The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space-Chapter 2274: Funeral (20)

Next, although the Yang Family’s main house didn’t hang mourning decorations, they still replaced the bright red and green bedding arrangements in each room with plain colors, and even the red lanterns under the corridor were removed.

Everyone’s clothing also changed to plain colors.

Although Yang Peili said there was no need, Yang Ruxin still sent someone to inform Yang Baixiang, after all, he is a son, and if he doesn’t come back, there will inevitably be gossip.

Over at the Yang Family’s old residence, Yang Rusong had already taken leave from the academy and come back to take charge of the situation. He first notified everyone in the village he could reach, then had someone help inform Yang Baihui and the An Family.

Meanwhile, preparations for the mourning hall began.

Unfortunately, there were not many people at home who could help, so everything seemed chaotic and rushed.

Furthermore, if they wanted to hold a large gathering, there would be a shortage of silver, but fortunately, Yang Ruxin arrived at this moment, bringing her younger siblings along. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Elder Cousin Sister," Yang Rusong said, somewhat excitedly.

"Mhm." Yang Ruxin didn’t say much, "I brought Uncle Du here, tell him if you need anything done. Don’t worry about the silver, while she was alive I couldn’t stand her, but now that she’s passed, I won’t let her be too shabby."

Du Chengxiu stepped forward, slightly bowing to Yang Rusong, "Scholar, feel free to instruct us."

"Thank you, Elder Cousin Sister," Yang Rusong breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Du Chengxiu was methodical in his work, organizing everything clearly and with the capable Yang Family servants brought by Yang Ruxin, each performing their duties, nothing was chaotic.

Soon, the villagers who came to help also arrived. Seeing Yang Ruxin, no one acted haughty, and all followed Du Chengxiu’s arrangements.

By the time the sun set, everything was arranged. The entire Yang Family’s old residence was draped in mourning.

As for the people, those who needed to be informed were informed, those who could come had arrived, and those who couldn’t would arrive the next morning.

In life, Yang Anshi hadn’t prepared burial clothes or a coffin, so they bought ready-made ones from the town. However, due to the willingness to spend silver, they were quite dignified.

The village chief accompanied Yang Peili to the Yang Family ancestral grave at the foot of the mountain to inspect the burial site. After Yang Anshi is buried, Elder Yang would also be buried there eventually.

Yang Baichuan and Feng Caie, familiar with the villagers, were responsible for welcoming and sending guests.

Yang Baixiang arrived, supporting the pregnant Pei Xiaoxia.

"Go offer incense and pay respects, then rest in the room next door," Dong Wenxiu directed Pei Xiaoxia, "You don’t need to keep vigil here. Yang Miao, stay close to the Xiaowu family from now on."

"Don’t worry, madam," Yang Miao nodded.

Yang Ruxin similarly led her younger siblings to offer incense and pay respects before stepping back. Though she came to help, it didn’t mean she would act as a filial granddaughter to Yang Anshi; she didn’t deserve it!

"Mother, why do they get away with not kneeling?" Yang Ruohuai glanced at Xiaofeng and others who just paid respects and came out, feeling dissatisfied, he rushed out to find Feng Caie, "I don’t want to kneel either."

Yang Ruxin shook her head, when Yang Anshi was alive, besides liking Yang Baihe, she favored Yang Ruohuai among the grandchildren, consequently, he grew crooked. Even after Scholar Feng’s long attempt at teaching, it still hadn’t worked.

"That’s because..." Feng Caie glanced at Xiaofeng but met Yang Ruxin’s vaguely smiling eyes and hurriedly twisted her mouth, patting her younger son, "That’s because your grandmother liked you the most while alive, always giving you good things, not Xiaofeng, right?"

Yang Ruohuai was seven, but seemed to only grow in appetite, not intelligence. Hearing this, he pondered with his head tilted, it seemed correct, so he turned and walked back inside, "Then I’ll go kneel for Grandmother."

If not for the inappropriate setting, Yang Ruxin would have laughed.

Feng Caie looked at Yang Ruxin again, then awkwardly smiled and turned to the kitchen. She was quite afraid of Yang Ruxin now, as her status had greatly surpassed hers, and now, she had no qualification even to be jealous.

"It’s cold outside, go wait in the side room," Yang Ruxin instructed Erni and the others to go to the room Pei Xiaoxia was resting in, "Don’t hang around Aunt Xiaowu."

Everyone nodded.

In the main hall, Dong Wenxiu knelt at the position for the main house but realized she couldn’t cry, so she simply helped burn some paper money.

Yang Baihe knelt beside Dong Wenxiu; her tears hadn’t stopped. When someone entered to offer incense, she returned the gesture, appearing much more understanding suddenly.

"Sister-in-law," when no one was entering, Yang Baihe turned to glance at Dong Wenxiu, "You hate my mother, so why come to keep vigil?"

Dong Wenxiu raised her eyes, "No, I don’t hate her."

Yang Baihe frowned.

"I actually quite thank her," Dong Wenxiu sighed, looking at the coffin, "If it weren’t for her relentless pressure, I would have been that cowardly self, and my Xinxin wouldn’t have woken up, and our family wouldn’t have the life we have now..."

Yang Baihe’s face immediately twisted.

"And now that she’s dead, I won’t hate her anymore," Dong Wenxiu put some paper money into the fire basin, "I only hope my children live peacefully and happily, nothing else matters."

Yang Baihe lowered her eyes, hiding her emotions.

Dong Wenxiu stopped speaking.

"Mother, mother..." At this point, a piercing cry came from outside, then someone rushed in like the wind, clinging to the coffin and wailing, "Why did you leave? Just abandoning us like this, how could you endure it? Mother, was someone plotting against you?"

It was none other than Yang Baihui.

"Mother, how could you bear to abandon your daughter..." Yang Baihui wailed with all her strength, even pounding the coffin, "Who is so cruel? Finally acted against you."

Her words caused all the ones present to frown, making it sound like Yang Anshi was murdered, with the implication far too clear, which was evidently accusing Yang Ruxin of killing—ridiculously stupid.

"What are you yapping for?" Fortunately, she wasn’t allowed to cry long before Yang Peili came out, "Don’t cry if you don’t want to, so you don’t disgust people."

Huh? Yang Baihui was instantly dumbfounded, what did he mean by don’t cry if you can’t cry? Though she wasn’t genuinely sad about Yang Anshi’s death, she wasn’t reluctant to cry either.

Yang Ruxin heard the cries and came out, and Yang Peili’s words nearly made her laugh; the old man truly saw through everyone now, speaking with sharp accuracy.

"Dad," Yang Baihui finally returned to her senses, "Wasn’t my mother’s death too sudden? Why did she pass? Shouldn’t I ask?"