Chapter 165 Mr. Ma
After working all night, I finally finished cleaning it up.
The main room was cleared out, with Ye Errong's coffin placed in the middle. With the help of Ye Dajun, Old Lady Ye carried out a thick quilt from the inner room.
She laid it at the bottom of the coffin. This was the quilt she had sewn stitch by stitch for the waiter. He had to be careful not to get cold over there.
Without needing anyone's help, Old Lady Ye stubbornly held onto the edge of the coffin with trembling hands, smoothing out the wrinkles on the quilt cover bit by bit.
Zhao Zhaodi was a rare perceptive person. Seeing her mother-in-law make the quilt for the second child, she immediately handed him a pillow, which earned her a slightly satisfied look from Old Lady Ye.
Old Mrs. Ye adjusted the position of her pillow back and forth, feeling reluctant, and touched the bed she had made for her son. This was the last time in her life that she would make the bed for the waiter.
When she dies one day, she can go there to take care of Xiao Er again.
She raised her arms tremblingly and wiped her tears with her sleeves. Old Mrs. Ye didn't dare to look at the coffin anymore. If she continued to look, she was afraid that she would not be able to endure the funeral tomorrow.
Call Ye Lin to come and place the ashes,
"Lin, grandma has finished cleaning up. Put your dad in, be gentle."
Ye Lin placed Ye Errong's ashes under the pillow, and gently stroked the patterns on the urn with his fingertips. His watery eyes revealed infinite sadness.
He was saying his final goodbyes to his father.
muttering to oneself
"Father, I'm taking you home."
Everyone else in the room felt bad when they saw this scene.
Jin Fenglian and Ye Xiuhong, mother and daughter, had already hidden in the yard to cry. Old man Ye turned his back and pretended to fiddle with the eternal lamp on the table.
Aunt Liu burst into tears. To her, Ye Errong was her benefactor, her faith, and one of her few family members.
"Master, these are the things that Lao Fang and I prepared for you. Put them all in the coffin and let you take them with you."
Ye Lin was arranging the coffin for Ye Errong, and just nodded slightly without saying anything.
Seeing that the young master had no objection, Aunt Liu asked Ah Hui and No. 3 to help put the things in the suitcase into the coffin.
Ye Sanxing also came over to help with the things. He picked up a yellow box and took out the things inside. After seeing what was inside, Ye Sanxing took it away with disgust.
"Sister Liu, this toad is really dirty. I'll take it out to wash it. Don't let it dirty my second brother's bedding."
Aunt Liu was busy sorting out some books that Ye Errong liked to read, and she didn't realize what the toad Ye Sanxing was talking about.
"Third Master, I didn't bring any toads. Where did the toads come from?"
Aunt Liu turned around to look at the toad Ye Sanxing was talking about.
Ye Sanxing had already carried the toad's legs to the inner room to find a shoe brush. He did not forget to raise his hands behind him and put the toad on his back to show it to Aunt Liu.
"Look at this, it's a giant black toad. Second brother's taste is not as good as mine."
Although candles and kerosene lamps were lit in the room, the light was still a little dim. Aunt Liu looked at it for a long time before she recognized what the toad was.
Seeing Ye Sanxing holding a shoe brush and going to give the big toad a bath, Aunt Liu was shocked.
"Third Master, you can't do that! You can't swipe it!"
Aunt Liu quickly got up and chased after him, snatching the big toad from the basin.
There was no time to find a towel, so he picked up the scarf around his neck and wiped the water off the big toad to make sure it was correct.
Aunt Liu breathed a sigh of relief and calmly showed Ye Sanxing the extraordinary features of this big toad.
"Third Master, this divine turtle is a tea pet that I have raised for more than ten years. It is very precious. It took more than ten years to grow it to this color. Look, it is so shiny."
"This filthy thing is called a divine turtle? Did my second brother get ripped off by the turtle dealer?"
"It's not a turtle dealer, Third Master. This is a divine turtle tea pet made of purple clay."
Ye Sanxing still couldn't figure out what was so magical about this black toad. It looked just like his sister-in-law Zhao Zhaodi, not even being a god in name.
Even after unpacking the two suitcases that Aunt Liu brought and stacking their things together, they still took up half of the space in the coffin.
There are all kinds of things, including a divine turtle tea pet below and an astronomical telescope above, as well as everything you need for food, drink and entertainment.
People who don’t know the business can’t see the trick, but Old Man Jiang, who is temporarily staying at the Ye family, may be able to see it.
Not to mention those things, Ye Errong's urn alone is made of golden nanmu wood, and there is also the inconspicuous pumpkin purple clay teapot next to it. If it is authentic, it should have been made by Chen Mingyuan during the Kangxi period and is priceless.
Old Man Ye took out the cotton-padded jacket he had made for his second son and planned to cover the urn with it. He saw Ye Lin adjusting the placement of a cannon in the coffin.
This cannon is too big and it looks like it will get in the way no matter how you put it in the coffin.
Old man Ye asked curiously
"Lin, your father likes to set off fireworks?"
The hand that was moving the telescope paused for a moment.
"Grandpa, this is not a cannon, it's a telescope that can see into space."
"What is space?"
"Yeah, it's like you can see the stars and the moon."
Old man Ye wanted to ask a few more questions.
With a whoosh,
Zhao Zhaodi came over from behind, raised her eyebrows, and asked with a lively look:
"Lin, does my second brother also like to observe the night sky? Oh, I never had the chance to talk to him about his cultivation techniques, what a shame! What kind of Taoism does he practice? How is his level of cultivation?"
The sad atmosphere was broken in an instant.
Ye Lin supported himself on the coffin with one hand and held the face with the other. How could his aunt always attribute everything to being a charlatan?
Just chatted with her
"He cultivates materialism and has already reached the stage of dialectical materialism."
Zhao Zhaodi nodded, not quite understanding, with an expression of having learned something.
"As expected of my second brother, I've never heard of this martial arts style before, but once I heard his argument, I knew he was no ordinary person. Does he have any secret techniques passed down to him? Who was his master?"
The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets.
Ye Lin continued with a thick scalp.
"I learned from a Mr. Ma."
"So it's Master Ma, maybe my Zhao family..."
“Bang, bang!”
Seeing that his eldest daughter-in-law was talking endlessly, Old Man Ye knocked on the chair twice with his walking stick to remind her to get back to work quickly.
"Old man, have you finished folding the gold ingots you were given? All you do is chat and talk nonsense. Hurry up and fold them!"
"Fold it, I'll do it right away, Dad, don't be angry."
After being scolded by her father-in-law, Zhao Zhaodi shrank her neck and ran away.
Ye Lin: Finally he left.
Everyone put all the things they wanted to take for Ye Errong into the coffin, and the rest would be burned tomorrow.
Even Ye Ling folded a jar of paper cranes for Second Grandpa and put them in the coffin.
It was past ten o'clock in the evening. Old Man Ye went through the house several times inside and outside to make sure that everything was ready.
They started to tell everyone to go back to their rooms to sleep, because they had to get up before dawn the next morning to open the door to welcome guests, and they would not be able to sleep for many hours.
Old man Ye pointed at his sons and grandsons
"It's almost done. You guys take turns here keeping the eternal lamp burning for Xiao Er. Each of you will be here for two hours. If the lamp goes out, you guys won't have to be called Ye anymore."
"Put your eyes on your foreheads, and when you feel sleepy, go inside and find a needle to mend your soles! Even if the house collapses, don't turn off the lights!"
After scolding these troublemakers with a stern face, Old Man Ye turned to face Ye Lin and changed his face again. He said to his most precious grandson in a soft tone:
"Lin, you're the son and you should be here to watch over me, but you're not in good health. Kneeling here to light a lamp and burn paper will make you choke. Don't make your father feel bad. Go back to your room and sleep. You can get up at four or five tomorrow morning."
Ever since Old Man Ye saw his grandson suffer from asthma once, he has been frightened and worried that he would exhaust and smoke his grandson.
No rules or etiquette are more important than his grandson's life.
In consideration of Ye Lin's asthma, the people in the house didn't dare to burn too much paper, but burned it one by one from the door.
Even so, Ye Lin's throat felt uncomfortable all night.
He is not a person who wants to show off his abilities. If he insists on holding on, he will fall ill and others will be in trouble.
Looking at the coffin sleeping in the dim candlelight, Ye Lin was reluctant to leave.
"Grandpa, can I sit in your room tonight? I want to stay with him for a while."
The room was dark and Old Man Ye's eyesight was poor, so he couldn't see his grandson's moist eyes, but he could hear Ye Lin's nasal tone.
His grandson lost his parents at a very young age. Poor kid.
"Okay, you sleep with grandpa tonight. We can sleep in the same quilt. Grandpa's kang is very warm."
Everyone dispersed, and only Ye Yang was left guarding the main room. Two hours later, Ye Xiushan came to take over.
Old Man Ye took Ye Lin into the inner room, which was only separated from Ye Errong's coffin outside by a wall.
No sleep all night.
Ye Lin and the old couple of the Ye family couldn't sleep at all, and the three of them sat on the kang all night.
Maybe they all wanted to stay with Ye Errong for a while longer, but no one said it out loud.
Silently accompanied Ye Errong on his last night.
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