Ruifu saw that Wang Ying had not moved yet. He walked over and reached out to take the urn in Wang Ying's hand. "Sister-in-law, can I put it away?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Wang Ying hid aside, she wanted to see off Shi Dayong in person.

Wang Ying glanced at the smiling Shi Dayong again, then stepped into the grave pit, knelt down on one knee, and carefully placed Shi Dayong in the grave pit.

Wang Ying's eyes were filled with tears, and she was rubbing Shi Dayong's photo with her fingertips. There was a circle of people standing around the tomb, no one said anything, and they were all watching Yingzi and the children.

Sibling Shi Ke cried all the way, and their voices were hoarse when they got here. An An and Xiang Xiang had already held back their tears, and Nian Nian didn't even know how to cry. She knelt side by side with her three sisters. Only Shi Ke was still sobbing.

I would wipe my tears with the back of my hand from time to time.

Sister-in-law Yang lifted up her clothes and wiped her tears, "Oh, it's so pitiful. Look, it's been three years and the child is still so young. I don't know how Wang Ying lives?"

"Who says it isn't?" Someone next to him answered, "Look at those two little ones, they are obviously not sensible."

Shan Zhuang saw that his sister had not moved for a long time. He stretched out his hand to Wang Ying and urged: "Yingzi, come up."

"Dayong, I'm leaving." Wang Ying muttered silently, wiping his fingers across the corners of Shi Dayong's curved eyes, and then grabbed Shan Zhuang's hand and came out of the grave.

"Sealing the coffin——"

After hearing Ruicheng's chanting, Ruifu and Shanzhuang worked together to carry the stone slab to cover the tomb pit.

The next step was to fill the soil. Ruifu said to Ruisheng: "Lao Wu, bring the iron lift!"

"Here we come." Rui Sheng hurriedly sent over three iron shovels and filled the soil with Rui Quan and Shan Ling. After a while, a small tomb was piled up.

Rui Quan patted the soil on the tomb with an iron stick to make the tomb smoother. He walked around the tomb to make sure that there was no need to disturb the soil, and then put the iron tip aside.

"Nian Nian, come here." Ruicheng waved to his nephew.

At this moment, Nian Nian was sticking her butt out, kneeling on the ground and wrestling with a small black beetle in front of her.

It was cold in winter, and all the bugs hibernated in the soil at this time. When Ruicheng dug the grave, he dug it out, and before he could get back into the soil, it was frozen to death. The place where Nian Nian knelt was just right.

Seeing the little bug, he touched the beetle with his little finger. The beetle didn't move. He turned the bug over again. The bug was still motionless on all fours. This bug couldn't really be dead, could it? Nian Nian turned it over again.

It turned over, lit its hindquarters and pushed forward, but the little bug still didn't move. Nian Nian said in her heart: I don't believe you haven't moved all this time. He was about to use his big move to pick up the bug and throw it into the sky when he heard two

Uncle called him.

Nian Nian raised her little head and saw that her second uncle was still waving to him. She didn't care about his bug anymore, got up and ran towards Ruicheng.

"Second uncle." Nian Nian stood beside Ruicheng, carrying the spiritual flag.

Ruicheng made a gesture, "Good boy, put the spiritual flag in your hand on the grave."

"Is that so?" Nian Nian imitated her second uncle and placed the spiritual flag on the grave.

The soil of the new tomb was soft, and even though Nian Nian was a young person, the spiritual flag pole was successfully erected on top of the tomb.

"Yes, that's it." Ruicheng supported the spiritual flag to make sure it was firmly placed. He patted the dirt on his hands, turned to Ruifu and said, "Okay, Third Brother, go and unload all the things on the car.

Come down."

There were a lot of things tied up, and a large pile of paper was placed in front of the tomb. After it was lit, the flames reached as high as a person, and in a moment, everything was reduced to ashes.

The ceremony is over, and a person's life has come to an end.

Ruicheng stood on the ridge of the field, kicked the dirt on his feet, and said to the Shi Ke siblings: "Ke Ke, lead your brothers and sisters to kowtow to your father three more times, and then we will go home."

Sun Xiufang sent the funeral procession out of the gate. She stood at the door, looking at the back of the person who was getting away, and tears welled up in her sour eyes.

Xiuzhi is much sadder than Sun Xiufang today. Although Shi Dayong has been dead for three years, Xiuzhi only knew about it not long ago. In her heart, this is no different from the death of Shi Dayong just now. She feels sorry for her daughter and how pitiful she is.

There were two grandchildren, and the loud cries of the four children made her heart feel tight and painful, and tears dripped down her face.

"Alas~" Zhou Ronghua sighed, stood between the two of them, and said to them: "Go back."

"Yes." Sun Xiufang wiped her tears with the palm of her hand and patted Xiuzhi's hand, "My dear, don't be sad. Let's go."

At the same time, Wang Youyuan and Shi Gengtian were sitting in the yard, their eyes following the paper money floating in the yard. A piece of paper money flew over and landed next to Wang Youyuan. He picked it up, folded it over and over, and remained silent for a long time.

He still asked the question in his heart, "Brother Shi, Dayong has been gone for three years, why hasn't he been buried yet?"

Shi Gengtian knew that Wang Youyuan would ask about this matter. He only found out about the fact that his eldest nephew had not been buried not long ago. Speaking of it, Ruicheng and the others did something wrong. When Shi Dayong returned home, he could not get in.

Entering the ancestral tomb, no matter what, they should come and ask him as the uncle, but none of the nephews informed him. At that time, he thought Ruicheng had taken several younger brothers and sent Dayong directly to the ancestral tomb.

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In any case, Ruicheng's family name is Shi, and he is a family member. Shi Gengtian doesn't want to say anything wrong about his nephews in front of his relatives. He will spit out the mouth of his pipe and knock the pipe pot on the sole of his shoe. After the ashes inside are wiped out, he will

I pinched a pinch of shredded tobacco and filled it in.

Shi Gengtian struck a match, lit the dry smoke, and handed it to Wang Youyuan, "Uncle Wang, would you like a bag?"

Wang Youyuan waved his hand, "No."

Shi Gengtian bit the dry tobacco bag again and took several puffs. He sighed, and white smoke came out from his nose, eyes and mouth, "Oh, Uncle Wang, look at this house. My brother is leaving."

Later, everyone blamed Dayong for worrying about the family. Later, Dayong disappeared, and the family seemed to be broken up. Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and maybe they didn’t understand the rules. They ignored Dayong’s affairs and blamed me.

, I wish I had asked more."

Wang Youyuan doesn't agree with saying that he doesn't understand the rules. They are all natives and they are not young at all. How could they not even understand the rule that people should be buried in peace after death?

Wang Youyuan was not satisfied with this answer. Being busy is not an excuse, and not knowing the rules is not a reason. To put it bluntly, the key to the problem is that the family seems to have broken up. No one should want to worry about this.

Wang Youyuan knew that Dayong had worried about his brothers a lot when he was alive. He felt aggrieved for Shi Dayong in his heart. As the eldest brother, he only thought about giving, but he didn't expect that everyone would die and he wouldn't even get any reward.

Wang Youyuan was so worried that he stood up and said, "I'm going to go outside for a walk." Then he went out with his hands behind his back.

Sister Sun Xiufang sat across from each other and wiped her tears for a while. Sun Xiufang looked at the sun in the sky and stood up hurriedly, "Oh, it's time to prepare the dishes." As she said this, she picked up the dishes on the table and began to pick and wash them.

Various ingredients for lunch.

Zhou Ronghua and Xiuzhi definitely couldn't stand idly by. The three of them talked while picking vegetables. When the army came back from the ancestral graves, they had almost finished cleaning the vegetables.

Today, not many people came to the Shi family. They only wanted to have their own people, so they didn't hire a cook to run the party.

In rural areas, men are also called laborers, and laborers are those who work hard. Small things like cooking seem to have become the patent of women.

Shi Dayong entered the ancestral grave, and Wang Ying was relieved of her worries. When she returned home, three elderly people were busy in the kitchen. She hurriedly let go of her hands, stepped forward and said: "Mother, aunt, you are so stupid."

Just go and rest, I'll come."

Yue Ya quickly washed her hand and took the kitchen knife from Xiuzhi's hand. "Mom, go talk to my aunt. Just leave this place to the three of us."

He Xiaoxia touched the back of Xiaohai's head and said, "Mom, go help with the cooking. You go and play with Niannian."

Nian Nian had already forgotten what happened just now. He took Xiao Hai's hand and ran into the house to play.

Shi Ke and his sister cried all morning. When the cold wind blew, their faces turned red. Wang Ying felt uncomfortable and said to Shi Ke: "Keke, get some water and wipe the faces of your brothers and sisters. There is something on the bedside."

Cream, don’t forget to apply it after wiping your face.”

"Hey." Shi Ke agreed and turned to leave. Wang Ying called out to her again, "Keke, please take off the filial piety cloth from your head. Please help take off those from your younger brothers and sisters."

The ceremony has ended, but the four children still have mourning cloths tied on their heads and long ribbons hanging behind their heads, making it difficult for them to do anything.

There were many people today. During lunch, two tables were divided, one for men and one for women and children. The women’s table ate quickly. After the meal, He Xiaoxia went home first with her two children, Xiuzhi and Sun Xiufang.

A few people rested in Ruiquan's room first.

The men ate slowly because they had to drink two glasses of wine, and Wang Ying served them with tea and water.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the main room to chat. Wang Ying refilled a cup of hot water for everyone. She thought about it and said, "Uncle, Dad, my vacation is here, and the children are about to start school. It's okay."

We will pack up and go back tomorrow."

Wang Youyuan was startled. He really couldn't bear to leave his daughter, "It's time to leave so soon? I don't think it will be many days before you come back!"

"It's been quite a few days, and I've been delayed for several days on the way back and forth. After I got back, the children also calmed down. An'an hasn't finished her winter vacation homework yet." After Wang Ying finished speaking, he turned to Ruicheng and the others, "We have a year

At most, I will only come back once. On the 15th day of the Qingming Festival, although we burn paper at the crossroads, I still want to trouble you to fill in the soil for your elder brother and give some paper money when you visit the grave."

Ruicheng patted his chest and promised, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, we will burn paper for my eldest brother every Qingming Festival."

Ruicheng said beautifully. In fact, no one would think of filling Shi Dayong's grave with soil every year when visiting the grave. A hundred years later, Wang Ying's parents and mother-in-law would not go back to their hometown. Many years later, Nian Nian would come back.
Chapter completed!