He Cuihua said, crying.
"Son, father of the child, I'm seeing you off."
Those who were quick-witted immediately ran off to inform the messenger.
Upon seeing this, Qi Zai immediately sped up; he had to bury the person before those people arrived!
Now that it's a fait accompli, do you think they would dare to go against custom and dig the coffin out again?
Clearly, the mother and her three daughters were also frightened when they saw someone run away.
Everyone quickened their pace.
They soon reached the cemetery after climbing the mountain.
He Cuihua pointed to a spot and said.
"This is it!"
Her voice trembled slightly. She had done such a heinous thing, even though it was for her and her daughters' survival. But she also knew that if the clan stopped her, things might really change.
Although they brought tools, digging up a place where a coffin is buried is no easy task.
Basically, it would take seven or eight strong men one or two hours to complete that task.
Unexpectedly, the little kid simply placed the coffin on the ground, picked up a hoe, and went straight to the designated spot, first using the shovel to mark out an area the size of the coffin.
Then we got right to work.
He Cuihua also wanted to come and help.
After they shoveled a few shovelfuls of dirt, they turned around and saw that the other children had already dug pits half a person deep in other places.
He turned to them and said,
"Get up and make way, you're taking up too much time."
The mother and her three daughters hurriedly climbed up and saw the little boy quickly digging a 2-meter-deep pit in no time.
Moreover, He Cuihua probably didn't even last half an hour.
Then the little kid went up and put the coffin directly into the pit, and sure enough, it was the perfect size.
Seeing the mother and her three daughters staring in disbelief, Qi Zai had no choice but to urge them on.
"Hurry up and say goodbye, I'm about to be buried. Aren't you going to say a few words? If you don't, I'll bury you."
He Cuihua then realized what was happening, and hurriedly pulled her three daughters to kneel by the pit, muttering incantations and crying for a long time.
Seven said impatiently upon hearing footsteps approaching from afar.
"Alright, alright, stop talking, or the coffin won't be able to be buried."
With her little bottom sticking out and bending over, she picked up a shovel and got to work, all that could be heard was her panting.
"Stop! All of you, stop right now! What are you doing?"
When a large group of people arrived, they found that the coffin had already been completely buried.
The two-meter-deep pit has now been neatly filled.
Seven was bending over and shoveling dirt from the side onto the coffin.
Only when a small mound of earth is built up does it resemble a grave.
The man in the lead said angrily.
"I told you to stop! I told you to stop! Didn't you hear me? Are you all dead? Why aren't you stopping him?"
A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old rushed forward.
"You little bastard, how dare you ruin our family's plans? You want to die, don't you?"
He tried to snatch the shovel from Qi Zai's hand, but Qi Zai kicked him instead.
The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was sent flying and crashed into a group of people.
Seven didn't even need two minutes; the small mound was already built, and it was neatly flattened on top of the grave mound.
Then he shoveled the shovel straight into the ground.
An ordinary person's shovel is only half an inch long, but with Qi Zai's kick, the shovel sank into the ground by more than half.
The moment he kicked the person away, everyone was stunned. Before they could even react, the burial was already complete.
Qi Zai clapped his hands and said with a smile to He Cuihua next to him.
"Mother, hurry up and burn paper money for Father!"
He Cuihua then realized what was happening and looked at the entire clan, whose faces were ashen.
She couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. She and her husband had always been bullied in the village, and she never imagined that one day they would have such a day.
He immediately knelt down beside the grave with his daughter and piled up the paper they had brought.
The second uncle stepped forward and said with a cold face,
"Sister-in-law, how could you just bury my brother like that?"
There was no funeral ceremony, and the mourning basin wasn't even broken. Sister-in-law, what are you trying to do?
Aren't you afraid that even my brother's ghost won't be at peace in the underworld?
He Cuihua lit the fire on the ground in a cold voice, and then said.
"Second brother, how can you say such a thing without feeling guilty? Who said our mourning basin wasn't broken?"
My son has already smashed the mourning basin.
They buried my man.
We've also completed the funeral ceremony.
If your older brother knew that his son buried him with his own hands, he'd probably laugh himself to death.
This was also your elder brother's last wish. Now that your elder brother has been buried, you don't need to tell me anything. Our family matters are none of your concern.
These words immediately drew the ire of others.
"Sister-in-law Dazhuang, what are you doing? Even a funeral has its rules."
How could you handle this all by yourself without consulting the villagers? Do you think Dazhuang wouldn't be at peace even in the afterlife?
"Yes, Sister-in-law Zhuang, how could you do this?"
Besides, the child's origins are unknown.
You can't just force him to be Da Zhuang's son; how are you going to explain that to Da Zhuang?
"If Da Zhuang were to get to the underworld, he'd be furious!"
"Now that you, our clansmen and elders, are here, please speak from your conscience. Before our chief minister passed away, he told you all that this child was our son. You were all present at the time. He said it himself."
He specifically adopted him, so how come an adopted child is now described as having an unknown origin in your mouths?
Da Zhuang has already acknowledged this child in his last wish, so he is my son.
He also smashed the mourning basin today.
It's a done deal; this child is our son.
You don't need to argue with me here; it's useless. This is just the rule in our clan.
Now that the person has been laid to rest, you need not say anything more. We, a widow and her children, will live our own lives.
You don't need to interfere. Whether Da Zhuang is at peace in the underworld is none of your concern.
He only felt at ease when you were around, but now that his son is there to see him off in his final days, I think he can rest in peace.
The second son was furious.
"He Cuihua, you're an outsider, what right do you have to decide things in our family?"
This isn't something a woman like you can decide. We need to hold a clan meeting and get it approved by the clan.
"Yes, Sister-in-law Zhuang, there's a rule in our clan that this matter can only be approved if everyone agrees."
He Cuihua knew these people were shameless, but she never expected them to be so shameless in order to steal their family's boat.
"Don't talk about being from the clan or not. Da Zhuang is a member of the clan, right? Da Zhuang said it himself. This is his son, isn't that right?"
Is it really a problem that the child broke the mourning basin?
In that case, how can you possibly override the rules of the clan?
This is the rule established by our ancestors, and this child conforms to every single one of them.
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