Chapter 187 Sleeping Soundly
The next morning, the Song family, who had been waiting almost all night, finally saw the dawn.
Second Sister Song prepared a large pot of multi-grain porridge and a few side dishes, hoping to warm the stomachs of the guests who came to the funeral and did not have breakfast.
Wen Kexin took the opportunity to go out of the village for a walk. The tricycle was filled with various food ingredients, and even the back seat was tied with two flour bags full of steamed buns.
Of course, she didn't forget the cabbage and tofu.
These two ingredients are recycled resources on the shelf, and she found an opportunity to take them out yesterday.
Anyway, she has a motorcycle which makes it convenient for her to go to town to buy things.
As for why we can buy ingredients so early? The reason is to use the back door.
Whether it is meat or vegetables, you need a ticket. Who has the ability to buy so many good things early in the morning? It doesn’t matter why others sell them to you?
She estimated that there would be a lot of guests today, and felt sorry for her mother who had to cook both the dishes and the staple food. It would save a lot of trouble if she took out the steamed buns and flower rolls from the space.
As soon as I arrived at the door of my house, I heard someone shouting. I turned around and saw that it was my parents.
A warm feeling welled up in my heart, and I asked caringly, "Dad and Mom, you are here so early, have you had breakfast?"
"We ate! And you said we were early? Where were you going so early in the morning?"
Wen Kexin explained awkwardly: "Mom and Dad, I went to town and made an appointment with someone to exchange some ingredients and things they need."
My daughter often brings back various ingredients, and anyone who asks will buy them from acquaintances.
Knowing that this child has many connections, the husband's family really needs to use the back door when there is a funeral.
Wang Qiaolian said distressedly: "You have to take care of everything. You have lost weight these past two days. Your father and I will move these things. Go and have a bowl of porridge..."
"Um!"
Wen Kexin hardly slept that night. She felt upset and didn't eat anything the night before.
When I run out to get something to eat in the morning, I really feel hungry.
It will be very busy next time. Song Mo is not around, and I have to be a good head of the family to make my deceased mother-in-law rest in peace.
I saw that Second Sister Song had placed the table in the yard. In the middle of the table were two plates of green side dishes, sliced salted duck eggs, and fried peanuts sprinkled with a little salt.
The four side dishes looked clean and refreshing. Next to them were a few bowls of sticky multi-grain porridge with chopsticks placed next to the bowls.
She found two clean plates and placed the steamed buns on the table.
In this way, whoever is hungry can eat, and the host will follow the guests' wishes. It seems casual but it is heartwarming.
This was of course what Wen Kexin had instructed Song Erjie before she left, and the other party carried it out without compromise.
She walked over and quickly drank a bowl of porridge.
Hearing someone coming outside, he hurriedly took the bowl to the kitchen to greet him.
I found a three-wheeled vehicle and a jeep parked at the door, and several veterans got out of the vehicles.
They all stood with their shoulders straight, exuding the spirited aura of soldiers.
After the standard salute, everyone said in unison: "We are here to support our sister-in-law and protect our aunt."
Wen Kexin only knew Zhang Bin, and when she saw a strange face with the same aura as Song Mo, her heart suddenly felt warm.
"Thank you, brothers! I made porridge this morning. We still have time, so feel free to drink some."
"Thank you, sister-in-law!"
The uniform voices rang out loudly, sounding familiar and friendly to Wen Kexin.
At this time, Captain Song also came with several members of the brigade leadership team.
Feng Shulan is a military dependent, and she has to give it to save face.
Other people in the village also arrived one after another. Everyone saw several retired soldiers and heard that they were Song Mo's comrades-in-arms.
There were a few gossipers who didn't have a good relationship with Feng Shulan and wanted to find fault with her and say a few words but they immediately became quiet.
At this time, the Feng Shui master came and implemented the funeral rituals item by item in preparation for the funeral.
Retired soldiers such as Zhang Bin took the initiative to help carry the coffin and prepare for the funeral.
The Feng Shui master shouted to the deceased's relatives and friends who were following behind him: "Friends and relatives, cry for the dead... scatter paper money..."
Wen Kexin, as the daughter-in-law, was wearing heavy mourning. She held Goudan and Dani, who were also wearing heavy mourning. There were also kind women beside them who supported them. Everyone followed the coffin up the mountain, crying.
Behind them were Second Sister Song and her husband leading their daughter.
Next came the captain and others.
Finally, it was the people in the village.
Most of the women were crying.
The men's expressions looked sad and serious, which was a respect for the dead.
Just as everyone was walking up the mountain, an ox cart arrived.
Someone in the village who had good eyesight saw the people on the ox cart and said in surprise, "It looks like Sister Song and her two children."
Everyone couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: "Why did they come just now?"
Even a fool knows that the funeral must be held early. Sister Song is in her thirties, how could she not know this?
Besides, when her mother died, as a daughter, she was treated differently from ordinary guests. Not only did she have to entertain the guests, she also had to go first to cry at the funeral.
When the ox cart came closer, Sister Song saw the funeral procession leaving one after another, and whispered something to her daughter beside her.
The three of them got out of the car quickly, and the two daughters supported their obviously weak mother into the yard.
Someone asked curiously: "Sister Song, what's wrong with you?"
Sister Song sighed and said, "I'm sick, so I'm going to get up and not go to the funeral."
Everyone believed it and said with concern: "No wonder you look so unhappy. If you don't want to go to the funeral, go inside and have a rest."
"Um!"
Sister Song was helped into Feng Shulan's room and leaned weakly against the quilt.
Everyone whispered, "Why didn't the eldest son-in-law of the Song family come?"
“Not sure!”
Others were not aware of this, but Wang Qiaolian, who was cooking in the kitchen with a few other women, knew the inside story.
When she saw Sister Song come in, she thought the mother and her two daughters would follow them up the mountain, so she continued cutting vegetables in the kitchen.
Wait until someone says that Sister Song and her daughter are not going up the mountain and go into the house.
Thinking of how good Song Mo was to her family, she walked across the room and asked with concern, "His elder sister, have you and your daughter had breakfast?"
Sister Song didn't say anything. Juanzi shook her head and whispered, "I didn't eat..."
Wang Qiaolian sighed inwardly and diligently brought a few bowls of rice porridge, as well as a plate of steamed buns and side dishes.
"You and your daughter should eat something. It's still early for lunch. Don't be hungry."
After saying that, she went back to the kitchen to busy herself.
The sister who was on good terms with Wang Qiaolian and was helping with the work grumbled in dissatisfaction: "What's going on? The Song family's funeral, and the aunt has to wait for an outsider like you to serve her?"
Wang Qiaolian waved her hand and said, "Stop talking. For Song Mo and my daughter's sake, this little thing is nothing."
Moreover, half an hour later, the team arrived at the cemetery.
This is a large gentle slope, which serves as the village's public cemetery.
I don’t know how many years have passed, but there are many graves in the cemetery, and each family has its own territory.
There are only a few scattered graves of the surnames that have settled here not long ago.
The Song family has lived here for more than a hundred years and is a large family in the village. Song Mo's grandfather, father and eldest brother are all buried here.
Feng Shulan's coffin was to be buried next to her husband, which is called sharing the same bed in life and the same grave in death.
The Feng Shui master muttered a long and mysterious sentence in a low voice and proceeded to the next step according to the ritual.
Two hours later, Feng Shulan's coffin was buried, leaving behind some paper ashes and tears, and everyone went down the mountain one after another.
When everyone returned, there were already several tables and chairs set up in the yard, with cold dishes on the tables.
Aunt Zhao, who was placing dishes on the table, whispered to Wen Kexin, "Kexin, just as you left, your elder sister-in-law came with her two children. They had breakfast and fell asleep in your mother-in-law's room. They slept soundly..."
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