The time was coming, and Yu did not want to delay it. He called Old Man Xiao and pulled Qin out of bed. After hearing what she said, Qin quickly cleaned up herself.

She lived all her life and naturally knew that things were priorities. Now, no matter what, there was no big deal about the old man being buried.

The joy of the mourning outside was still blowing, as if it was not a stop.

There were more than a dozen middle-aged and young men standing at the door of the main hall. They called over to carry the coffin. As long as they called, they could not refuse the task of carrying the coffin.

Of course, carrying the coffin is not in vain. After all, the chef will personally arrange a table of food and drink wine. Not only that, he will also receive a gift.

The sound of mourning music stopped for a while under the host's call. When the coffin was lifted, mourning music started to ring. Then a huge lineup lined up and headed towards the small hillside north of the village.

Li Mujin and others were also among them, lowering their heads, not saying anything in response to the situation, but just taking care of older people like Yu. They would not cry and would not say anything. After all, the wife of the grandson, who was two generations apart.

On the day of the burial, the sun was almost shining brightly from morning to noon when I left home. Who knew that the sky was gloomy halfway through the way, and then it drizzled for a moment.

The rain was not heavy, so it only took a moment, but it did not affect the funeral people. The crying sounds were still there, and the funeral music was still there. When it arrived at the small hillside behind the village, a grave pit had been dug at the Yu family's ancestral tomb.

The coffin fell down and the rope was removed. Qin took the lead in crying in front of the grave for a long time, until the gravel and soil covered the coffin ridges into a small mound.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Jingyu and others piled up the stones that had been prepared on it little by little to form a grave. In the end, Xiao Yuanshan took a few pieces of burning paper and pressed them on the grave with stones.

Yu and Qin, who were about to faint, cried several times, were still squatting in front of the grave and crying, while the rest of the people left 66.

In front of the last grave, there were only members of the Xiao family and the Qin family.

Seeing that Qin was almost crying, Old Man Xiao gave Niu and Nian a wink, pulled the two of them up, and carried them to the village.

When they returned, most of the funeral feast had dispersed.

The whole yard was in a mess. Except for a table of people carrying coffins, they were eating and drinking, and the other tables were full of leftover rice dumplings, and a few wild dogs who came from somewhere to smell were walking around the yard.

"Let's go and cook some food."

After a busy whole morning, not only Qin and Yu, but also everyone else didn't even eat hot rice.

When Du saw that Niu and Nian were supporting Qin, Yu returned to the house, so she took Li Mujin and Li Qian to the pot she had temporarily set up to cook.

There are still many ingredients that are not used, but there is no shortage of food.

They were so hungry that they didn't want to do complicated things. Seeing that there was cooked food, Du chose some and put in a pot of hand-rolled noodles.

"You guys eat first, I'll give the food to my uncle and bring it over."

After the meal was prepared, Du served a portion for Old Man Xiao and several men, and placed it on the square table that Li Qian and Xiao Xintong had packed.

She also served Li Mujin. After a while of busyness, she carried a tray, served a few bowls of noodles, and walked into the main hall.

From morning to now, although Li Mujin has not been busy with anything, it is probably because of the crowds, and she feels very tired all over.

Now that she finally had a hot meal, she didn't want to go far, so she took the bowl and found a little bit of food.
Chapter completed!