Joy and mourning

An Ning was lying on the door frame, looking at Master Tang who was skillfully climbing up the wall, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Master Tang, can you give me some garlic in exchange?"

"Sure, wait!"

Master Tang's head disappeared from the wall. In the Jiang family's yard, he got off a bench, walked briskly back to the house, and took a small basin.

Jiang Xia, who came back from a walk, watched Master Tang skillfully climb the wall, come down, and then took a small basin to a small sauce jar in the yard. He took a colander and fished out a spoonful of pickled brain melon.

Jiang Xia stepped forward and squatted on the left side of Master Tang, while Dahuang squatted on the right.

"Your life has been very rich this month?"

"If I hadn't known you before, I would have thought you were a different person."

At this time, Master Tang no longer had the formality of a noble man in a long gown, and exuded the aura of a down-to-earth gourmet from head to toe.

Master Tang put the lid on the jar, pressed it with a stone skillfully and said, "I know how to distinguish the inside from the outside. Can my family members do the same?"

"It's so tiring to always pretend."

Master Tang took the bowl, walked out of the yard, and went to An's house by familiar routes.

Looking at the familiar faces, Jiang Xia could guess how frequently the two families had been visiting each other this month.

Within a minute, Jiang Xia heard An Ning's voice.

He stood on Master Tang's bench with a little curiosity and watched An Ning and Master Tang talking.

“So delicious.”

An Ning took a small head of garlic with her hand, ate it with a bang, and shook her head in enjoyment.

Master Tang was sitting on a small bench, talking to An Ning. As for Yushu Qian's cornbread, it wasn't ready yet.

It was not easy for Jiang Xia to eavesdrop on the wall, so he went down first.

More than half an hour later, Master Tang came back with a plate of eight steamed buns.

It was obvious that both families had just finished eating, but the fragrant steamed buns were hot and steaming. Everyone couldn't help but eat one, and then two.

At night, everyone slept a little late to digest.

At four o'clock in the morning, An's door was banged.

The big rooster is the most alert. When it crows, the rhubarb next door also starts barking.

At this moment, everyone from Anjia and Jiangxia got up.

An Sancheng was the first to run out, and he was seen saying "Ah" at the door, followed by "Hmm" and "Hmm", etc. The person at the door ran away first, and An Sancheng also ran into the house.

"An Ning, get dressed and go out with me!"

"What's wrong?"

Lin Cuihua held An Sancheng's coat in her hand, and An Sancheng put it on anxiously.

"Third Master is dying. I want to see An Ning at roll call."

"What? Qingming Festival is fine, isn't it? It just happened yesterday."

Lin Cuihua's mind went blank and she couldn't believe it.

Although the Third Master is no longer in charge, he is the eldest person in the An family and the senior one.

The entire village of Shiligou was able to survive that difficult time smoothly, and the Third Master was indispensable.

He is like the head of a family. When he is there, people will gather together.

Sometimes, when such a big family member disappears, the people below have no reason to get together, and gradually their hearts become distant.

An Sancheng didn't know the reason, but the Third Master was so old that everyone was not unprepared.

"peaceful---"

"Coming!"

After An Ning got dressed, she followed An Sancheng and ran out of the door.

"You three brothers are also ready. Please listen to the message."

"knew!"

On An Guoqing, several people were not fully dressed and were shouting back in the yard.

An Ning followed An Sancheng all the way to the Third Master's house.

The yard was full of people, almost all the heads of the same family.

"Peace is coming!"

"Get in quickly!"

"Third Master is waiting for you."

Everyone made way for An Ning, and An Ning walked in silently, walked into the low room, and saw the third master sitting on the Kang.

It was very different from what she had imagined.

She thought she would see an old man, dying and sad.

But the Third Master is in good spirits, he still has the kindest smile, the wise elder, and the most kind-hearted look at the younger generation he likes.

"Peace has come."

"Third Master."

An Ning shouted respectfully and stood by the kang.

The Third Master stretched out his withered hand, and An Ning handed it over to her in an understanding manner.

"Okay, I'm relieved to have you in the An family."

"An Ning, every family has a leader. Although you are young, you are very capable."

"I know it's unfair to entrust you with this important task."

"No, I do."

An Ning said it sincerely.

She understood a truth early on. After enjoying the shelter of her ancestors, when it's time for you to step forward, you must stand up.

Just like in the interstellar world, strong people will always protect the weak, and they will fight and struggle for the cubs of mankind, just for the continuation of the race.

An Ning's words made the Third Master feel more at ease.

He patted An Ning's arm with his other hand and kept saying hello.

The Third Master let go of his hand and said to Uncle An, "Call everyone in."

"yes."

Uncle An called the heads of the families outside to come into the house. The kitchen was full of people.

Everyone was waiting quietly, waiting for the Third Master to speak.

"My whole life has been full of ups and downs, and I have witnessed the rise and fall of our An family."

"Now that I'm gone, the An family needs another person to talk to, not to control what everyone does, but so that when there are real difficulties, we can be able to work together as a team and get through the difficulties."

"It is a folk custom in the village to go to An Dacheng when dealing with matters. When it comes to developing new policies, listen to An Ning."

"Do you have any comments?"

The room was quiet, no one spoke or had any opinions.

Uncle An's status is already very high. As for An Ning, it doesn't need the Third Master to talk about it, everyone will listen to it.

Nine out of ten people in the village are working in Anjia. If you don't listen to others, who can you listen to?

The Third Master continued to arrange his own funeral affairs, what to do and what to do.

After saying all this, the Third Master drove everyone away, leaving An Ning alone.

"Come here, kid."

An Ning stepped forward and waited for the Third Master to speak.

"I would like to thank you on behalf of our Anjia."

In An Ning's hand, there was a note.

She looked at the Third Master in confusion, and the Third Master silently said two words: Yours.

An Ning said nothing and walked out of the house without knowing what it was.

Next, Uncle An and others in the house put on the shroud for the Third Grandpa, and finally the Third Grandpa lay down in his coffin in advance.

He patted the coffin board with one hand and said, "Not bad, comfortable."

"I call it joy and mourning. I tell everyone who comes to be happy. I like this."

"It's good to be happy, let's settle down."

The Third Master slowly closed his eyes and walked away without any pain, feeling peaceful.

The suona in the village started playing, and the sound spread, and everyone in the village knew what was going on.
Chapter completed!