Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 536 Chapter 530 Fifth : Things are impermanent
"You girl!" Elder Tang laughed, and nodded Song Qiu's head.

"Okay, let's start building the village school first. If you really need your help, the grandpa will not be polite to you."

"It should be, it should be." Song Qiu really thought so.

Songshan Village is her home, she will live here for the rest of her life, these villagers are so cute and easy to get along with, why not help if they should help?

Hello everyone is really good.

……

Wangcai's daughter-in-law was the first child, and she had seizures in the next morning, and she didn't give birth until midnight.

It was a big fat boy, which would have been a happy event.

But unfortunately, God also played a trick, so coincidentally, when his grandson was born, Wangcai's mother heard the grandson's sonorous cry, didn't bring it up in one breath, and went away.

Before the happy event had time to be happy, the funeral came.

Wangcai Niang had also been bedridden for seven or eight years, hanging on the medicine soup, and the doctor also said that she would close her eyes at any time, at most this year.

So the Wangcai family is also mentally prepared for this.

It's just that I didn't expect my grandson to die when he was just born, so I felt a little unlucky.

During the panic in the middle of the night, every family in the village got the news and came out to help.

The shroud was prepared long ago.

It is very particular about wearing a shroud for the deceased, and it is usually worn by one's own son, daughter-in-law or other half.

They are put on immediately after death.

Some people helped light the torch to Wangcai's grandfather's house to report the funeral.

Very busy.

Old Yuan Shi was busy all afternoon to midnight, and was very tired. When Mei Lan next door came to help Gu Wazi and Wangcai's wife, she yawned and went home to rest.

Song Qiu and Ah Ling picked up the old Yuan family with a lamp and went home.

It will be dawn soon, Song and Qiu fell asleep in the first half of the night, and now they got home and watched old Yuanshi eat a bowl of noodles and fall asleep, so he didn't go to bed anymore.

After a while, the sky became dark, and Song Qiu asked Du Chuanfu to drive the carriage to Ping'an Daji to buy some incense candles and paper money and come back.

Later, I will go to Meng's house to see the death, that is, mourning.

It's a custom in their place that when someone dies in a family, when they get the news, the distant relatives and neighbors will rush to the door to pay homage to the funeral.

When Du Chuanfu bought back the incense candles and paper money, Song Qiu took A Ling to Meng's house to see his death.

At this moment, the Meng family has hung up white strips everywhere, and a mourning hall has been set up in the main room. Wangcai's grandfather and family have come, and Wangcai's mother-in-law has also rushed to help take care of their daughter and grandson.

Other people in the village helped him go back, and there will also be people who come to see the death again in a serious manner.

Wangcai and his younger brother Wang Gouzi knelt in front of the mourning hall. Song Qiu entered the main room, handed over the incense candles, took the paper money and burned it in the brazier, and made three bows to the mourning hall.

Seeing that Wang Gouzi's eyes were swollen into fish bubbles and his nose was red, he couldn't help but sigh.

This kid was still talking yesterday that he wanted to study hard, and he could find a good job in the future to earn more money so that he could buy medicine for his mother.

It's only night, so his mother is going.

The world is impermanent, no one knows which will come first tomorrow or the accident today.

There has been no funeral in the village for a long time, and Wangcai Niang died of illness again, and she was not very old, so it is not a happy funeral, but it is even more embarrassing.

Old Yuan Shi had woken up after a nap, and now he was sitting on a small stool on the eaves, staring blankly. Seeing Song Qiu come back, he beckoned her to come and sit next to him.

"Grandma, why don't you sleep more?" Song Qiu couldn't help worrying as he looked at grandma's eyes.

The old Yuan shook her head, feeling a little depressed, "Wangcai Niang has been suffering from illness for seven or eight years, and it went away suddenly. For her, it may be a relief, but the people watching are gone, right? It’s also a bit uncomfortable for people.”

Song Qiuzhi must have thought of her grandfather, father and mother who had passed away, young widows, middle-aged bereaved sons, her grandma was probably the last person to see someone pass away.

She stretched out her hand to hold the old Yuan's hands, "Grandma, in a few days it will be my grandfather's fiftieth birthday, and when I go to worship at his grave, I will buy him a big house, a carriage, and some more. Servant, let him burn it, what do you think?"

Old Yuan's eyes fluctuated a little, he also held Song Qiu's hand, nodded and said: "That's good, remember to buy a doctor's, your father and your parents are all sick, and they are not in good health. I can rest assured that the doctor is by my side."

"And don't forget, buy some more good clothes for your father, and your mother, she was still thinking about money the day she died. If it wasn't for earning money, she wouldn't be exhausted. With money, Our family is not going to be so miserable, burn some more paper money for your mother, and tell her that our family has money now, so it’s not hard anymore."

Song Qiu nodded in response, "Hey! I wrote it down!"

After breakfast, old Yuan's spirit recovered, so he took a basket of eggs to Meng's house.

Only then did Song Qiu and Ah Ling drive the carriage to the town.

All the way to the dessert shop, just sat down to drink a cup of fruit tea for a rest, two women came in with three teenagers outside.

"Is your boss coming?"

Hearing this voice, Song Qiuhe looked over the door and saw that it was the lady from yesterday, so he got up to greet him.

Mao turned his head to see Song Qiu, grinned, and pulled the woman towards him.

"Oh, Miss Song, you have been waiting for a long time."

"Where is it, I just came here too." Song Qiu asked a few people to sit down as he said.

Regarding the fact that Mrs. Mao wanted to talk about longevity peaches, he brought the three teenagers with him. Although he was a little puzzled, he didn't reveal anything, and politely asked Ximeier to serve tea for them.

Of course, if she could predict in advance and know the next showy operation of the two Maos, she would not be polite to invite them to drink tea.

But she doesn't know it yet.

Looking at Mrs. Mao, and then at Mrs. Mao's sister-in-law, she said politely, "I wonder if your father's birthday is dozens of years old? What kind of plan are you going to make?"

Mao's sister-in-law looked Song Qiu up and down, and then she showed a satisfied expression on her face, and then she couldn't stop nodding.

After being pulled by Mrs. Mao, she came back to her senses and said: "I have never seen this birthday peach for my [-]th birthday. I heard from my sister-in-law that the birthday peach in Qi's family looked very grand yesterday. I think it is [-]th birthday, or else just do the same!"

This is nothing to ask for.

Song Qiu nodded, "Okay, then I don't know when I want it? The date is set, our shop needs to make it one day in advance."

Mao's sister-in-law waved her hand, "It's still early, we have to go after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Song Qiu: ... She thought it was just a matter of these few days.

So why is it so urgent to talk about it today?

Really... idle?
The business of her shop is not so good that it needs to be arranged several months in advance.

Even though he thought so in his heart, Song Qiu still had a smile on his face, "Okay, then our shop will write it down, but then I have to trouble my aunt to come back a few days in advance to say something."

After all, it has been too long, who knows if there will be any changes in the middle.

Mao's sister-in-law nodded repeatedly to show that she knew.

Song Qiu thought that the matter was settled, so it was time to leave, and she still had to visit the porcelain shop.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't intend to leave at all.

Song Qiu was puzzled, and saw that Mao's eyes were wrinkled with a smile, "Miss Song will be fifteen this year, right?"

(End of this chapter)