"You girl!" Mr. Tang laughed and nodded Song Qiu's head.
"Okay, let's start with the village school first. If I really need your help, my grandpa won't be polite to you."
"It should, it should." Song Qiu really thought so.
Songshan Village is her home, and she will live here for the rest of her life. These villagers are so cute and easy to get along with. She should help, so why not?
Hello everyone is really good.
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Wangcai's daughter-in-law was pregnant with her first child. She had a seizure in the afternoon and didn't give birth until midnight.
It was a big fat boy, and it was originally a happy event.
But it is a pity that God also played tricks. What a coincidence, Wangcai's mother heard her grandson's loud cry when her grandson was born, and left without taking a breath.
Before there is time to rejoice at the wonderful happy event, there comes the funeral.
Wangcai Niang has been bedridden for seven or eight years, relying on medicinal soup to survive. The doctor also said that she will close her eyes at any time, at most this year.
So the Wangcai family is also mentally prepared for this.
I just didn't expect that my grandson would die right after he was born, so I felt a little unlucky.
During the panic in the middle of the night, every family in the village sent someone to help after receiving the news.
The shroud has been prepared long ago.
It is very particular to wear a shroud for the deceased. Usually it is worn by one's children, daughter-in-law or significant other.
It must be put on immediately after death.
There were also people who helped carry torches to Wangcai's grandpa's house to report his funeral.
Extremely busy.
Old Yuan was busy all afternoon until midnight, and was very tired. When Mei Lan came next door to help take care of her son and Wangcai's wife, she yawned and went home to rest.
Song Qiu and Aling carried the lamp together to pick up Old Yuan and return home.
It was going to be daybreak soon. Song and Qiu had gone to bed in the middle of the night. When they got home, they watched Old Yuan eat a bowl of noodles and fall asleep, but they didn't go back to sleep.
Soon it was dawn, and Song Qiu asked Du Chuanfu to drive the carriage to Ping'an Market to buy some incense candles and paper money.
I'll go to Meng's house later to see him die, that is, to pay his respects.
The custom in their area is that when someone in a family dies, upon hearing the news, neighbors and relatives from far and wide come to pay their respects.
When Du Chuanfu bought the incense candles and paper money, Song Qiu took Aling to Meng's house to see his death.
At this time, the Meng family had hung up white banners all around, and a mourning hall had been set up in the main room. Wangcai's grandfather and his family came, and Wangcai's mother-in-law also came to help take care of their daughter and grandson.
Other people in the village had helped him back home, and now there were people who came to see him dead again.
Wangcai and his younger brother Wanggouzi knelt in front of the mourning hall. Song Qiu entered the main room, handed over the incense and candles, took paper money and burned them in the brazier, and bowed three times to the mourning hall.
Seeing that Wang Gouzi's eyes were swollen into bubble eyes and his nose was red, he couldn't help but sigh.
This child, yesterday, was still talking about how he wanted to study hard and find a good job in the future to earn more money so that he could buy medicine for his mother.
It was just night, and his mother went away.
Things in the world are unpredictable. No one knows whether tomorrow or the accident will come first.
There has been no funeral in the village for a long time. For example, Wangcai Niang died of illness. She was not very old, so it was not considered a happy funeral, but it was even more sad.
Old Yuan had already woken up after a nap, and was currently sitting on a small stool on the eaves steps in a daze. When he saw Song Qiu coming back, he waved her over to sit next to her.
"Why don't you sleep more, grandma?" Song Qiu couldn't help but worry, looking at the green circles under her grandma's eyes.
Old Yuan shook her head, feeling a little depressed, "Ms. Wangcai has been tortured by illness for seven or eight years, and it suddenly passed away. It may be a relief for her, but the people watching are just gone. It's called
People also feel a little uncomfortable."
Song Qiuzhi must have thought of her deceased grandfather, father, and mother. She lost her husband when she was young and lost her son in middle age. Her mother was probably the last person to see anyone pass away.
She reached out and held Old Yuan's hands, "Mom, in a few days it will be my grandpa's fiftieth birthday. When he goes to pay homage to his grave, I will buy him a big house, a carriage, and more.
Servant, burn it for him, what do you think?"
There was some fluctuation in Old Yuan's eyes. He also held Song Qiu's hand and nodded: "Okay, remember to buy a doctor. Your father and your parents are all sick. They are not in good health. There is a doctor."
I feel relieved to have the doctor by my side."
"Don't forget to buy more good clothes for your father, and your mother. She was still thinking about money the day she died. If she hadn't earned money, she wouldn't have been exhausted. With money,
Our family won’t be living in such a miserable state, so burn some more paper money for your mother and tell her that our family now has money and won’t be suffering anymore.”
Song Qiu nodded in agreement, "Hey! I remembered it!"
After breakfast, Old Yuan felt better and carried a basket of eggs to Meng's house.
Song Qiu and Aling then drove the carriage to the town.
All the way to the dessert shop, just when I sat down to have a cup of fruit tea and take a break, two women came in with three teenagers from outside.
"Is your boss here?"
Hearing this voice, Song Qiuhe looked over from the other door and saw that it was the lady from yesterday, so he stood up and greeted her.
Mao turned around and saw Song Qiu, grinned, and pulled the woman over.
"Oh, Miss Song, you must have been waiting for a long time."
"No, I just came." Song Qiu asked a few people to sit down.
Although Mao was a little puzzled about the matter of having a longevity peach with him, but he didn't show any signs of it, and he politely asked Xi Meier to serve tea to a few of them.
Of course, if she could predict in advance what these two Mao's would do next, she wouldn't be so polite as to invite them to tea.
But she didn't know that yet.
He looked at Mrs. Mao, then at Mrs. Mao's sister-in-law, and said politely: "I wonder, aunt, how many tens of years will your father's birthday be? What kind of birthday do you plan to have?"
Mao's sister-in-law looked Song Qiu up and down, then a look of satisfaction appeared on her face, and she kept nodding.
After being pulled by Mao, she came back to her senses and said: "Sixty birthday, I have never seen this longevity peach before. I heard my sister-in-law said that the Qi family's longevity peach looked very grand yesterday. I think they are all
It’s my sixtieth birthday, otherwise I’ll do the same thing!”
There are no requirements for this.
Song Qiu nodded after hearing this, "Okay, then I don't know when it will be required? The date has been set, and our shop needs to do it one day in advance."
Mao's sister-in-law waved her hand, "It's still early, we have to go after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Song Qiu:...She thought it just happened in the past few days.
So why do we have to talk about it in such a hurry today?
Really... idle?
The business of her shop is not so good that she needs to arrange orders several months in advance.
Although he thought so in his heart, Song Qiu still had a smile on his face, "Okay, our store will take note of it, but then we have to ask Auntie to come back a few days in advance to let her know."
After all, it takes too long, and who knows if there will be any changes along the way.
Mao's sister-in-law nodded repeatedly to express her understanding.
Song Qiu thought that after things were settled, it was time to leave. She still had to go to the porcelain shop.
Unexpectedly, the other party had no intention of leaving right now.
Song Qiu was puzzled and saw Mao laughing so hard that her eyes crinkled, "Miss Song will be fifteen this year, right?"