At this time, Huang Wanzhen really didn't want to waste her energy dealing with Huang Wanshu. She gritted her teeth and pushed the torch forward, "Go back and take care of the children! Otherwise I will burn your hair!" As she said that, she waved the torch twice on Huang Wanshu's head.
Huang Wanshu's face turned pale, she shrank her neck and screamed, "Mother! Mother, please save me!"
Mrs. Huang hurried down from the upper seat and grabbed Huang Wanzhen's arm. "Wanzhen, just let your sister go. Don't hurt her."
Huang Wanzhen didn't even look at Huang Dongshi, and shouted in a deep voice, "Second uncle, pull my mother away."
Dong Yuzhuo took two steps at a time and stepped forward to grab Huang Dongshi. "Why did you come over to join in the fun? If I hurt you, you'll have to pay for it."
"Second uncle, what about me? If you hurt me, you will have to spend money! Save me!" Huang Wanshu was like a quail, shrinking her neck and begging for help repeatedly.
"You just said that you are not a child of the Dong family, you are from the Huang family. Let the Huang family come and rescue you." Dong Yuzhuo pouted, pushed Huang Dongshi to sit on the chair, and pointed at her, "Be obedient! Sit here and don't move!"
"Huang Wanshu, do you want to go? I'll count to three, 1..." Huang Wanzhen did not stop because of Huang Wanshu's shouting. She held the torch steadily and began to count.
"Go, go, go! I'm leaving! Get out of the way, I'll leave right away." As soon as Huang Wanshu finished speaking, Huang Wanzhen took two steps back.
Huang Wanshu stood up and ran to the door, "Huang Wanzhen, I really gave you face. I am your sister, and you are so disrespectful! I will go to the elders of the clan to report you!" Huang Wanshu did not leave, but stood at the door and shouted.
Huang Wanzhen narrowed her eyes slightly, a mocking smile playing on the corners of her mouth, "Song Lin, Xiulan, tie her up for me and take her to Jinxiuyuan."
Xiulan watched for a long time, without any respect for this young lady who had sold Xiuqing. She stepped forward and kicked her, but unfortunately the kick was not strong enough. Huang Wanshu stumbled a few steps and stood up holding the door frame. "Xiulan, you dare..."
"Bang--" Song Lin chopped Huang Wanshu to the ground with a knife.
Mrs. Huang Dong suddenly jumped up from her chair, "Wanshu—what happened to her?"
Huang Wanzhen quickly stopped Huang Dongshi and put the torch in her hand. "It's okay, Song Lin's hands are very steady. You wait here for news from Grandfather's room. I'll be back soon."
On the night of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, first a horse carriage and then a series of ox carts appeared in Santa Lane, disturbing the neighbors and making them unable to sleep well.
Early in the morning, when he opened the door, he saw that the main gate of the Huang Mansion was wide open, and white funeral flowers were hung on the plaque. "Oh! Who died? An old one or a young one?"
A man in a thick cotton-padded jacket, with his hands in his sleeves, walked over slowly. "I guess he's an old man. See the cars in the alley? There are so many of them! How could a young man have such a big scene?"
The homeowner craned his neck to take a look. "Mr. Huang hasn't been out and about for years, so why are there so many people thinking about him?"
The man shook his head and said, "A lean camel is bigger than a horse. After all, he was an official."
"Boss, everything has been cleaned up. It's daybreak. The funeral master is waiting for the rice to be cooked. Look..." Huang Wanzhen didn't sleep all night. She dozed off in the chair with her head drooped. Xiao Shitou turned the volume down to the minimum for fear of disturbing her.
"Oh!" Huang Wanzhen wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and smacked her lips twice. "You're going to buy some food, right? How much is it? I'll give it to you."
Little Stone laughed and said, "It won't cost much. My uncle brought over two carts of cabbage and radishes, and we can buy some meat and flour. You give me eight dollars, and we can give you a refund or a supplement, how about that?"
Huang Wanzhen regained consciousness and looked at Xiao Shitou, puzzled. "Did you bring cabbage and radishes?"
Little Stone laughed foolishly, "They are all grown at home, they are not worth much."
Huang Wanzhen reached into her pocket and took out some money. "You have to make up for it to your uncle. We can't let your uncle do all the hard work and then give up the things. How much is it?"
Little Stone rubbed his hands and continued to smile, "Okay, I'll listen to the boss. They are all grown at home and are not worth much. You can give whatever you like. A dime or two is not too little, and a dollar or two is not too much."
Huang Wanzhen paused while taking out the money and glanced at Xiao Shitou. "You're trying to be cunning with me, right? I won't pay for this."
Huang Wanzhen also played tricks, bringing Xiao Shitou with her and finding Huang Dongshi and Dong Yuzhuo. "Mom! Second uncle! I've found all the people you asked me to find. This requires money! I spent all the money I had last night. Look at this..."
Huang Wanzhen spread her hands and sighed helplessly, "It's like what they say, everyone loves money! Without money, nothing can be done!"
"I have it!" Dong Yuzhuo was about to take out the money, but Mrs. Huang stopped him. "No, no, there's no reason for you to pay. I have it, Wanzhen, come back to the yard with me to get it."
Huang Wanzhen respectfully followed Huang Dongshi back to the courtyard. As soon as Huang Dongshi closed the door, they began to discuss the matter. "Your grandfather passed away at 3:30 am. Now it's daybreak. It would be bad if we didn't inform the Huang family members."
Huang Wanzhen wanted to roll her eyes again. "Mom, didn't you say to leave it to me? Leave it to me and don't worry about it. Do you have money? If not, I'll go find my second uncle!" Huang Wanzhen was about to walk towards the door, but Mrs. Huang Dong quickly reached out to stop her and started scolding her in a low voice, "Why are you so stupid? Asking your second uncle for money for the Huang family's funeral? You are so wicked!"
Huang Dongshi, who was scolding her vigorously, looked up and saw Huang Wanzhen's tired face. Her words stopped abruptly. She raised her hand and touched Huang Wanzhen's face, saying distressedly, "Mom has plenty of money. Don't worry, I'll give it to you right away."
When Huang Wanzhen went out, she swung her arms and walked with her legs spread wide. When Little Stone saw her, he couldn't help but praise her, "What a rich person."
"Look here, ten dollars, not a dollar less. I'll pay your uncle and the others after we finish working." Huang Wanzhen raised her right hand, and Little Stone hurriedly stretched out both hands to catch it. The crisp sound of dollars clattering echoed, and dollars fell into her hands one by one. Little Stone hunched over and held them. That's right! The sound of real dollars! His favorite sound!
But a quarter of an hour later, Huang Wanzhen, who had returned to Rongyang Hall, heard the sound of firecrackers. After the sound of the firecrackers, there was funeral music. The mixed sounds of drums, gongs, and suona were heavy and loud, which shook Huang Wanzhen away from her sleepiness.
Just after the hour of Chen, people began to come to pay their respects.
The main hall of the front hall was set up as a mourning hall, with two coffins placed at the back. People, both familiar and unfamiliar, threw paper money into the brazier, bowed or kowtowed, and then walked up to Mrs. Huang and said, "My condolences."
Zheng Ruqing arrived at 9:00 PM. He looked around and found Huang Wanzhen. He stuffed a dollar into her hand and said, "I got the news too late and didn't have time to buy the offerings. You set the table on behalf of the Zheng family."
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