Finally, they laid Sendzi's mother to rest. After the funeral was over, Yang Ruqing felt exhausted as if she were about to collapse.

I stayed up for two nights in a row, and during the day I was busy running around. Especially on the day of the ceremony, I was constantly standing and kneeling, back and forth.

The grief for the deceased was so profound that there was no strength left to cry.

“Qing'er, these past few days have been tiring for you. Now that my mother has passed away, you should also hurry back to rest for a few days.” Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

On the way back from the mountain, Mukizuka and Yang Ruoqing walked this path.

Everyone had already taken off their hemp mourning garments, which they held in their arms.

Hearing his words, Yang Ruqing turned her head to glance at him. She saw that his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had lost two or three circles.

Originally quite slender, now this robe hangs loosely on his frame.

"I'm fine, I can hold on. You are a filial son, you must be more tired." Yang Ruqing said.

"You should also rest these days. Leave the other matters in the house to those maidservants and servants, don't do everything yourself." She added.

Mu Zichuan nodded.

Upon arriving at the village, Yang Ruqing first accompanied Mu Zichuan to the old Mu's house.

After the funeral was over, the Taoist priest left, and those who came to help also left.

Apart from Mu Zichuan, there were only a few maids and servants in this house. It was truly deserted.

But luckily he had these maids, at least someone to cook for him and someone to wash his clothes.

"I'll put the filial attire aside for now. I'll come back to wear it when my foster mother has finished her seventh day of mourning. You rest, I'm leaving first." Yang Ruqing said.

Mùzǐchuān nodded.

As Mu Zi Chuan watched Yang Ruoheng leave the yard, he finally turned around and went back into the house.

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The house was messy, cold and deserted.

He trudged through the filth and arrived at the western room, gazing at the dwelling his mother had once inhabited.

In this room, traces of her presence remained everywhere. However, besides the empty needlework basket, there was nothing else to be found.

The bed was already empty, leaving only a few pieces of the bed frame.

On the ground, ashes from burnt incense paper and some joss paper scattered around.

Mu Zi Chuan felt as if he were in a dream, staggering to the bedside and leaning against the wooden post. He recalled when his mother was alive, how she would sit on the bed, and he would stand by her side just like this, watching her and talking to her.

And beside the wall stood a loom, and spinning wheels...

Those things, her mother hasn't used for several years. When he was a boy, the thing that impressed him most was going home from school,

As soon as the person stepped into the courtyard, they heard the sound of a creaking sewing machine coming from the west room.

Or perhaps the shuttle zips back and forth in the loom, its crisp sound ringing through the air.

He called out to the room, “Mother, I’m home!”

The sounds in the western room would cease abruptly, and soon Niang would appear at the doorway with a smile.

"Son, are you back from school? Are you hungry? There's food in the pot, mother will add some firewood for you to eat!"

He ate his plain porridge, sitting on a small stool outside the west room, holding the bowl in his hand. His mother sat back down at her loom and continued weaving.

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One hand grasps the rope, the other pushes the loom, and the feet below rhythmically tread the pedals.

The white thread, amidst this intricate dance, entwines and transforms into a smooth expanse of cloth...

The mother gave these woven fabrics to her elder brother-in-law and had him sell them in his shop. They earned a meager income which she used to buy rice, grain, and stationery for him.

To provide him with education, he walked from Changping Village to Qingshui Town, Qingshui Town to Wanghai County, Wanghai County to Qing'an County, and finally to the capital city, ascending to the Golden Luan Hall...

Now, the room is cold and empty. The loom and spinning wheel are covered in dust.

But mother...

Mu Zi Chuan buried his head, leaning on his own arm, sobbing quietly!

When Yang Ruoheng returned home, Wang Cuilian had already placed a charcoal brazier at the entrance.

She jumped over the brazier, and Wang Cuilian quickly carried the brazier away.

From head to toe, I washed up and changed into a clean and comfortable outfit. When I lay down in bed, my whole body felt loose, and I couldn't even lift my eyelids.

I slept for almost a whole day, and when I woke up the sun had already set. Luo Baobei was also home from school.

Having been reminded by Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian beforehand, Luo Baobei did not come over to disturb Yang Ruqing's sleep, but played quietly in the front yard alone.

Yang Ruqing put on her clothes, combed her hair, and came to the front yard hall.

The whole family was there: Luotiejian, Wang Cuilian, Tuo Baxian, Xiaoyu, and even Luo Baobao, who could rival ten people.

On the table, all the dishes were already served.

There was her favorite sour pickled fish, vegetable meatball soup, chili fried eggs, smooth tofu...

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“Mother, look! Grandaunt and Little Jade have prepared so many delicious dishes. They said that since you’ve been busy these past few days and haven't had a proper meal, you should eat well tonight.”

Luo Baobei came to Yang Ruqing's side, grabbed her hand and walked towards the table, saying excitedly as they went.

Yang Ruqing glanced at Wang Cuilian and the others, then smiled.

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A family, no need to explicitly say thank you, but all the emotions and warmth are in these eyes and smiles.

Yang Ruqing sat down, and everyone had dinner together.

"Seeing that Zichuan's mother is gone today, it really makes my heart heavy. I am a few years older than her, and she's gone. But I can still be here with all of you, eating together. What a blessing."

Wang Cuilian sighed with emotion.

He picked up a meatball with his hand and put it in Luoluo's bowl.

“Baby, eat more.” the woman said.

Luo Baobei smiled sweetly and buried her head, eating seriously.

Tuoba Xian also said: "We who are alive, every day we live longer, we should be grateful for a day and cherish our blessings for a day."

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"It's just, poor Shikawa, tonight will be a tough one..."

Tuoba Xian raised her head to look at the night outside, letting out a soft sigh.

Besides Luobo Baby, everyone else also felt something from those words.

Although I was sad these past few days, the constant flow of people coming and going to help with the funeral arrangements filled the house with noise and activity, momentarily easing the grief.

But tonight, everyone who came to help has gone back, the commotion has subsided. This sadness and desolation will, like strong liquor consumed, spread its effects little by little, burning you from within...

As for Xiao Yu, she burst into tears and slumped onto the table.

She burst into tears, startling everyone at the table. Even Luo Baobei put down his chopsticks and stared wide-eyed at Xiao Yu.

Only Yang Ruqing knew why Xiao Yu was crying so heartbreakingly. It was a case of sadness triggered by memories, thinking of her own experiences.

Back then, she and her father bought pork from the 瓦市 in Xiushui Town and brought it back to their village. As a result, the entire village was slaughtered, and a fire burned everything to the ground.

Mother is gone, brother is gone, and the house is gone...

"Xiaoyu softened her heart, couldn't bear to hear these words." Yang Ruqing quickly smoothed things over for Xiaoyu and gently held her shoulders. "Don't cry, cherish the good days you have now, let's eat first!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

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