The coffin was kept in the coffin for three days, and the third day was the day of the funeral. The children of the Chen family all wore mourning clothes.
Chen's mother touched the coffin lid and cried her heart out, while Cuihua also held onto the other side of the coffin, refusing to let go even in death.
Yan Xiaonan and the others didn't try to persuade him. They believed that the grief had to be released, otherwise, keeping it bottled up inside would be bad for his health.
Finally, the eldest sister of the Chen family pulled Chen's mother, and the youngest sister of the Chen family pulled Cuihua, pretending to shed a few tears, and forcefully dragged the two away.
As soon as the person left, the coffin was lifted up and placed steadily into the dug grave. Erlong took the shovel and scooped up the first shovelful of soil.
Da Long was so angry he almost gritted his teeth. He was the eldest son of the Chen family, wasn't he? He was the one who should be the first to pick up a shovel and dig the dirt, wasn't he?
However, the villagers intentionally or unintentionally hindered Dalong's body from getting close to the tomb. By the time Dalong was able to get close, the coffin was already covered with a layer of soil.
It turns out that not only did Erlong shovel the first spade, and Cuihua shoveled the second spade, but even the eldest sister and the youngest sister shoveled the spade. All the married women had completed this ceremony, but Dalong, as the eldest, didn't even get to touch the spade. This was a real slap in the face.
Da Long was furious and simply turned around and left. "You guys go ahead and shovel it," he said, "I'm not putting up with this anymore. Anyway, the old man has already severed ties with me."
His departure went unnoticed by anyone. Everyone went about their business as usual until the funeral. Some cooked, some tended the fire, and they were even having tofu rice for dinner.
That evening, Yan Xiaonan and Bei Nan sat in the room with Chen's mother and Cuihua, discussing how to distribute the money. After they finished distributing it, they decided it was time to return to the capital.
Chen's mother shook her head. She didn't want money. She only had one request: that her son have a little more money than her daughter.
My eldest aunt's family has two daughters and one son, my eldest uncle's family has two sons and one daughter, my second uncle's family has one son and one daughter, and my youngest aunt's family... well, I'm sorry, I really don't know how many children my youngest aunt's family has.
"Grandma, how many children does Auntie's family have?" Yan Xiaonan asked shyly.
Chen's mother counted on her fingers for a while before saying, "It seems like I have five daughters and one son."
Well, five golden flowers, huh? No wonder she didn't recognize any of the many people at the old house tonight; they're all waiting to divide the inheritance.
"Grandma, how about this, it's not possible to divide it among everyone. Let's divide it by household. 270,000 for my eldest and second uncles, and um, my third uncle, 60,000 each, for good luck. 20,000 each for my eldest and youngest aunts. You can keep the remaining 50,000."
Chen's mother nodded, looking at the large stack of money she had taken out of the bank, and said to Cuihua, "Cuihua, I know you don't want this money, but you can take this 50,000 yuan. It's my way of showing my appreciation."
Cuihua nodded. She thought that she would take her mother with her when the time came and raise her in the capital herself.
Upon hearing that the inheritance was to be divided, the village chief sat down at the table with paper and pen. There was no other way; in the village, the village chief had to write documents for the division of family property, and these documents were more effective than notarization.
Da Long, Er Long, Da Jie, Xiao Mei, and Cui Hua all stood up, waiting for Chen's mother to announce the news. The village chief also held a pen, anxiously waiting to find out if the Chen family actually had a million.
“My husband and I went to live with Cuihua with two hundred yuan. In these few years, Cuihua, Nannan and Beinan have given me a total of three hundred thousand yuan, lent my eldest sister ten thousand yuan, and spent twenty thousand yuan on building a house, buying things and other expenses over the years. Now I still have twenty-seven hundred thousand yuan.”
Da Long, Er Long, and San Long will each receive 60,000; the eldest sister and youngest sister will each receive 20,000; and Cui Hua will receive 50,000. The newly built house will go to Cui Hua; if she doesn't want it, she can dispose of it as she pleases. The old house will go to Da Long and Er Long; San Long has already moved out, so she doesn't need a house there.
"Mom, how can you be so unfair? Why should Cuihua get 50,000?" the younger sister said.
"All the money came from Nan Nan and Bei Nan. Did your daughter and son give me a single penny?" Chen's mother said angrily.
The younger sister was speechless. Her own daughter was as stupid as a pig; how could she compare to Yan Xiaonan's abilities?
Seeing that Chen Xiaomei was silent, the village chief asked, "If you all agree, then write it down."
Bei Nan stepped forward: "I disagree. I won't give Da Long a single penny, and I want him to go to jail."
Yan Xiaonan sighed. Bei Nan was impulsive after all. If you wanted to make Da Long suffer, couldn't you have chosen a different time? Why did you have to pick the time when Grandma was most heartbroken?
Even if Da Long isn't perfect, he's still his maternal grandmother's son. Relationship-wise, one is a son, and the other is a grandson. It's obvious which is more important.
Sure enough, Chen's mother's face turned pale and her hands trembled. Da Long even knelt down in front of Chen's mother with a "thump": "Mother, your son was wrong, please save your son."
Chen's mother looked at Bei Nan with a mixture of anger at Da Long's lack of ambition and pleading with Bei Nan. Bei Nan was taken aback by Chen's mother's expression and looked at Yan Xiao Nan, somewhat at a loss.
“Third Brother, let’s listen to Grandma. She’s the most qualified to distribute the inheritance,” Yan Xiaonan reminded him.
Bei Nan finally realized that he had acted impulsively. His grandfather had always been good to him since he was a child, and he was unwilling to accept that he had been angered to death by Da Long.
The village chief was a shrewd man. He glanced at Da Long, then at Bei Nan. He figured that even if the money ended up in Da Long's mouth, he'd probably have to spit it out eventually; it was just a matter of when.
When Chen's mother heard Nan Nan say that she was the most qualified to distribute the inheritance, she looked at her gratefully and then said to the village chief, "Village chief, thank you for your hard work. There is one more thing. Please deposit Sanlong's money in the bank and put it in Sanlong's name. If he comes back, please give it to him. If he doesn't come back, then let it belong to the village."
The village chief nodded: "How about this, I'll keep Sanlong's savings book for twenty years. If he doesn't come back after twenty years, it can be returned to the village." The village chief is almost sixty years old today; he should be able to live to eighty.
Chen's mother nodded, and the village chief began to write, line by line, item by item, even writing down the amount of money owed to Sanlong clearly and meticulously.
Next came the distribution of money. Da Long nervously accepted the thick wad of cash, feeling both surprised and delighted. He glanced at Bei Nan, who was sitting and deep in thought, and quickly said goodbye to Chen's mother before returning to his room.
Cuihua took her share of the money and quietly handed it to Nannan. She knew that Nannan had a place to hide money, and in a poor and remote place like Chenjia Village, it was better to be more careful.
Looking at Da Long who had hidden in the house, Chen's mother shook her head in disappointment. After giving the money to her eldest sister and younger sister, she waved for them to go home early.
The eldest sister and her family were overjoyed. Twenty thousand yuan! And their mother hadn't even mentioned the original ten thousand yuan. Just as they were about to leave, the youngest sister spoke up.
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