While eating, she took advantage of no one's attention to grab Mrs. Chen and whispered a few words into her ear, and Mrs. Chen slipped away to the end of the village.
"Mom, do we need to notify grandpa and the others?"
"Someone from the tribe will help notify them, and your aunt and other tribe leaders from outside the village will send people to notify them."
Oh, it turns out that this is what the tribe does. She thought that these were notified by her family.
"Your father and the others have to look after your grandfather. The clan leader is the old man's eldest brother. He will help with the trivial matters."
That's how it is.
"Mom, what should I do if I can't cry?"
The Song family was in a difficult situation. Their daughter and the old man did not have a deep relationship, and it would be difficult for them to cry for several days, and it would also hurt their eyes.
"Lower your head and howl a little."
Zhao Ruxin knelt in the yard and cursed in her heart. She had been kneeling for many days before Old Man Qian passed away, and her knees were still swollen. Now that her grandfather was gone, she had to continue kneeling and crying. Her tears had dried up a long time ago, okay?
The whole family knelt in the yard until dawn, then they got up and went into the house to rest, eat, and continue.
As far as Zhao Xiaoyu could remember, their family was quite well prepared. It seemed that many families in the village did not know how to rent mats. They knelt in the snow for several hours. That was a really cool feeling, and their tears were very real.
After the meal, they said they could no longer kneel in the yard as it was nearly closing time, so the funeral had to be hastily carried out.
After dinner, the three sons changed their father into mourning clothes and prepared a coffin that was about ten square meters in size. They carried the old man into the coffin, and everyone went to the main hall to keep vigil.
One morning, Zhao Xiaoyu found that her voice was hoarse, her legs were no longer her own, and her body was weak. She admired the Zhao family around her, especially her uncle and aunt, who seemed to be fine.
Near noon, Zhao Maiqi's family arrived. Ma Dacai supported Mai Hua, who was crying and trying to fall to the ground, and kept comforting her.
Zhao Xiaoyu was actually quite puzzled. She didn't understand why people here had to act as if they were unable to stand when they were mourning. She had no idea how many people had seen this since last night.
Watching her sigh at one funeral after another, it seemed like she still had a lot to learn.
"Mom, is it okay that grandpa was buried before my aunt came?"
"It's okay. The clan leader has nodded and decided. She won't make a fuss."
There were too many people in the family, and they had to keep vigil, so many people from the clan came to help spontaneously, plus the people bought by Zhao Dashu. Apart from occasionally exchanging a few words with mourners and listening to their words of comfort, it seemed that everyone's job was to kneel down and cry.
In the afternoon, the custom-made paper-made things arrived. We bought quite a lot of them, and the whole yard was filled with them. The atmosphere of the funeral became even stronger.
Ma Dacai stared at the servants of Zhao Dashu's family in the yard, feeling envious. He thought it would be great if all these people served him.
Zhao Maiqi was a little angry. Her father was gone, so why was the head of the family still running around? Didn’t she see that everyone was kneeling?
Doesn’t he feel anything when several people in the tribe look at him with lewd eyes? If he doesn't show his filial piety at this time, when will he show it?
Old Mrs. Sun sat in the mourning hall, staring at the old man's coffin in a daze. The man who had been chatting with her yesterday was gone now. She would never be able to talk to her or scold her again.
From then on, she was the only one left on the kang. She couldn't help feeling a little cold and pulled her cotton-padded jacket closer.
Alas, what is the purpose of life? This old man has suffered all his life and has been strong all his life, but what did he get in the end?
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