This morning, Jia Weidong had just returned to the woodshed from the space, when noisy voices and sad cries came from outside the courtyard door!

"What happened?"

Thinking in my mind, I put on my tattered cotton jacket and tattered cotton trousers, buttoned them up, and walked out of the hospital

This is?

There was a large group of people outside the courtyard gate of my house. They were all neighbors in the village. There was a cart in the middle of the crowd. There was a person pulled on the cart, who was covered with a white cloth. There were seven or eight people in front and behind the cart. The leader was

A middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties was holding a little boy of five or six years old, followed by a young woman in her twenties with a child in her arms, and behind her were four others in their twenties and thirties.

These young people seemed familiar, but Jia Weidong was sure he didn’t recognize any of them!

"What's going on? What happened? Why did you bring the dead man to your door?" Jia Weidong looked confused and confused

"Sister-in-law, what are you...?"

At this time Jia's father and eldest brother helped Mr. Jia out.

"Dad, my life is so hard. Your eldest grandson, my great eldest son, Dongxu..."

Before Mr. Jia could get closer, the middle-aged woman in the lead screamed and rushed towards Mr. Jia. She knelt down in front of Mr. Jia and started crying. Listening to the content of the cry and the comments from the people around her,

Jia Weidong also gradually understood that the deceased was the son of the original uncle’s family!

It turns out that I did have an uncle who joined the army during the war. After liberation, he changed his job and worked in a steel rolling mill in Beijing. Later, there was a fire in the steel rolling mill workshop. He died in the line of duty while fighting the fire and was buried in the back hill of the village. Later, his cousin

Take over, no, there was an accident again, someone was killed while operating under the influence of alcohol.

Since the uncle's death, the two families haven't interacted with each other for almost seven or eight years, so the original person doesn't have much memory of the uncle's family.

The deceased was the oldest, and no matter how many years they had not interacted with each other, they were still a family. Jia's father let the people and the cart into the yard, and then went out to find someone for help. Jia Chen let everyone into the main room and ordered Jia Yi to bring tea and pour water.

Instructing his third sister to make more breakfast, Jia Weidong stood aside, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, thinking constantly in his mind.

"Cousin? Dongxu? Jia Dongxu? Auntie? Jia Zhang?" Why do these people look like the characters in the TV series "Love in the Courtyard" that I watched in my previous life? "The one who is stout and wearing a green cotton-padded jacket"

Is it Silly Zhu? The one with the mustache is Xu Damao? That’s Yan Jiecheng? The other one is Liu Guangqi?

Is that fat little boy a jerk?

"What's your name?" Jia Weidong asked the little boy.

"My name is Bangge" the little boy replied, not afraid of being born at all

"What a mess! It's really true!"

"The one wearing a blue floral cotton-padded jacket, with long braids, willow eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, enchanting figure, and charming appearance is Qin Huairu? Is she my cousin-in-law now?"

"It shouldn't be." According to the plot, Jia Dongxu didn't die so soon. He should have been injured at home for two or three years, and died of illness after Qin Huairu became pregnant with little Sophora japonica. Why did he die all of a sudden now? Where is Little Sophora japonica? Could it be?

Is it influenced by the wings of my little butterfly?

After a while, Sanmei had breakfast ready, including sweet potato stick porridge. Everyone sat down to eat. The group of people had walked for seven or eight hours and were already tired and hungry. After eating, they arranged for Silly Zhu, Xu Damao and the others to rest.

Jia's mother and Sanmei continued to prepare lunch. There were some things they didn't have at home, so they had to borrow some from the neighbors. The Jia family was afraid that this time there would be a lot of famine.

Jia's father went to the old carpenter's house in the village and asked for a thin-skinned coffin. Several office workers in the village helped carry it back, and they were busy burying Jia Dongxu. There were no Taoist priests, and there was no band. There was no need for big things these days.

, will be reported for feudal superstition

Lunch is also simple, including steamed buns with white flour, stewed chicken with potatoes, two large pots with only one chicken, which is barely a meat dish, stewed vermicelli with cabbage, and radish soup.

After lunch, the next step was to prepare for the funeral. Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu lay on the coffin again and cried. Everyone was trying to persuade them to pull away. The coffin bearers were in front, and Jia Weidong followed a group of people.
Chapter completed!