The peasant woman's three fists hurt a little

Chapter 365 Ghosts
Ashan came into the room with gruel, and lay down beside Ashan's aunt's bed, saying in a hoarse voice.

"Mom, you can eat something."

Aunt Ashan turned her back to Ashan and the others.

Ashan took a deep breath, and persuaded in a low voice and aggrieved.

"Mom, you have to eat something for me. I have no father. I can't lose you. Get up and eat something. You haven't watched me marry a wife and have children, so don't ruin your body."

Aunt Ashan got up with tears in her eyes.

He took the bowl from Ah Shan's hand and ate it with big gulps.It's not the kind of action that I want to eat, it's completely forced by myself.The action makes people feel sad when they see it.

The eyes of all the women present were red.

Ashan smiled and took Auntie Ashan's time to play.

"Mom, do you still eat?"

Aunt Ashan shook her head.Her eyes were red and bloodshot, her hair was disheveled, and her image was not much better than that of a mad woman.

Ah Shan turned his head to salute the women.

"Please take care of my mother."

Several women hurriedly said,

"You go to work, just leave it to us here."

Ah Shan went to the mourning hall to call Lai Fubao.

"You are also a member of our family now. You go to guard my mother. Let her pay attention to her body. Be more open-minded."

Fu Bao nodded, and agreed with Qiao Qiao crisply.

"kindness!"

The day went smoothly and the tomb was repaired.Just waiting for the funeral.

Fu Bao didn't come to the mourning hall to kneel tonight, but slept with Aunt Ah Shan.Yang Cuihua was able to catch her breath and went home to take care of her.Fortunately, Zhong Qi is sensible, and the livestock at home are well fed.

Before dawn, Yang Cuihua woke up early to cook.Today is the banquet, and the meal can only be served after the funeral bearers come back.Do twenty-eight seats.Eight plates and eight bowls.It can be regarded as a medium seat.

Aunt Ah Shan is a widow, but she is also a woman.It is impossible to go ahead.He could only walk behind with the help of Guixiang.The route to the grave is to walk around the village.When passing by Zhong Fei's house.

Zhong Ade's little head was caught in the crack of the door, looking at Uncle Ah Shan's coffin!

There is a shed above the coffin, and a rooster is placed on it.Suddenly the rooster and Zhong Ade looked at each other.Zhong Ade screamed.roared sharply.

"There are ghosts! There are ghosts!."

He ran home scrambling and buried himself in the quilt.Hope to feel a little safe.Zhong Mishi was terrified and came out to have a look.The long funeral mourners were all dressed in filial piety.

Zhong Mishi hurried to close the door.

Ah Shan, who was holding a basin in front of him, had veins all over his hands.

Wei Shengyu hurried over and pressed Ah Shan's hand with whitish knuckles.

"Don't delay in time. Let uncle go to the ground first. This little brat can't run away."

Ashan's eyes were full of hatred, and he wanted to turn his head to take a look.

Wei Shengyu stopped Ah Shan.

"Don't look back. Once you look back, Uncle won't be able to find the right way. You go straight ahead, don't turn back."

Ah Shan's whole body was trembling, and the hand holding the basin was already distorted out of shape.Wei Shengyu looked at it several times worriedly.When we arrived at the cemetery, we breathed a sigh of relief.

Aunt Ah Shan came from behind.

Ah Shan dropped the basin, and the carpenter buried the coffin.

Aunt Ashan paled and murmured.

"You go first, I want to accompany the old man."

Wei Shengyu was worried about 1.

Guixiang said.

"I'm here, you go first."

Everyone just dispersed.

Everyone hastened their pace and went back to the main table.The table is said to be very good.

Wei Shengyu didn't dare to walk too fast, for fear that Ah Shan would do something.Sure enough, Ah Shan slowly let everyone go ahead.After waiting for everyone to disappear, he turned sideways into the path and went straight to the village chief Zhong Fei's house.

(End of this chapter)