Although Yang Ruqing disapproved of Lao Yangtou's plan to hold a funeral for the patriarch, she didn't openly oppose it.

On the one hand, this is something Lao Yang really wants to do, he has his own ideas.

On the other hand, the deceased was of great stature.

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Even a stray dog or cat that dies would evoke some compassion in people, wanting to move them to a better place.

Dig a small hole, scoop some earth and bury them.

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Besides, the old master is just one person, and moreover, he is related to everyone by blood.

Helping him with his funeral arrangements is also considered a good deed.

“Grandpa, take this money and take care of it.” Yang Ruqing directly handed an ingot to Old Yang.

Here is Yun Cheng. Lao Yang Tou has to hold a funeral for the old master and needs to invite Taoists.

Moreover, things like burial preparation, purchasing a coffin, and the actual burial all require manpower.

In this foreign land, with no relatives to turn to, one can only rely on enough money to get things done.

Old Yang looked at the silver note Yang Ruqing had passed him, shook his head and said, "You don't need to make up for it, this is something I have to take responsibility for, it should be me who pays."

Yang Ruqing knew Old Yang's stubborn personality, so she didn't insist any further.

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Yang Huazhong said, "Father, you don't need Qing'er's, just use mine."

Yang Huazhong also took out a silver note worth one hundred taels, “This was the compensation that Old Master gave us last time. This money is his coffin money, and now, we'll use this coffin money to take care of his funeral.”

This money, Lao Yang got it.

I was thinking, should I go and get those nephews of the old master's family over here, give them some money, and have them come to mourn for the old master in white.

“It’s quite lively, what do you think?” Lao Yang inquired of Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruqing.

Yang Huazhong's face showed hesitation, the old housekeeper also stopped crying, and Yang Ruoqing directly refused.

“Although they would certainly come to shroud the old man in mourning and wear filial garb if given enough money, however,”

"If the old master were to have a spirit in heaven, he definitely wouldn't want to, nor would he care to see those people with fake tears on their faces, but who are actually laughing inside, coming over to act as 'filial sons and grandchildren'." She said.

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Yang Huazhong said, “Well, I agree with Qing’er’s words.”

The old butler also nodded, in agreement.

Elder Yang said, "Okay, let's do it your way. Qing'er is right, for this last leg of the journey, we don't need those insincere people to see us off. They would upset the old master and us."

The old steward said, "It's a pity, the old master lived his whole life and in the end, not even a single person came to give him a proper farewell!"

This kind of thing is all done by the eldest son. If the eldest son is gone, then let the other sons do it.

The old grandfather's son killed him and is now on the run, fleeing from justice.

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The eldest grandson died a few years ago, and now there is only one granddaughter left.

The only granddaughter was also taken back to her maternal home by the Zhou family, and the grandfather did not show his face.

Upon thinking this, Old Yang raised his head to look at Yang Huazhong. His expression was tangled and complex, somewhat difficult to utter.

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"Dad, do you want me to be this filial son? Help Uncle Yang break the basin and carry his portrait?" Yang Huazhong saw through Lao Yangtou's meaning and asked directly.

Old Yang nodded, "If I had other options, I wouldn't want you to do this..."

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Because I'm still alive, it's a bit inauspicious to have Yang Huazhong do these things.

But thinking that this was his own cousin, a blood relative, Old Yang's heart softened.

Yang Huazhong said, “Father, if you think it’s okay, I’ll break this basin. I’m your nephew, and nephews are also capable!”

Old Yang raised his hand and patted Yang Huazhong's shoulder, "Your uncle is in heaven and will bless you."

That's it, the decision is made.

Next, it's time to prepare for the old master's funeral. The funeral will be held in the small courtyard behind Yang's mansion.

Following the local customs of Yun Cheng, they invited a group of Taoist priests to perform a ritual.

Trumpets and clarinets, blare away!

Because this death came so suddenly, the old patriarch's original coffin was made of very good wood.

That had been prepared before the old patriarch's sixtieth birthday; it was to be his home for eternity after he died.

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This time, in a hurry, Yang Huazhong went to the coffin shop and bought an ordinary coffin to make do with.

Because the weather was too hot, Yang Ruqing proposed burning the old master's body first before performing the rituals.

Otherwise, these waves of stench could knock you out.

And, it also spread germs, causing these living people to suffer.

Mr. Lao Yang and the old butler discussed it and agreed.

The sorcerer's ceremony was finally proceeding smoothly, without a whiff of unpleasantness. Yang Huazhong, dressed in mourning clothes and wearing filial piety headgear, smashed a basin, held up the summoning banner, and placed the portrait...

Yang Huazhong, despite the sweltering heat, diligently played the role of a filial son and grandson.

There was no trace of irreverence, only solemnity and sorrow.

Yang Ruqing saw it with her own eyes, full of heartache.

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And Old Yang, on the other hand, had a face full of satisfaction.

The old man seemed to see himself a hundred years later, when he passed away, his third son would surely be like this too.

Happiness is relative.

At this moment, Lao Yang felt a sense of satisfaction he had never experienced in the past few decades.

At night, the rituals were still ongoing because Old Master Yang had died unjustly, so some special ceremonies needed to be performed.

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So that night, everyone stayed up all night.

Once tonight's ceremony is over, we can bury him tomorrow morning.

This night, in a certain inconspicuous room of an unremarkable brothel on a certain fireworks lane in Yuncheng.

Yang Wenxuan sat crookedly at the table, one hand clutching a drumstick, the other a bottle of wine.

Take a bite of chicken leg and gulp down some soju.

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"Father, you drink..."

He raised the wine gourd in his hand and poured it onto the ground in front of him.

"Father, drink this. An unfilial son offers you a toast. On the path to the underworld, may you... have a good journey..."

As Yang Wenxuan watered, he started crying again.

"Father, son didn't mean to kill you. Son was just overcome with anger in the moment, it was an accident..."

“You really are something else, you know. You’re leaving all your money behind when I'm your only son!”

“I have nothing left now, if you give me your last bit of money, who knows, I might just be able to turn things around!”

“This matter, it's not my fault, I didn't mean to kill you, I really just slipped up…” Yang Wenxuan said and burst into tears again.

He raised the wine jug in his hand and gulped it down, swig after swig.

It's done, the winepot fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Yang Wenxuan was also drunk, his body leaning to one side as he fell to the ground, snoring loudly and unconscious.

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