. Even though he didn't look away, his earlobes still turned red. He coughed lightly and said, "No need."
Tian Nongxi stopped taking out the money and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Goodbye."
Tian Nongxi was so frightened that he could barely speak. He stammered, "What, what happened?"
"There are so many people here these days that I can't help you. It's not good to take up a room." Lin Luan gave the reason he had prepared long ago.
Tian Nongle is a gangster with many personal connections. By then, there will be many people talking and it will not only be difficult to control him, but there will also be the risk of being exposed. It is unknown whether the person behind Tian Nongle is still committed to Ruiyang.
"Don't be too sad." Lin Luan withdrew his thoughts, looked at Tian Nongxi's face which did not show any sadness, and suddenly smiled and teased.
Tian Nongxi's expression changed, and then he remembered to put on a tearful look.
She covered her face and sobbed as she packed up the mothballs, and told Lin Luan to make sure they were delivered to Bu Qin, and then forced a hundred coins on him.
If you can't make 20 million gold, then the money you earn now is meaningless.
Tian Nongxi squandered money with a dead heart.
After sending Lin Luan out, she pinched the corner of her sleeve to wipe away her non-existent tears and prepared to float back to her own little house.
"Come back." Tian Nongle called her with a cold face.
Tian Nongxi responded with an even colder face.
Yes, finished. No, finished.
Tian Nong Le was so angry when he saw his niece like this that he fumed and glared. He changed into plain clothes early and went out with a few people to report the death. But when he came back, he found that the coffin he prepared with his own money was not used. It was simply outrageous!
"Where did the coffin come from?" Tian Nongle asked with his hands behind his back.
Tian Nongxi was too lazy to answer and turned to leave, but Tian Nongle grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
Huang, who had been watching them the whole time, came over and said calmly, "Your father prepared this. He appeared in my dream and told me he liked it."
Tian Nong Le had never been treated like this by his mother since he was born. At this moment, he turned off the engine and responded with a few "hmm" and "oh".
He didn't want to lose face in front of the younger generation, so he said, "Where do you want to go? There are so many people who don't know how to light a fire and cook? When did you become so lazy?"
Tian Nongxi looked at him as if he were an idiot. After a long pause, he replied as if giving alms, "Second Uncle, can't you order the Zhuang family around?"
“…”
Naturally, she didn't think the servants of the Zhuang family had anything to do with her, but she was annoyed by Tian Nong Le's hypocritical look and couldn't help but retort.
Tian Nongle was furious and wanted to teach his niece a lesson when he heard a loud noise at the door.
Everyone in the courtyard looked over.
Tian Yaozu staggered into the room, wailing loudly.
Huang walked forward with a brisk pace, pulled the man aside, and asked sharply, "Why are you back?"
Tian Yaozu was pulled all over the place and whispered, "Auntie, auntie sent someone to pick me up."
"That's your mother!"
"Mom, Mom asked me to go back." Tian Yaozu covered his face with his sleeves and carefully observed his grandmother who had been submissive all the time.
"Okay, okay." Tian Nong Le didn't know how Huang had dragged her granddaughter to ask her to bring her grandson back when she was still unconscious. Now that everyone was watching, he ran over and tried to smooth things over impatiently.
Zhuang Xueling sat on the side sipping tea. She was the only one in the courtyard who didn't even glance at this family.
People came one after another to pay their respects. Tian Nongle directed the servants to wipe the tables while standing at the door to welcome the guests. When they came in, they still had sad faces, but they all smiled happily after a few words.
The Tian family is also divided into high and low levels. For a head of the family like Tian Nongle, a smile shows that he knows how to entertain guests.
People like Tian Nongxi not only cannot smile, but also have to keep a gloomy face to show that the relationship between grandfather and grandson is deep.
Huang's situation was even more different. She had to cry until she was hoarse and heartbroken to be applauded, and the more people there were, the louder she would cry.
The women came over to persuade her to be more open-minded, while the men chatted animatedly amidst the crying sounds.
Huang was lying on the coffin, crying heart-wrenchingly, unable to hear any advice or laughter.
Tian Nongxi looked at Tian Yaozu who was sniffing constantly, and then looked at Tian Niu who was lying in the middle of the yard. Thinking of his stall business that was forced to be suspended, he sighed deeply.
The fat aunt saw this and felt more fondness and pity for this thoughtful but unloved girl.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for dinner, and a variety of dishes were served on the table borrowed by the Tian family.
For country people, there are unwritten rules for funerals and weddings.
Tian Nong Le felt that he should be treated differently, so he ordered people to prepare a full thirteen dishes for each table to show his filial piety. Everyone at the table exchanged glances, feeling that he had forgotten his roots and felt a little unhappy.
Halfway through the banquet, everyone was full and drowsy after listening to Tian Nong Le's passionate speech.
Just at this moment, an uninvited guest stepped into the yard.
Village Chief Li, who came to pay his respects, carrying incense, candles, and paper offerings, said with a smile, "Have you eaten everything?"
【Author’s words】
If a collection on the list doesn't increase, I will really pretend to play with letters and beat the world to death [heartbroken] World, please be nice to me
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