"Who is watching the room?" Huang Wanzhen asked again.
Huang Dong glanced at Song Ying, Huang Wanzhen understood, and quickly got up and arranged for Song Ying to go to the wing room.
After they sat down, they asked again, and Huang Dongshi finally said, "Huang Zhong and Shusheng."
"Second uncle will be here soon. Let's work together to tie up Huang Zhong and his family. We absolutely cannot let him go out to inform Huang Shuhua."
Mrs. Huang nodded in agreement. "Well, your grandfather didn't leave me any instructions, so his affairs must have been entrusted to someone else. Regardless of whether it's Huang Shuhua or not, once the old man is gone, the Huang Zhong family must not leave the house."
After discussing the most important matter, Huang Wanzhen started talking about something else. "Should we dig out the people from Jinxiu Courtyard ahead of time?" Huang Wanzhen leaned forward, pointed to the northwest corner, and lowered her voice, "Didn't you say that we should hold the funeral together?!"
Mrs. Huang slapped her thigh and said, "Yes, I was so busy with this and that that I forgot about your father."
It has to be said that those who commit suicide for love are all fools. No matter how beautiful you are, you cannot compete with the life in front of you. The living are always on the road, busy and unable to take care of the people around them, so how can they have time to care for a dead person.
As soon as Xiuzhu brought Song Lin and Song An to the scene, Huang Wanzhen led the three of them to Jinxiuyuan.
After Huang Wanzhen gave the order, the few of them said little and one of them took a shovel and started digging the soil.
When Dong Yuzhuo learned about this, he blamed Huang Dongshi for not telling him earlier. He went out in the sunset and asked three monks to come back.
In the middle of winter, three monks sat on the ground around the coffin and began to chant scriptures.
"Hurry up and set up the mourning tent and light two charcoal fires. It's too cold." Dong Yuzhuo said while rubbing his hands.
Huang Dongshi shook her head slightly, "Without the help of the clan members, we don't have enough manpower."
Dong Yuzhuo looked at Huang Wanzhen and asked, "Can you hire some people?"
Huang Wanzhen quickly nodded and agreed, "Yes!" As long as these elders don't think it's too much, she can do anything.
It was already dark, and accompanied by Song Lin, Huang Wanzhen returned to Jixiang Hall on Dengshikou Street.
"Xiuqing, Xiulan, go to Li Chunhua and Zhu Xiqin's homes respectively and ask them to find some people to come over. Tell them that there's a funeral at the boss's house and they need help. You'll get one dollar per person per day!"
Little Stone hurriedly raised his hand, "Boss, I'm familiar with this matter. Isn't it just looking for someone to help me?"
"I've done everything from preparing banquets to entertaining guests and arranging funeral ceremonies. If you're in a hurry, I'll go to the newsboys' dormitory and find some older people. If you're not in a rush, I'll call the Daxing County Post Office and have my uncle find as many people as you need."
"But it takes at least three hours to get here from our county seat by ox cart."
Huang Wanzhen had so many choices that she was at a loss for a moment. "How many people do you think would be appropriate?"
Little Stone counted on his fingers as he imparted funeral knowledge to Huang Wanzhen. "That depends on the scale you want to hold. Our largest one requires sixty or seventy people to run it. A medium one only needs about thirty people. For a small one, I can go to the newsboys' dormitory to find people. Ten people should be enough."
Huang Wanzhen looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, "Let's have the biggest one." It was not to give Huang Shuhuai a grand funeral, but to deal with the Huang family members. There is strength in numbers, so even if the Huang family members make trouble, there is nothing to be afraid of.
On the way back, Huang Wanzhen kept thinking in her heart that it was great to have money. She felt that all the difficulties she encountered could be solved with money. Thinking of the more than 4,000 yuan on the deposit certificate, Huang Wanzhen pursed her lips. It was not enough. She had to work harder.
Huang Wanzhen brought a few servants from Jixiangtang back to the Huang Mansion and beat up Huang Zhong's family.
"Second Miss! What do you want to do?! The old man is not dead yet! It's not your turn to make the decision in this family!"
Huang Wanzhen ignored him completely, holding the torch in her right hand and waving her left hand twice expressionlessly. Xiulan walked out from behind Huang Wanzhen with a bundle of ropes and tied up the people who were pressed to the ground one by one.
"Second Miss, please let me go. I have followed the old man for my whole life. Please let me see him off for the last time."
"Shut your mouth!" The light of the torch flickered, imprinted on Huang Wanzhen's face, making Huang Zhong's face look horrified.
"No, Second Miss, I'm telling you, I pawned the master's belongings for two hundred and forty-three dollars and stuffed them all between the cracks of the bed. Let me go and I'll get them for you." As soon as Huang Zhong finished speaking, Xiuqing blocked his mouth with a rag.
Huang Zhong knew the financial situation of the Huang family very well. He knew that Huang Dong's dowry had been spent and now she was supported by the second young lady. More than two hundred dollars was definitely a huge sum of money. The second young lady would inevitably be tempted when she heard it. He used the excuse of surrendering to get the second young lady to release him. He then sneaked out of the house with the house deed to report the news to the eldest and second old masters.
With the house deed, the eldest and second old masters will definitely handle the old master's funeral properly. He has lived up to the old master's trust. As such a loyal servant of the Huang family, their family will also be looked up to by the two old masters and continue to work for the Huang family.
The plan of killing two birds with one stone was ruined by the second young lady, who married out. How could he be willing to accept this!
"Take them to Jinxiu Courtyard and keep them under strict supervision."
When Huang Zhong was dragged away, his eyes were fixed on Huang Wanzhen, as if he had never known her before. He wanted to imprint every expression and every change on that face in his heart.
When they returned to Rongyang Hall, there was a lot of noise in the main hall. Huang Wanzhen thought something had happened and rushed in quickly.
"Mom, Ah Xiang said that he is marrying into the Huang family, so this house should be ours. Don't worry, I gave birth to a girl this time. I can still give birth! Don't worry, I will definitely give birth to a boy for the Huang family."
Huang Wanshu had a hard life after getting married. When she was a child, she enjoyed the life of a young lady surrounded by servants in this big house. She wanted to go back to the past and become the master here.
Mrs. Huang Dong rubbed her forehead with a grim expression and said nothing. Dong Yuzhuo couldn't bear to watch this anymore and said sternly, "Wanshu, you're already a mother, can't you be more sensible? Your grandfather is still lying in the house, not yet dead! If the Dong family had an unfilial descendant like you, I would have slapped him long ago!"
At the end of his speech, Dong Yuzhuo gritted his teeth, raised his hands, and waved twice in the air.
Huang Wanshu leaned back subconsciously, but said, "Second uncle, please wake up. I am not a child of the Dong family. I am the heir of the Huang family. This house should have been mine."
"Shut up!" Huang Wanzhen strode up to her, holding a torch. "Zhenzhen is so young, what are you doing here? Go back and take good care of the child!"
Huang Wanshu was still a little afraid of this strong sister. Seeing her cold face, she subconsciously shrank her neck and said, "Axiang is taking care of Zhenzhen. I will take care of my seriously ill grandfather."
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