Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 456 Funeral (4)

There are mats on both sides of the coffin. At this time, the Zhou family brothers and sisters are all there. Man Bao looked around. They wanted to sit with the eldest sister, but they were caught by Zhou Dalang. Remember to return the gift when the guests come to memorial service. Do you know how to return the gift?"

  Man Bao hesitated and nodded.

  The old Zhou family did not have a funeral, but other families in the village did it. Man Bao also went there, knowing that the dutiful son on both sides would bend down and bow his head in return.

  As soon as it was light, some guests came to the door with a dien ceremony. The Qian family came first, and then some people in the village.

  Many people in Lao Zhou’s family and the village borrowed tables, chairs and benches. Knowing that there were many people eating, they simply laid out along the road in front of Lao Zhou’s house under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

  Meals were also distributed to the neighbors’ homes for cooking, each responsible for ten tables, so that the chopped meat was distributed to one family, and there were bags of flour mixed with wheat bran...

  No one thinks this is wrong. If so many people are invited, who is not a big family, who can hold a banquet with all white flour and white rice?

  Not to mention, this is the first year after the disaster.

When the real funeral was started, Lao Zhou and Qian did not care about it. Even the sons and daughters of the old Zhou family did not intervene. Outside, the Xiao Qian led a few wives and the old people in the village to do it together. Down.

  Lao Zhou helped Qian out, and the two of them also sat beside the coffin, but they were not wearing sackcloth, but tied a white linen cloth around their waists.

  From time to time, the two of them threw some millet knots into the brazier, and their eyes were a little red.

  All the villagers who came to worship, the husband and the wife solemnly returned a salute.

  The people of the Zhang family saw that Lao Zhoutou and Qian Shi were bending over and thanking the people who had only been incense. As soon as they looked up, they met with each other's eyes.

  Lao Zhou's head pressed his wife's hand, put on his shoes and walked out, "Cousin, cousin, are you here?"

  The boss frowned, "You are a brother, why are you sitting there too?"

  The second child of Zhang looked around and said, "Big brother, do you care about him, and you still feel guilty in my cousin. By the way, cousin, where do we sit?"

  A young man came up and said: "It's the cousin of the Zhang family, come and come, your table is in the yard, and I will lead you."

  The second child of Zhang gave the small bag he brought to the person who collected the ceremony at the door. Without name, he walked over with his hands on his back and glanced at the table and said, "This table is not enough."

The words came to an end, and the people behind the Zhang family finally arrived. A lot of people came in, men, women, and children. One of them was still in his arms, looking only seven or eight. It looks like a month old.

  Don’t talk about one table, three tables may not be able to sit down.

  Lao Zhou stared blankly, staring at these people he knew or didn’t know.

  Qian's brows twitched, but she didn't speak or get up. Instead, she grabbed a handful of millet knots and threw them into the brazier, making it crackle and fire.

   Thinking of the steamed buns and vegetables that so many people are about to eat, Lao Zhou's heart aches, stretches out his hand to hold Boss Zhang, and asks aside: "Cousin, who are these? How many do I not know?"

  The boss of Zhang's face sank, and said: "So you married your daughter-in-law and forgot your mother. Which one is not your cousin? Those two belong to the cousin's house, and that one belongs to the second aunt's house..."

   "Second aunt?" Lao Zhou's head and face were a little dark, "Isn't my grandpa and grandma just my mother and daughter? Why is there a second aunt?"

   "It's a cousin!"

  Damn it!

  Lao Zhou almost couldn't help but yelled. He was unable to speak with his mouth pumping, and his heartache was so painful.

  But he has a lot of psychological activities, staring at Boss Zhang, if it weren’t because this was his uncle’s son, he really wanted, really wanted...

  Lao Zhou closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Cousin, you sit first, sit first, no, that's not right, first give your second brother incense..."

"Shangxiang for a while," Zhang Lao Er, who came over with a bowl of water, said dissatisfied: "I said, cousin, it's almost noon, and your meal hasn't started yet? We went out early in the morning. I’m hungry early, should I eat something first and then serve it?"

  "Yes, yes, yes," an old lady holding a child said with a sad look: "We adults can be hungry, but children can't be hungry."

  Old Zhoutou turned around and was about to leave, the village chief finally squeezed in from outside and quickly said: "Quickly, quickly, this is Zhang's cousin, it has been gone for many years, how is your health?"

"Okay."

"How can it be considered okay? Look, Uncle Xiao Yin is younger than your son. You actually came in person. Uncle Yin knows how happy he is. Come, let's give Xiao Yin first. Uncle Yin puts on the incense sticks, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare meals for you first."

Finally calmed down the Zhang family, the village head pulled Lao Zhou's head aside, sweating profusely: "Uncle Jin, today is the big day of Uncle Yin, you have to suppress your temper, don't you just come Do you have more people, forbearance, forbearance and forbearance."

"How can I bear it? His family gave me three tables, and three tables may not be able to sit down," Old Zhou said angrily, "He is my uncle's family. It's fine. Then I got the son of the uncle and cousin who has turned so many turns. How much do I have with them, and how much do I have with them?"

   "Okay, okay, it's your mind when you come."

Only then did Old Zhou sink his breath, and barely swallowed the breath, but before the breath came out, Uncle Lai’s son brought two small bags over, and he said with embarrassment: "Brother Jin, What do you think about this?"

  He opened the bag and let Old Zhou look at it.

  Lao Zhou saw the contents at first glance, and almost didn't come up in one breath.

  The head of the village was so frightened that he hurriedly helped him. In fact, seriously speaking, Lao Zhoutou's age is not too young, so don't be angry.

  Thu Lang, who was sitting relatively outside, couldn't help but dipped his shoes and ran down, and asked, "Father, what's the matter with you?"

  Lai Uncle’s son showed him the bag. Chu Lang looked confused. Isn’t this the small cloth bag that people usually use to hold money and food?

  He opened it directly, and his eyes widened when he saw a few grains of wheat mixed in a large pile of tawny bran inside.

  Whose home came to eat so as to give gifts?

  It's better not to send it!

  Thursday Lang's bag went together, and asked angrily, "Whose one sent it?"

  Lai Uncle's son quietly pointed to Zhang's family not far away, "A total of two bags were sent..."

  Thursuro looked at the Zhang family who had occupied three tables but couldn't sit down, and the Zhang family who was crowding people out at the next table remained silent.

  That's his grandmother's maiden's family. Whoever comes, he has to be called Uncle Cousin. What can I say?

  Thursday Lang sneaked to see his father.

  (End of this chapter)