Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Xu Qian completed the procedures to collect Xie Huifang's remains, and took them to the crematorium for cremation the next day. After that, she collected the ashes and took them to a nearby temple for rituals.

There were a lot of procedures to go through, and it wasn’t until the third day that we set off for Xu Qian’s grandma’s hometown.

It was a small village on the edge of Beicheng, more than a thousand kilometers away from Yunzhou.

The group set out early on the eleventh day of the lunar month and did not arrive at the town closest to the village until six o'clock in the evening.

The town is so small that it doesn't even have a guest house.

Jiang Yan got off the car and inquired about it. If he wanted to stay, he could only go to the county town fifteen kilometers away from here.

The group stayed in the county for one night and rushed to Xiejiazhuang early the next morning.

Almost everyone in this village has the surname Xie, but Xu Qian's grandfather died early due to illness, and his descendants disappeared from Xie Huifang. People in the past had relatively single-minded ideas, and generally widows did not advocate remarriage, so her grandmother stayed with her daughter Xie Huifang her whole life.

When the two cars entered the village, they attracted the attention of many villagers. The car driven by Jiang Yan was at the front. When they stopped, Xu Ang got out of the car and asked them about the gravesite of Xie Huifang's mother.

"Xie Huifang? From our village?"

The middle-aged man who spoke looked like he was in his early forties. He was wearing a green military coat and a locomotive hat on his head. He looked more elegant than ordinary villagers.

But when Xu Ang asked Xie Huifang, he looked blank.

"Her mother used to be a five-guarantee household in the village. She was the only daughter in the family. Her father passed away early."

"A household with five guarantees?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, "Are you asking about the grandma?"

What he said was the local dialect here, and Xu Ang didn't understand it very well.

But the middle-aged man turned around and shouted to an old man standing at the intersection fifty meters away, "Third Grandpa, come here. Someone is asking where Grandma's grave is."

After shouting, he turned around and said to Xu Ang in rather awkward Mandarin, "This third grandpa is the cousin of the eldest grandma you asked about. Their graves are all together. If you ask him, he will definitely know. But young man, you and the eldest grandma will know." Are you related to grandma? Are you going to visit her grave?"

Xu Ang was about to speak when the old man he called just now came over.

The middle-aged man repeated Xu Ang's question and asked, "Third Grandpa, is the aunt in Grandma's family named Xie Huifang?"

Third Master Xie nodded, "Yes, her name is Huifang, but she has long since married to Dawangzhuang next door and has not been back for more than ten years. I heard that she went to Kyoto with her man and lived a good life. "

Xu Ang was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "We are sending Aunt Fang's ashes back today. We hope to bury her next to her mother."

"Ashes?" Third Master Xie was shocked, "She is gone? When was she gone? Why was she gone? Why didn't anyone from the Lin family come here to report the news?"

The person in front of me is cousin Xie Huifang, but in the past there were many brothers and sisters, and life in the countryside was not very easy. Even my brothers couldn't take care of him, let alone his cousin?

And Lin Jian'an happened to have no parents, and there was almost no contact between the two parties. It was not surprising that he didn't know about Xie Huifang.

Xu Ang didn't want to say more about Lin Jianan's abandonment of his wife and son. After all, Xie Huifang was gone, so what was the use of talking more? At this time, Jiang Yan also got out of the car and walked over. He stuffed a pack of cigarettes into the hands of Mr. Xie and the middle-aged man each, and asked them if they could help find a few people to dig the grave. The wages could be discussed.

"What kind of wages do you need? Whose family does it cost to help with funeral arrangements?"

Third Master Xie turned around and asked the middle-aged man to call someone, "There are several boys in my family here. You ask them all to bring shovels and go to the cemetery in the north."

After arranging the manpower, Mr. Xie turned around and left with his hands behind his back, "I'll take you there."

Jiang Yan stopped him and said, "Get in the car."

Mr. Xie turned his head and looked at the two rather impressive cars not far away. He murmured in his heart, is that boy from the Lin family already in trouble? Do you have enough money to buy a car?

After muttering, I realized something was wrong. Huifang was gone. Even if they hadn't interacted with each other for many years, the Lin family couldn't remember that they didn't report her, so why should they send her back to her parents' home for burial?

This is obviously problematic.

And these two boys, he remembered that Huifang gave birth to two daughters.

When they got into the car, Mr. Xie found that two girls who looked very similar were sitting in the back seat. Not only did they look alike, they also looked very much like Huifang when she was young.

"You are"

Xu Qian looked at Mr. Xie, and Jiang Yan introduced him to her, "This grandpa is Aunt Fang's third uncle. You should call him grandpa."

"Grandpa." Xu Qian quickly called someone.

Mr. Xie nodded in agreement and glanced down inadvertently, only to see an urn in her arms.

"Are these Huifang's ashes? Can I ask how she disappeared?"

There are actually certain things about burials in their rural areas. For example, after a married daughter dies, she cannot just be buried back in the ancestral grave of her parents' family. If the family is prosperous, they will definitely not agree with Xu Qian doing this.

The reason why Mr. Xie didn't hesitate to ask for help was because he missed his cousin's family, which was really depleted of people, and no one came to burn paper during the Qingming Festival. On the other hand, the graves of their families have been separated a long time ago. They are not in the same place. They are just not far apart, so it will not affect anything.

So it doesn't matter if Huifang is buried here, as long as the two cars that take her back are there, she won't be afraid that no one will send money to her cousin during the holidays in the future.

Xu Qian saw that her grandfather was very kind and sincerely wanted to know the reason for her mother's death, so she briefly told in a low voice what happened to the mother and daughter when they left here for Kyoto fifteen years ago, which naturally included Lin Jian'an's experience in another place in Kyoto. Married, and his sons are already fifteen.

Mr. Xie's face turned livid after hearing this, and his beard twitched, "This bastard, this is the modern Chen Shimei! And old man Lin, who was not dead a few years ago, said that his grandson was earning money in Kyoto After making a lot of money, Huifang is enjoying the blessings with him there. Every year during the Qingming Festival, when I burn paper for your grandparents, I can’t help complaining about her. After being gone for so many years, I don’t know how to come back to see her parents. My old lady even scolds her. He is a heartless person, who would have thought of it?"

Mr. Xie's eyes were red as he spoke. He raised his hand to touch the urn and murmured, "Poor Huifang, your mother loves you so much. You have to know that Lin will do this to you one day. I wouldn't have let you marry him no matter what I said back then."

The car passed through the small village from south to north, and finally stopped at a dirt road under Xie Sanye's instructions.

"If you want to walk in from the alley here, cars can't drive in."

The group got out of the car, and Yu Heng and Yu Feng took out a high-end glass coffin they bought in Yunzhou from the trunk.

Mr. Xie was stunned for a moment when he looked at the small and exquisite coffin. Then he looked at the magnificence of Mu Chenyan, mother and son, and was secretly shocked. Hadn't something happened to Huifang a long time ago? Why is there such a person coming to attend her funeral?

Or are these people here because of her eldest daughter?