That's so fake.
If there's no genuine sadness, it's better to just stay together sincerely; at least that way, you won't bother anyone.
Fan Jin and Shui Qing discussed in a low voice: "Shui Qing, we've found people to help carry my mother's coffin tomorrow. It's freezing cold and everyone has put in a lot of effort. The Sun and Zhao families aren't able to thank us right now. I was thinking we should prepare a few tables of tofu rice to thank the villagers for their help, is that alright?"
There's another reality he has to admit: what happened last night was ultimately the fault of his elder brother and nephew. If it weren't for the two of them, the Sun family, especially the Zhao family, wouldn't have lost so many members all at once.
Shuiqing knew that the funeral feast in the village was also called tofu rice, which was made with tofu as the main ingredient and served with rice or noodles. It was the simplest way for poor families to thank those who came to pay their respects.
Before she could respond, Fan Dazhu and the others across from her, who had sharp ears, immediately retorted: "The villagers came to pay their respects this morning, but they didn't bring any funeral gifts. They just treated the men who helped carry the coffin to a meal, that's enough. Why did they have to prepare so many tables?"
“Our family doesn’t have much food either. If you invite too many people, Uncle and Aunt, you’ll have to pay for it,” Fan Erzhu added.
Fan Sanzhu stated his position: "Grandma is gone. What's the use of making her funeral grand and elaborate? I agree to a simple meal of tofu, but I don't approve of anything more."
Fan Jin looked at Fan Dazhu's three nephews with a chilling gaze.
Shui Qing gently tugged at his sleeve to comfort him: "It's easier to argue about funeral arrangements than weddings. It's okay, we'll pay for it ourselves. It's not like we can't afford it."
Those who help at funerals have it much harder than those who help at weddings, so it's only right that they be treated to a meal.
Anyway, his father-in-law is long gone, and now his mother-in-law is gone too. No one will use filial piety to pressure Fan Jin anymore, and the two families can truly live out their lives without ever seeing each other again.
Yan Qiuqing said coldly, "Father, we'll pay for it ourselves."
The rivers and lakes nodded heavily in agreement.
Looking at her three relatives across from her, Wanxia felt a chill in her eyes.
Fan Sizhu gave a mocking smile and said to Fan Jinshui, "Second Uncle and Second Aunt, you shouldn't have asked someone to help with the burial. Just leave Grandma here and see if Eldest Brother and the others are scared!"
The eldest brother and his family were certain that their second uncle and aunt would not abandon their grandmother, which is why they dared to ignore her and not provide any food.
Fan Sanzhu quickly tugged at Sizhu's sleeve and scolded in a low voice, "Who do you think you are! Don't you know how much grain we have? Aren't you going to eat any of it? You're always siding with outsiders."
Fan Sizhu sneered: "What's wrong with eating less?"
Fan Sanzhu remained silent, while Fan Dazhu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence as if bestowing a favor: "Then we'll contribute some grain."
"No need, I'll handle my mother's funeral." Fan Jin's eyes were indifferent; he didn't want to have anything to do with his three nephews anymore.
As for the Four Pillars of Destiny... we'll look into that later.
Shui Qing had already started making plans in her mind.
Since the donkeys aren't home, we'll have to grind the soybeans by hand to make soy milk. But with the help of Da Ni, Er Ni, and the other two, we'll definitely make it in time.
Soybeans are bought from the mall, and there's plenty to go around.
Tomorrow is the 29th. The tofu rice is also a little better prepared. The village needs manpower to work. If people are well-fed and well-nourished, the injured will recover quickly, and those who work will have the strength.
We have plenty of eggs at home, let's add some more.
Having made up her mind, she said to Fan Jin, "I'll go back and tell Da Ni and the others later."
Fan Jin gave a deep "hmm," and tightened his grip on Shui Qing's hand, unwilling to let go for a long time.
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