The Ugly Woman's Country Life: The Mountain Man Loves His Wife to the Extreme <<< Chapter 1419: Head of the Family

"Is this a sleep paralysis demon? When did I become so helpless?"

As Yang Ruqing stretched and got dressed, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

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When combing her hair, Mrs. Sun came in from outside.

The woman still held a basin of water for washing her face.

"Hey, you're up? I was just about to come call you!"

She said, placing the basin on the washstand in the corner and turning to Yang Ruohui, as she outlined today's schedule.

“Your grandfather told me before that after your lunch, you should go to the old house and ask the accountant to sit down and record all the villagers and relatives who came to pay their respects on paper.” Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing listened attentively, committing every word to memory.

My uncle passed away, and my older brother and several uncles are helping to arrange the funeral affairs at the ancestral hall.

Here at home, things like relatives and friends coming to pay their respects, as well as the food and drinks we serve them...

These all need to be taken care of by people.

There's a saying in the countryside: When the drums and gongs of the ancestral hall resound, the family is controlled by outsiders.

It's just this logic.

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Lao Yang's head wouldn't trust others from the same clan to take charge, and he was getting old and couldn't handle it himself, so he thought of her.

These, in fact, Yang Yongxian and they had already privately told her last night, she was mentally prepared.

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"Alright, I'll go to the ancestral hall first and then head to the old house to listen to grandpa's orders." Yang Ruqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded and walked over, helping Yang Ruohua secure the back of her hair with a white flower.

“Still staying at the ancestral hall today, and performing rituals tomorrow,” Mrs. Sun continued.

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“It is said that they invited the Taoist priests from Zhangjia Village, six of them in total. They will have lunch tomorrow and start the rituals in the afternoon.”

"Tomorrow night, none of us can sleep. We have to stay up all night at the ancestral hall."

"You should go to bed early tonight, you hear?" Mrs. Sun reminded him gently.

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly.

When it came to sleep, she thought of Yang Huazhong.

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“Mother, where’s my father? When did he come back after guarding the wake last night?” she asked.

Sun said, "I came back late at night and slept for more than an hour before getting up again."

"Why didn't my father sleep more? This morning, there wasn't anything going on at the ancestral hall!" Yang Ruqing said.

Sun Shi said, "This isn't right, you have to go to your grandmother's house and then to your Uncle Luo's place. Your father is going with your uncle and your Uncle Luo to the funeral parlor in town to buy wreaths."

“Oh...”

Yang Ruqing suddenly realized.

According to the customs of Mianniushan area, when an elder brother passes away, relatives and friends all come to pay their respects.

This kind of mourning is divided into two types.

One kind is that villagers who have relationships with each other spend some money to buy a bunch of fireworks and some paper money to burn.

There is also a way to send wreaths with drums and gongs.

For example: The family of Jin.

Yang Huainan's sister, Yang Huamei's in-laws are the Lao Wang family.

And Yang Huai'an's wife, Cao Baimei's mother's family.

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These three, it's necessary to come over with a fanfare of drums and send wreaths.

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Therefore, the uncle went to town to buy a wreath and paper-made sedan chair.

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Besides, there are also her two nieces who have married, she and Yang Ruolan, who also need to come and send wreaths.

Luò Fēng Táng wasn't home, so Luò Tiějiàng took care of these matters.

"What did Lan'er's side say?" Yang Ruqing asked Sun shi.

Sun shook her head: "Lan Yazi said, she wasn't getting married, but becoming a concubine. There was no need for flower garlands. It made your father and several uncles furious."

Yang Ruqing frowned. How could Yang Rulan say such a thing?

However, Xiao Yaxue made a statement. She said that she and Song would come to burn incense for your uncle on the day of his death.

“The whole village is praising Xiao Ya Xue for being sensible, you Lan’er sister… Oh well!” Granny Sun shook her head.

Yang Ruqing also shook her head.

"By the way, is my third cousin coming over?" Yang Ruqing asked again.

When San Tangge originally intended to marry into his master's family, he had already severed ties with his uncle Yang Huanan.

But last year during the Dragon Boat Festival, Yang Yongjin wanted to persuade his third cousin to come back and have a final Dragon Boat Festival meal with Yang Huanan, but his third cousin found excuses to decline.

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Hearing Yang Ruqing's question, Mrs. Sun let out a light sigh.

"Also go to your third uncle's place to report the death, I guess they won't beat drums and send flower wreaths. They should probably just come to burn some incense."

Sun's words carried a hint of displeasure.

To this, Yang Ruqing could also understand.

No matter what Big Uncle does, he is still the father of Third Cousin.

Your father died, so what does it matter if you send a wreath?

That's enough, that's enough. It's not my place to comment on other people's private affairs.

"Mother, just like this is fine, you go about your business." Yang Ruqing said.

Sun nodded: "I warmed your breakfast in the pot. You'd better eat it quickly. I'm going to dry the two pieces of clothing I changed yesterday, and then go back to the old house to cook lunch."

Well, alright!

The two of them went their separate ways.

After breakfast, Yang Ruqing went to the ancestral hall for a while.

The ancestral hall was cold and deserted.

Yang Yongjin, Yang Huazhou, and Yang Yongqing were guarding there.

Yang Ruqing greeted them briefly, then bowed to her uncle, and came to the old house with paper and pen in hand.

In the old house's main hall, the Eight Immortals table was moved to the courtyard side.

When Yang Ruqing arrived, Old Yang and Little Old Yang were sitting at the table, their faces grim as they whispered to each other in low voices.

>Yang Yongxian and the others had their doors tightly shut, they must be catching up on sleep.

"Grandpa, little grandson."

Yang Ruqing walked over and greeted the two old men.

Old Yang's eyes fell on Yang Ruqing, and he beckoned to her.

“Qing’er, come sit here.” he said.

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Yang Ruqing sat down as instructed.

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Old Yang said, "Qinger, your uncle is gone. This is a calamity for our old Yang family."

"Your father and several of your uncles and cousins are busy with matters at the ancestral hall,"

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“This funeral, we have to make it a big one, send your uncle off with a bang...”

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Old Yang choked back two lines of tears at this point.

"Grandpa, please be strong and take care of yourself. Your health is the most important thing!"

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Yang Ruqing persuaded.

Old Yang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and then said, "Relatives and friends will all come over these two days to pay their respects. You have to keep a careful record of all these social obligations."

"You are a granddaughter, yet you are not inferior to any man."

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“This difficult task, I can entrust to you. Of all those I trust, you are the one.”

On the side, little Lao Yang also nodded repeatedly: "This granddaughter is worth ten grandsons. Give her these matters to manage, big brother, you can rest assured."

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Old Yang nodded and looked at Yang Ruqing again: "Did you understand everything I told you?"

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"Well, I understand. Don't worry, Master. I'll keep the accounts and items safe." she said.

Compared to all the businesses she manages, this current matter is really nothing.