The man abandoned the widow and her children in the yard and turned to leave. The woman, holding her child, cried and pounded the ground, shouting.
"Oh God! Eldest brother, you're gone just like that. Look at how arrogant your brother is. He's clearly bullying us orphans and widows."
What are we going to do? If the second son's family breaks the mourning basin tomorrow, then this boat will truly no longer belong to us.
"This is practically forcing my four daughters and me to our deaths."
The girl pushed her mother away.
"Mom, don't cry. Let's think of something now. Maybe we can ask the neighbors for help, see if any of the uncles and aunts can help us."
Today we will bury my father.
Don't wait for my second uncle and the others to stop you.
"Do you think they can dig Dad up after we bury him?"
The woman cried even harder after hearing this.
"Eldest son, don't even think about it. Do you think your mother hasn't thought about this?"
The neighbors all have to listen to the clan's word. We all share the same surname, so how could they dare to disobey the clan chief's wishes? It's obvious that no one dares to come and help.
If someone actually helps us, it will only make our own lives worse.
If they're not allowed to go to sea, think about it, who will be able to survive? At that point, no one will help us.
The girl sighed upon hearing this, then suddenly burst into tears. Her father was the pillar of the family.
When my father was alive, although they were bullied by the villagers, they could still manage to survive. But now it's obvious that they're being forced to their deaths.
Even though they now have a younger brother and a son, they still can't make ends meet.
Is this how God treats good people?
"Stop crying, instead of crying, come and help."
Suddenly, a childish voice came from inside the house. This voice was different from the voice of the girl in the house.
It was a little boy's voice.
The two women immediately looked up, one big and one small, staring blankly at Qi Zai standing by the door frame.
At this moment, Seven stepped out of the doorway.
With her hands behind her back, she walked to the coffin with an air of importance. The woman was startled when she saw it and hurriedly rushed over.
"Child, don't go there, that's not a place for you."
She quickly pulled Qi Zai behind her and said in a gentle voice.
“Son, that coffin contains your father. He’s dead. It’s not a good look. Don’t go over there.”
Seven pursed his lips.
If it weren't for the fact that this family were all pushovers and getting bullied so badly, he would have really wanted to confront this woman.
They've already become part of the child trafficking chain. How can they be considered innocent?
"Get up, all of you. Nail this coffin up, and we'll carry it ourselves to bury it."
The woman was dumbfounded as soon as Qi Zai finished speaking.
"Son, what are you saying? What nonsense are you talking about?"
This coffin is so heavy, let alone the few of us who can lift it, even if we could, we wouldn't be able to get to the back of the mountain.
Although this place is very close to the back mountain, the road to the back mountain is very difficult to walk.
Our family's ancestral graves are halfway up the mountain behind us; it's difficult for just a few of us to get there.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Seven lifted the coffin with one hand, and with ease.
Even with Seven's abilities, he couldn't lift it, but what can we do when we have so many talismans in our space?
He randomly picked a powerful talisman and stuck it on his chest. Now, he could lift a mountain without any problem, let alone a coffin.
The woman was clearly terrified.
She took two steps back, her eyes filled with fear, not knowing who the boy her husband had brought home was.
They have such great strength.
Even the strongest men in the village cannot lift a coffin by themselves.
The boy in front of me is not even five years old. How can such a small boy have such great strength?
Seven gave the woman a disapproving look.
"What are you all standing there for? Quickly put on your mourning clothes, bring the necessary items, and bring the mourning basin over. I'll break the mourning basin for you."
By the way, try to go out and greet the neighbors so that everyone knows we're going up the mountain to bury people.
Whether they come or not is one thing, but whether we inform them or not is another. It doesn't matter if they don't come to help, but they must know that it was I, their son, who was there to see your husband off in his final moments.
Seeing the women's bewildered expressions, Qi Zai couldn't help but...
He certainly can't leave this place empty-handed; even getting a ride now requires a letter of introduction.
Not to mention a little kid like him.
Once you step out the door, you'll be sent back.
At present, this incompetent son of a family is actually the best place for him to stay.
The woman suddenly realized what was happening, and a look of joy appeared on her face.
Yes, if they buried her husband themselves, and her son personally broke the mourning basin, then as long as someone saw it, it would be a done deal.
Even if the second son chases him all the way to the graveyard, it's useless; it's already a fait accompli.
This is a rule passed down from our ancestors, and the second son cannot object.
The mother and her four daughters hurriedly changed into mourning clothes, and at this moment the wife also changed into mourning clothes and a mourning hat.
Seven led the way, carrying the coffin, while the mother and her daughters pretended to help carry it as well.
In reality, they themselves knew that they hadn't put in much effort at all.
Basically, all the effort was put on the child walking next to him.
If they were surprised by Qi Zai's strength earlier, they now realize firsthand how incredibly strong the kid is.
They all walked out of the street without much effort, and the mother and her four daughters immediately burst into tears.
"Honey!"
We'll take you up the mountain.
"Dad, now that we have a younger brother at home, don't worry, we will definitely take good care of him and Mom as well."
Nosy neighbors immediately peeked out and were stunned to see the mother and her five children carrying the coffin up the mountain by themselves.
But those who knew the truth still shook their heads and sighed inwardly.
The mother and her five children wouldn't have buried people themselves if they hadn't been forced into this situation.
These days, no family can hold a funeral without the help of villagers and clansmen.
But they left without telling their clansmen, because they knew the clansmen wouldn't uphold justice.
Knowing full well that he should inform the second brother, the person with a conscience ultimately suppressed the evil thought in his heart.
It's already not easy for a mother and her four daughters.
Having finally had a boy, there might still be a glimmer of hope as long as things become a fait accompli.
I have a wife and children at home. If something really happens to them one day, I hope someone can lend a hand if my wife and children encounter such a situation.
As long as they don't kick them when they're down, they'll have done right by the mother and her four daughters.
The result was surprisingly consistent: everyone went straight back inside and closed the courtyard gate.
Pretend you know nothing.
While some showed kindness, others were informing others, and some shouted upon seeing the scene.
"Oh, Sister-in-law Zhuang, what are you doing? If no one helps with the funeral, who will break the mourning basin for you?"
"Smack!"
Watching the little brat smash the mourning basin with just one hand.
That silenced those people.
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