Spring is coming

Chapter 3 The Funeral
This must be abnormal. Yesterday, she clearly watched her father and mother being purified and put on shrouds step by step. She clearly remembered what they looked like when they finally lay in the coffin.

Could it be that Zhou did the search?
She thought slightly and called Mrs. Gao: "Grandma, this baggage seems to have been turned over."

Mrs. Gao came over to take a look, and found that it was indeed different from the one placed yesterday. This person was probably worried about being discovered, so he restored it specially, but he didn't know why, but he didn't completely restore it.

She couldn't hide her anger. Her son was dead, would his body still have to suffer such indignity?
Mrs. Gao's face was gloomy, and she hugged Mo Jingchun: "Chun'er, is there anything missing from your parents?"

She and Mo Jingchun thought the same thing, thinking that the Zhou family was greedy for money.

Yesterday, she was most anxious to let the purifiers see if there was any missing money on Mo Changlin and his wife.

Mo Jingchun and Gao worked together to pick up the baggage, opened it and checked it, but found nothing missing.

He also took out a small handful of copper coins from the pocket sewn inside Xiao Gao's sleeve pocket.

If it were really Zhou, she would definitely not let go of such a conspicuous place.

Mr. Gao's face was ugly, it was because the people who came to help had dirty hands and feet, and they were afraid that the family would find out, so they were in a panic.

There were so many people today and no one saw it with their own eyes. I'm afraid it would be impossible to find anyone.

Mo Jingchun silently put the copper coins into his pocket, put the bundle back to its original place, and put the shrouds on them again.

However, the two of them had nothing else except these few copper coins, but every time they went home before, they at least carried large and small bags.

This time, when he reached in to tie their belts, Mo Jingchun suddenly touched a scabbed area.

Is it a wound?
Mo Jingchun felt strange. If he didn't fall on his head, why was there still a wound on his waist?

Maybe it was scratched by a stone when it fell.

She didn't think much, and took a look. She saw a flat wound about four fingers long, which was very deep, but if this was the only one, it shouldn't be fatal.

After gathering the body again, Mr. Gao couldn't hold it any longer and went back to lie down for a while.

The next day, before the rooster crows, the mourners began to arrive one after another.

After yesterday's farce about Mrs. Yao's dozen of five eggs, Mrs. Zhou personally took care of today's breakfast, with Mrs. Li and her daughter Mo Ying helping.

When everyone got the clear soup with little water, Mrs. Yao complained dissatisfiedly: "I just said that the second daughter-in-law is too picky. Yesterday she used a few eggs and she called me a prodigal. Today is even better, there is no oil or water at all!"

Mrs. Zhou rushed out with a spatula and put her hands on her hips and said, "Whose family doesn't eat like this in the morning? It's a disaster year. Last year was still a disaster year. It's good to have porridge in my house if you don't have to work!"

Yao was irritated by her: "Who doesn't want to work? I've been busy these days and you can't even see me when I open my mouth, right?"

Ms. Li has a better temper. Although she is also angry that her sister-in-law has been yin and yang, she can't write two words of "mo" in one sentence. The fathers of the two families are still brothers.

So he came out to smooth things over.

"Okay, okay, I cooked the porridge. I'm sorry for everyone. I think my brothers and sisters have become tired and thin these days. When I come back at noon, my wife Yuan Lin and I will make something good for everyone."

Mrs. Li pushed Mrs. Yao away, and Mrs. Yao muttered to Mrs. Li: "She just picks! Sister-in-law, don't be so kind, be careful if someone slaps you behind your back!"

Zhou looked around the faces of the remaining people, said "hum", turned around and went in again.

After we finished eating, the time was almost here.

Everyone paid their last respects in descending order, and the coffin was nailed up.

Mrs. Gao chased her out and cried again. People in the Gao family were afraid that she would be too sad and would not let her give it away, so she insisted on coming out.Mr. Gao and Ms. Ma cried together holding each other. They were most in sympathy with each other. One lost his son and niece, the other lost his daughter and nephew.

Ma saw Mo Jingchun standing quietly aside, wiped her tears and asked, "Is this Chun'er?"

The last time she saw Mo Jingchun was two years ago. In the past two years, Mo Jingchun had a lot of twigs, and his face had become sharper. His whole body felt like a willow tree on the roadside, swaying in the wind. .

Mo Jingchun called out obediently: "Grandma."

"Hey, okay, okay, why are you so thin?" She asked casually, then focused on other things.

Mo Jingchun knew that she didn't care much about him and was just showing off, because he was not the little Gao's biological child, but picked him up.

They thought they didn't know, maybe she really didn't know before, but Mrs. Zhou had already said it eight hundred times in her previous life.

On the contrary, Mrs. Gao has always been kind to her, and there is no obvious preference compared to her biological grandson.

Since the death of her father and mother in her previous life, it can be said that Mrs. Gao has transferred all her love for the eldest family to her, which caused a lot of dissatisfaction from Mrs. Zhou.

She was also very attached to Mr. Gao. Every year during the Qingming Festival, Mr. Zhou would not let her go, so she would secretly burn paper for Mr. Gao at home.

Now that the coffin has been sealed, the old people in the village are looking for Mo Song. Mrs. Zhou rolled her eyes: "Mom said there is no need for our Mo Song."

When the head of the Mo family heard this, he became anxious: "Then who will come? Who else in your family has a son?"

Mrs. Gao came forward and said in a deep voice: "Let Chun'er come and let her see off her parents."

When the clan leader saw Mrs. Gao, he grimaced and sighed: "Oh, my dear sister-in-law, there are no such rules!"

It doesn't matter that Mo Jingchun was just a girl. There are families in the village who gave birth to only daughters and let their filial daughters bury them, but Mo Jingchun was not born in the Mo family!

When Gao was young, she had a bad temper, and the patriarch was ranked lower in the clan. He was usually quite afraid of her when he saw her, but this time he didn't know how to persuade her.

"Aren't the rules set by people?" Mrs. Gao was still polite. After all, she was here to help. "Chang Lu, don't tell me. I can make the decision about my son, so be it."

The patriarch and the village chief looked at each other, okay, who knows this is someone else's son.

The clan leader brought an earthenware basin and asked Mo Jingchun to break it, which is commonly known as "breaking the basin".

After the funeral, Mo Jingchun walked at the front holding a soul-drawing flag. The white soul-drawing flag showed that the deceased was not extinct.

The pole is placed against the chest, and the flags pass over the head, thinking that the soul of the deceased has gone into space and allows it to return.

Along the way, he often encountered birds that wanted to peck at the flags. Mo Jingchun used some force to wave the flags to scare them away, then raised his head and quietly glanced at their backs as they flew away.

Birds are even more wanton than her, and she can't even escape from the Mo family.

Zhou's eldest brother and sister-in-law came to visit her family. Her sister-in-law stayed behind to help her, so Li left.

While the rest of the Mo family was away during the funeral, the sister-in-law of the Zhou family pulled her over mysteriously and said, "Sister, tell me, who should raise the girl in your eldest family's house from now on?"

Zhou didn't care much and said, "I will support whoever I love, but I won't support them anyway."

She is very poor these days, and she still can't bear to think about raising another girl at home to eat and drink for free?
Besides, Mo Jingchun was not Dafang's biological child. In the past, Dafang was willing to raise her as his biological daughter, which was their mistake. She, Zhou Ru, was not the one who was taken advantage of.

　If it is an injury sustained when a person dies, the wound will not scab. What I want to write here is that the heroine’s parents suffered injuries at least before they died (to avoid misunderstanding, let me explain briefly)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)