Chapter 91 Attending a Funeral
The matter eventually came to nothing.
It’s not that my uncle and his people don’t want to continue to argue, but it’s mainly because Mrs. Lin also learned their way of quarreling and went to their house to quarrel.
Mrs. Lin was much more powerful than them when she quarreled. The old one couldn't win the argument, and the young one couldn't fight back.
After quarreling for a few days, the children from both families felt resentful.
No matter how close your brother is, if he dies, he is not as important as your own son or daughter.
So the matter ended up being left unresolved.
After taking care of the kittens and puppies for a few days, Lu Xing's novelty finally wore off and he returned to his habit of chatting with people.
Everyone was discussing the matter of Mrs. Lin.
Lu Xing originally thought they were talking about the previous quarrel between Mrs. Lin and her husband's family.
Unexpectedly, they told me an unexpected news.
Mrs. Lin is dead.
Logically speaking, at her age, death doesn't seem to be a surprising thing.
But when others talk about her death, there is always some mystery.
"I heard that Mrs. Lin was still complaining about nightmares the day before she died. I guess she was about to die, so she was acting so abnormally during that time."
The speaker spoke with great confidence, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
Lu Xing still didn't know how Mrs. Lin died. "How did she die? Why haven't I heard anything about it?"
The people who were talking turned around and saw Lu Xing. They were startled at first, but then they realized what was happening. "Auntie, why are you out? I haven't seen you strolling around the village for several days."
"Oh, I just brought a cat home. I'm afraid it won't recognize its home and will run away, so I've been staying at home for the past few days."
"When there was a quarrel at Mrs. Lin's house, the village chief called a few of us over. Seeing how energetic she was when she was scolding people, she didn't look like she was sick."
"That's right. A few days later, she was in such good spirits after making such a fuss at her uncle's place. Who could have thought that something like this would happen?"
When they talked about Mrs. Lin's death, they sighed. "I heard that Mrs. Lin went out to cut grass that morning and accidentally fell into the river. When she was rescued, she was gone."
"But she was already in her seventies, and her sons and daughters were filial to her, so it can be considered a happy funeral."
As they were talking, Mrs. Lin's son came running to the village entrance and said, "You're all here. That's perfect. Don't forget to come to our house for dinner tonight."
In Xiaoshi Village, if an elderly person dies, the family will hold a banquet for three consecutive days. On the first and last days, only dinner is provided, while on the second day, three meals are provided.
Lu Xing had nothing to do anyway, so after hearing what he said, he decided to go to Mrs. Lin's house early to see if there was anything he could do to help.
When we arrived at Mrs. Lin's house, we found that she had several tables set up, and there was no room in the yard, so they were set up on the road.
Several of her older sisters arrived earlier than her and sat in the corner eating peanuts and chatting.
When Lu Xing went over, Lian Hua was asking Liu He Hua a question, "Do you think they should invite his father's people?"
"Of course we have to invite them. It would be unreasonable not to."
"Mrs. Lin and them just had such a big fight, both sides broke up, and we still want to invite them?"
Lianhua doesn't understand this approach. If she follows her approach, she will definitely stay away from people she hates.
Liu Hehua's thoughts are the same as those of ordinary people. No matter how big the fuss is, she still has to give some face at the funeral.
Before the evening banquet begins, people listen to the sound of suona for a while. It is said that this is to remind the souls still in the world to reincarnate as soon as possible.
Everyone who came to the funeral would talk to Mrs. Lin's children, and most people's words of comfort were quite similar.
"Your mother has filial children like you, and seeing her grandchildren succeed so well, she can say she left without regrets."
"You invited so many people to this funeral and made it so beautiful. Your mother will be able to rest in peace even if she dies."
"Don't be too sad. You have to live your life. Your mother is definitely hoping that you will be well."
The eldest uncle and eldest aunt, who had been arguing fiercely before, also came over and said a few words of comfort, "Your mother has worked hard for this family for so many years, and now she can finally take a break."
Mrs. Lin's children said: "Uncle, aunt, my mother's funeral is coming up these days. Please forgive me if we are not welcoming you well."
The two people felt that this sounded a bit strange, but they couldn't tell what was strange about it. Considering it was a special day, they didn't ask.
The dinner was quite peaceful and there was no noise.
the next day.
Lu Xing heard the sound of suona before he even entered the door, and there were also two people beating drums and gongs.
Having been on guard for a whole night, Mrs. Lin's children looked a little unwell, but they were still trying their best to entertain the visitors.
The next day was the burial day.
The people beating drums and gongs walked in front, followed by the children holding photos of Mrs. Lin, and then the relatives carrying the coffin followed behind.
The last ones are ordinary relatives, and they just need to pay their respects when the coffin is buried.
The funeral procession would start from Mrs. Lin's home, go around the village, and then go to the cemetery she had chosen, which meant to tell her that they would live in that new place from now on.
During the entire ceremony, no other sound could be heard except the sound of gongs and drums. All the families kept their doors closed, mainly because they were afraid that the dead souls would take the wrong path.
Speaking of burial, something else happened.
The eldest uncle and aunt who had been arguing with Mrs. Lin were suddenly called over and heard their nephew and niece say, "Before my mother died, she said she wanted you to watch her burial."
Mrs. Lin's original words were that after she died, she would have to have her own grave, and she would have to ask those two people to look after it, mainly to vent her anger.
By that time, she would have buried her head, and the two men would not be able to find anyone to cause trouble.
Mrs. Lin's son and daughter didn't want to make things too awkward, so they slightly modified her words.
My uncle was already annoyed by the fact that she had a separate grave, and now he had to watch her being buried. He was so angry that he couldn't express it. It was the same as what Mrs. Lin thought.
After the burial, everyone returned to Mrs. Lin's house and had a lively dinner before going home.
On the way home, the system couldn't help but ask its questions.
[Host, shouldn't death be a very serious and sad thing? Why do you seem so happy?]
"If she died at a young age, of course it would be sad, but she was already in her seventies. Living to that age without any illness or disaster, isn't that something worth celebrating?"
"The village is only so lively during happy funerals. Everyone wants to believe it's a good thing, that the old man has passed away and is enjoying happiness in the netherworld. Whether it's true or not, this makes them feel less sad."
"At our age, death is no longer a distant thing; perhaps it will arrive tomorrow morning. Rather than being sad, we have become accustomed to and accepted our fate."
"But thank you, system, for giving me another chance to start over."
You're welcome. Attending the funeral was also a magical experience for me. I collected a lot of information, and the quest progress has increased again. It's now at 81%.
“That’s great!”
Mrs. Lin's funeral lasted for three days. After three days, the people in Xiaoshi Village were still living their lives as usual, except that when they occasionally chatted, there was one less person to talk to, and there was one more grave of Mrs. Lin on the mountain.
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