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Chapter 178 Li Jiren “died of illness”

Along the way out of the city, Father Li and Old Yuan's mood became lower, they didn't say much, and even sighed from time to time.

The people accompanying him were all members of his family, including Li Jizhong, who was also at the patriarch's house that day, and they all knew what Li Jiren was doing.

Therefore, everyone knows what they will face this time.

It's one thing to know, and it's another thing to be mentally prepared. Old Yuan and Mr. Li came to the city this time, firstly to watch the lantern festival, and not mainly to avoid it, so as not to feel overwhelmed and uncomfortable at that moment. .

After all, they are flesh and blood. Even though Mr. Li was so angry and disappointed that he said he disowned his son, the blood relationship was still there.

Therefore, as soon as the car got off the stone bridge at the entrance of the village, they saw Li Jixiao's son Li Rongyu waiting at the entrance of the village wearing a mourning cloth. Father Li and Mr. Yuan's eyes suddenly turned red.

I had been mentally prepared for it, but now that I knew my son was gone, I still couldn’t help it!

When Li Rongyu saw the mule cart coming back, he hurriedly ran to meet it and said quickly: "Uncle, grandma, please express your condolences. Third uncle left last night!"

Except for Father Li and his family, several clan elders, the clan leader's family, and Li Yishan, Li Jizhong and his son, no one else in the clan knew that Li Jiren had "died" of illness. This morning, Li Rongbai and Li Rongzhang went from house to house to report the funeral, and they all came in mourning. You are such a good person, how can you kneel down in an ancestral hall and get sick and then fail to get over it? You are still so young! That’s true!
Shiliu and the others went straight to the old house. When they arrived at the old house, the mourning hall had been decorated, and the clan members were busy helping and offering condolences.

Seeing the return of Mr. Li and Mr. Yuan, the elders in the clan all expressed their condolences to Mr. Li and Mr. Yuan. It was always the most painful thing for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person away. They also expressed their condolences. I'm afraid that the two of them can't stand it.

Li Yishan and the clan leader came to help Mr. Li go into the house, while Mr. Chen and Mr. Yang took Mr. Yuan there. The two of them glanced at the mourning hall and were persuaded to leave, so as not to be upset.

Death is like a lamp going out. As for Shiliu and the others, even if they had anything to do with Li Jiren, they still put on the mourning cloths they should wear and went into the mourning hall to kowtow to Li Jiren.

Li Rongbai, brother and sister, all knelt on the side of the mourning hall and burst into tears, their eyes swollen. If someone came in and kowtowed in condolences, they had to return the favor.

The two sides looked at each other and didn't say much, except to advise the brothers and sisters to take care of themselves.

It wasn't even the first month of the year, but there was a white event in the village, which made the villagers sigh. Those who were friends with the Li family came to express their condolences one after another.

Relatives of the Li family came one after another to pay their respects, and the old house became deserted. They would not come again until they went up the mountain after seven days of mourning.

Wujia'ao is not far from Xiahe Village, and the news spread quickly. No, within two days, the Wu family heard that Li Jiren fell ill and died.

Mrs. Wu brought a bowl of noodles into the house and sighed when she saw her daughter lying on the bed looking haggard.

Her miserable daughter, she was married to the Li family who had worked as a cow and a horse for twenty years, and now she was becoming a grandmother, but she asked the Li family to abandon her and return to her parents' home. Since she came back, The people around her were pointing fingers and talking behind her back, but her daughter herself was also seriously ill.

Bitter!

"Zhi'er, the noodles my mother made for you are filled with eggs. You haven't eaten anything for a whole day. How about some?"

Wu shook her head, "Mom, I can't eat it."

Mrs. Wu said angrily: "That heartless man would not hesitate to find out that you were divorced when he came back? If he really loved you, he should have made a fuss about taking you home. Why should you bother for such a person?" If he hurts his own body, he will die if he dies. God will not let him live long if he is heartless!

If you don't eat or drink because of him, isn't this a dig at your mother's heart? ah? Listen, mother, have something to eat! "Wu Shi shook her head, and a string of tears flowed down. She was not sad for the man. If he died, he would die. But if the man died, how could she go back?

She originally thought that after waiting for this period, she could coax her son and persuade the man to marry her back, but she couldn't worry about her children!

But now, it's all over!

She felt so uncomfortable that she could not eat.

Mrs. Wu tried to persuade her to no avail, so she could only sigh, take the noodles out intact, and give them to her grandson.

The children are so greedy that they want to get closer to the eggs when they see them.

Wu Gui's daughter-in-law, Hu Shi, slapped her over and cursed: "You're reincarnated as a starving ghost. You haven't eaten eggs, right? You dare to eat those for your aunt! I'm not afraid of choking you to death!" "

After listening to her daughter-in-law's strange words and looking at her little grandson crying, Mrs. Wu frowned, but without saying anything more, she turned around and went into the house with a straight face.

It's been a month since my daughter returned to her parents' home. She was fine for the first few days, but later on, her daughter-in-law felt unhappy. That day, her nose was not her nose and her eyes were not her eyes. How could she not tell?
This year’s New Year’s Eve has not been clean, that’s right!
The two elders are getting older, and a son like him has to live under the hands of his wife. Alas!
Is there any way? She was such a close daughter, and she couldn't bear to kick her out - if she felt angry, she would be angry.

In the room, Mrs. Wu's eyes became serious as she heard her sister-in-law getting angry again.

Her husband's family divorced her and her parents' family couldn't tolerate her. Why is it so difficult for this woman -

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Seven days after Li Jiren's funeral, before dawn, people started playing and beating in the village of Xiahe. Li Rongsong was helped to throw a basin in front of his body. The helping tribesmen carried the coffin and carried the body to the mountain at the north end of the village, filled with yellow paper. .

Fallen leaves return to their roots, and people die in the loess.

Generally, after a member of the Li clan dies and is buried, the memorial tablet will be placed in the ancestral hall for worship. But why did Li Jiren die? He made a big mistake and was executed by clan rules. How could such a person enter the ancestral hall and be worshiped by his descendants? Enshrined? To put it bluntly, you are not qualified!

According to the opinion of the clan elders, this tablet cannot be entered into the ancestral hall.

But the clan didn't know the inside story, and both Mr. Li and Mr. Yuan were seriously ill in bed. After some thought, Li Jiren's tablet was placed in a small corner under the ancestor's tablet in the ancestral hall.

Yes, Mr. Li and Mr. Yuan had a fever in the evening when they came back from the city. They had been worried about it for many days. There were many things going on these days, with ups and downs. Once the disease came, it was very aggressive. .

The old house was still alive, so Li Jihe decisively took the two elders to his home to recuperate. He asked Dr. Hong to take a look. He also specially asked a doctor in the city to see them all, and prescribed a lot of medicine. Dui, if it is all the same, this disease must be taken care of carefully, otherwise the life span will be hindered.

Knowing this situation, the clan elders relaxed their words in order to allow the two of them to take care of their illness peacefully. Death was like a light going out, and everything disappeared.

The people around him were all brought to his home, and Li Jihe also took this opportunity to discuss with the clan leader and clan elders whether it would be feasible for him to provide for his parents in the future.

It is only natural that a son should provide for his parents in their old age, but there is another point involved here. Why does the eldest son get 70% of the family property? Isn't that because the eldest son is providing for his parents in their old age? Now that the eldest son of Mr. Li and Mr. Yuan is gone, and they have to live with their second son, should this family property be redistributed?