The dozen or so long-term workers hired by the family live more than 200 meters to the right.
A row of adobe houses were built there for the farmhands to live in.
Many long-term workers bring their families with them to help.
"Aunt Yang." Song Jinxiu called out to a woman she met.
She was the mother of two of the farmhands and a very capable woman.
He raised two sons by himself, and now the three of them work as helpers in the Song family.
"Miss, are you hungry? Aunt Yang will cook you a bowl of noodles." Aunt Yang hurried over and asked.
Aunt Yang is responsible for the three meals a day for the father and daughter.
Having said that, I am indeed hungry.
Song Jinxiu nodded.
After Aunt Yang finished making the noodles, Song Jinxiu started talking about business.
“Go to the village chief and tell him that I want to bury my father today.
Let him help preside over it and find a few people to help." Song Jinxiu said.
According to custom, because she was a daughter, she was not qualified to help her father with funeral arrangements.
Not to mention that she is an unmarried daughter. If she had a son-in-law, she would be considered half a son.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Aunt Yang wiped her hands on her body and walked out.
Song Jinxiu ate the noodles in big mouthfuls; they were really chewy.
There are still tough battles to fight next, so we must eat our fill.
He wolfed down the bowl of noodles and also grabbed a white flour bun to eat.
I didn’t eat that much before, but my appetite has gotten bigger after traveling through time.
The village chief and others arrived soon, and some respected elders in the village also came.
After all, Old Man Song has benefited the village for so many years, so he has to come and say hello.
Song Jinxiu asked Aunt Yang to go downstairs and take people to prepare meals, as she had to invite people to dinner both at noon and in the evening.
Song Jinxiu was already dressed in mourning clothes, so she continued to kneel there, burning paper and crying.
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