When Yang Ruohing looked in that direction, the woman retreated again.

Yet he lingered at the door, unwilling to leave.

"Who is this?"

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Yang Ruqing asked Mrs. Sun.

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Mrs. Sun shook her head, "I've never seen this person before."

Yang Ruqing then stood up and was about to walk toward the door.

At this moment, the woman appeared again at the doorway of the main hall, timidly glancing towards the Eight Immortals table inside.

“May I ask if this is the Old Yang Family’s main house in Changping Village?” she asked.

Yang Ruqing saw her clearly.

Around eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in the simple summer clothes commonly worn by rural women.

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Her hair was jet black and shiny, with clear and bright eyebrows and eyes.

He stood there, giving off an air of quiet grace.

The skin was also paler, and the hands intertwined were clearly not used to hard labor.

“Right, this is Lao Yang's main house in Changping Village. May I ask, which of us are you looking for? What can we do for you?”

Yang Ruqing asked, she was a little curious about the identity of this unfamiliar woman.

The woman cast a glance around, then, like magic, produced a bundle from behind her.

“I am the parent of a student from Xuedang. I heard that Mr. Yang’s father passed away, so I came to offer my condolences.”

The package was laid out on the table and unwrapped. Inside, there was indeed a string of firecrackers and a few joss paper sticks.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the patched bag and the patches on the woman's elbows and knees.

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This woman's family must not be well-off, and she could still spend money to buy fireworks for a funeral procession. It shows that she is a person who respects her teachers and understands filial piety.

"Thank you for your kind thoughts, sister, please sit down."

Yang Ruoqing quickly beckoned the woman to sit down.

The woman did not sit down, she stood by the table.

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"Well, I'd better go now..." she said.

"Hey, don't rush off just yet, I haven't even had the chance to ask your name, sister..."

Yang Ruqing said, and immediately picked up pen and paper.

And on the side, Mrs. Sun grabbed a stool and beckoned to the woman: "Miss, please have a seat."

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Here, Yang Ruohong began to take notes, while inquiring about the woman's origins.

The woman blushed a little and said, “I’m from Li Jia Village, Xiaohua Li’s older sister.”

"If you write these things, your master should know."

The woman added another sentence, her face slightly flushed.

Yang Ruqing smiled and respected the woman's opinion.

Could you please tell your student's name? I want to ask this gentleman teacher to take extra care of her younger brother during class, okay?

Understanding.

After registration was complete, Li also left.

Here, Dazhan suddenly said, "I remember who she is!"

“Who is it?” Yang Ruqing asked.

Duan said: "Didn't Li Jia Village used to have a school? She was the daughter of the schoolmaster."

“At that time, she came to the school once, and I met her.”

Yang Ruqing and Mrs. Sun looked at each other, both suddenly understanding.

“When Li Caizhu, the wealthy man from Lijia Village, was still alive, he built a small schoolhouse and hired an old scholar from the same village to teach.” Yang Ruoheng said.

Later, Master Li was found guilty of a crime and was being hunted by the imperial court. The academy also shut down, and the old scholar had nothing to do.

"It is said that after his family left, he picked up his hoe again and planned to work in the fields."

“Though he was frail, he died less than a year and a half later due to illness. His wife, a scholar’s daughter, was left with their two children.”

"I presume that young lady who just arrived is the scholar's daughter, isn't she?" Yang Ruqing said.

Sun nodded: "It should be so. This young lady looks quiet and composed, she doesn't look like a simple country girl at all."

Yang Ruqing hummed in response.

Xiùcái is a scholar, and that woman probably often received instruction from her father when she was young; perhaps she can even read.

Thinking of her dignified appearance again, Yang Ruqing's mind moved.

If this girl were with the eldest brother...

It might actually work out!

Of course, it depends on their fate. Uncle just passed away recently, so it's not appropriate to talk about anything else right now.

Sun quickly went back to the backyard and continued working.

From morning to afternoon, then to the night.

Everyone, from nearby villages and those with connections to the deceased, came to pay their respects.

After dinner that night, Yang Ruqing handed her account book to Lao Yangtou and then returned home with Sun Shi.

The men went to keep vigil as usual tonight. Yang Ruqing was worried that Xia An would be scared, so she brought him to sleep with her and Sun Shi's room.

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The next day, Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang were in their own courtyard.

The blacksmith Luo has already prepared everything for the funeral wreaths, besides rice grains and cloth.

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Tuoba Xian directly ordered the guards who had been under her command that day to come and help send wreaths for Lao Tie.

Seeing Yang Ruqing coming over, Tuo Ba Xian and Luo Tiejiang both came to greet Yang Ruqing and talk about these gifts they had brought.

"Qing'er, do you think these are almost enough? If not, we can get more silver!" Luotiejian said. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

All relatives sent wreaths, but we can't be outdone by other relatives.

This way, Yang's family embarrassed his niece-in-law and also lowered the status of his nephew and Lao Luo's family.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Enough!"

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"After all, I'm just the niece-in-law, I can't give the most."

She understood Luo Tiejiang's desire to be strong. She turned to Luo Tiejiang and said, "Baimei is a daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law's family needs to be in the lead. We should take second place."

The blacksmith nodded. “Alright, I’ll do it as you say!”

Yang Ruqing said, “Then I’ll go to the ancestral hall first. When it's almost time, Uncle, you guys can come over.”

“Okay, go ahead and get busy. Don’t worry about this, we’ve got it covered!”

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In the ancestral hall, besides Lao Yangtou and Tan Shi, everyone else from the Lao Yang family, except for those from the second branch, had come.

Yang Huamei handed the twins over to Zhuanzi's mother and Wang Cuifua to help take care of them, and she herself came over with Wang Zhuanzi wearing mourning clothes. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Suddenly, the cold and quiet ancestral hall became lively.

Lao Yang has a large family, and all of them put on white clothes to gather together. It's really quite a sight!

Many people in the village came to see the excitement.

The spiritual life of people in this era is impoverished, and this is undoubtedly a large-scale collective phenomenon.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a row of cushions was laid out on the ground.

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As wreaths arrived, one after another, the people of Lao Yang's family knelt down on the cushions at the entrance of the ancestral hall to greet them.

Jin has no natal family.

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Thus, it was the Sun family, the old Wang family, and the old Luo family who came to send wreaths.

Every time it came, cannons and trumpets blared in unison.

The people at Lao Yang's household wept in a heap, waiting for relatives bearing wreaths to come and help them up one by one. Then they swarmed into the ancestral hall to pay their respects to Yang Hua’an.

Old Yang's family also arranged for their own men to be responsible for receiving guests.

After the worship ceremony, the procession sending wreaths was invited to Lao Yang's ancestral home to take their seats, preparing for the subsequent banquet.

In the morning, Yang Ruoqing's ears were filled with the sounds of gunfire and crying.

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Of course, children are not sensible and cannot feel this kind of atmosphere.