Sun said, "Go back and see your grandfather, and by the way, take a trip to the outhouse."

"How's Gaga doing?" Yang Ruqing asked.

The old woman who had been with him for his whole life passed away, and the old man's heart must be filled with the deepest sorrow. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated! ?

So everyone stopped him from going to the ancestral hall, didn't let him see his grandmother's coffin. Then they invited old men like Dagong over to keep him company, trying to distract him.

Hearing Yang Ruqing's question, Sun Shi said: "How much better could it be? When I went there, at least I had your big brother-in-law with me. The two of us smoked dry tobacco together."

Liu Dajiao, who lived next door, quickly said: "This old man suddenly lost his wife. It's hard for him to get over this grief. You children and grandchildren should spend more time with him these days. Over time, he'll naturally feel better."

Sun shi nodded, "Sister-in-law, since my daughter Qing'er is here to pick me up, why don't you go and rest for a while?"

Liu Dajiao shook her head, “I can’t sleep either. In a little over an hour, I have to get up and cook breakfast. It might as well be not sleeping at all. But I need to go home and change my shoes; these are wet and uncomfortable to wear.”

“Sister-in-law, would you like me to accompany you back?” Sun asked.

Liu Daniu shook her head, "No need, no need, I'm not afraid. It's just a few steps, I'll be there in a while. You two, hurry to the ancestral hall!"

After parting ways with Liu Da-niang, Yang Ruqing walked toward the ancestral hall, arm in arm with Sun Shi.

"Mother, I heard that Aunt Liu was begging you for something earlier. What was it?" Yang Ruqing couldn't help but ask.

Mrs. Sun said, “Liu, Big Sister wants us to take Cui'er with us this trip. I’d help her find a reliable family outside the mountains, preferably near Changping Village. The conditions have to be decent.”

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"Finding a husband for Cuier?" Yang Ruoheng raised an eyebrow, her guess was somewhat similar to what she had thought.

"So what do you say then? You're really going to take Cuier back to Changping Village?" Yang Ruqing asked again.

Sun said, "As for taking people back, I haven't discussed it with you all yet. How could I make my own decisions?"

"I told her, 'You two only have one daughter. If I take her away, you'll be so lonely!'"

Moreover, Cuier is only thirteen or fourteen years old. She has never been far from her parents before. To be suddenly taken away by me, the child's mind wouldn't adapt well, and she might even have a hard time adjusting to the new environment...

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“Anyway, I promised her. When I return, I'll definitely keep an eye out for a suitable match and let them know.” Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Ruqing nodded, "Hmm, Mother's right. We can't just easily take this person out. If we do, we'll be responsible for Cui'er's lifelong happiness, and we can't afford that responsibility."

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It's not wise to play matchmaker for others.

When that time comes and things are settled, even sensible people will have a good word for you.

If a couple's relationship doesn't work out after you set them up, both families will blame you for being the matchmaker and say that you were a bad influence.

Therefore, unless Yang Ruoheng knew the details and truly felt that the two children were a perfect match, she wouldn't try to play matchmaker.

Otherwise, she wouldn't easily pull it, nor would she support her family in doing so.

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“Mother, what did Liu’s wife say when she heard your refusals?” Yang Ruqing asked again.

Mrs. Sun shook her head, "I won't push any further, just say I should pay more attention."

Yang Ruqing nodded.

When the east began to lighten, the last ceremony also came to an end.

Sun Lao Tai's coffin was carried to the entrance of the ancestral hall. Eight men, each with a white sash tied around their heads, stood on both sides of the coffin, ready to move as soon as the appointed hour arrived.

The Sun family, led by Dazunshi, donned mourning clothes and wept beside the coffin.

By this time, Yang Ruoqing couldn't control herself anymore, letting tears flow freely once again.

In my mind, ears, and heart, it's like many voices keep saying over and over: "Grandma is leaving, she's really leaving, she will never come back..."

Thinking of this, Yang Ruqing couldn't help but kneel beside the coffin and weep.

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A faint strange smell crept into Yang Ruocheng's nose, and she was startled, thinking it might be her imagination.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to bend down, she sniffed again. This time, she was almost certain that the body inside was starting to decompose.

It's been such hot weather for almost four days now. If it weren't for the ice delaying things, I estimate the food would have gone bad two days ago.

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It's early morning right now, the sun hasn't risen yet. I reckon that once it does, things will start to decompose more quickly.

Yang Ruqing then came to Da Sūn's side, leaned close to Da Sūn's ear and whispered a few words.

Da Sun shi was startled, choking back her sobs. "Really? You couldn't be mistaken?"

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "There's nothing wrong, Auntie. If you don't believe me, just smell it yourself."

Big Sun, as if smelling the place where a coffin lid meets the body, sniffed around for a few moments and then covered her nose, almost vomiting.

To be blunt, she runs a pig farm and also works as a butcher.

Sometimes, when those unsold pork cuts go bad and have to be thrown away, that's the kind of smell.

"You should hurry and persuade your mother and your sister. They are crying all the way here. Otherwise, they will be crying on top of his grave later. You need to leave right now."

Firecrackers crackle and pop, cannon fire booms, wails echo throughout the land, cries of grief rend the air, and paper money flutters everywhere.

Thus, a group of people escorted Old Mrs. Sun up the mountain and buried her in the Lao Sun family's ancestral tomb.

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When the grave was ready, everyone knelt down by it and wept.

Days of exhaustion, coupled with excessive grief, caused Ms. Sun to faint halfway through her crying.

"I'll send her down the mountain first!" Yang Huazhong hurried over, but was pushed aside by a figure. "You men have your own things to do, I'll carry her!" The speaker was Liu Dalian, Cui'er's mother.

Yang Ruqing glanced at Liu's mother, "Mother Liu, I'm afraid you can't carry it. Let my father do it instead!"

"Hey, your mother couldn't possibly be heavier than a fat pig, could she? You see, back when I lived with my folks, my father, and my two brothers, we were all butchers. I could grab hold of a pig's tail and its hind legs, and lift a pig weighing over a hundred pounds onto my shoulders and carry it a long way."

As she spoke, Aunt Liu rolled up her sleeves and, with a sweep of her arm, hoisted Mrs. Sun onto her back. Then, she strode away like the wind.

Looking at Liu Daniu's broad and stout figure, and Sun's thin frame, it should be fine.

But even so, Yang Ruqing was still uneasy and hurried after them with Xiaohua, supporting them on either side.

The Sun family's old house.

When Yang Ruohqing and her party escorted the Sun family back home, they only learned afterward that when the coffin was carried up the mountain earlier, Old Sun had been pulled by Big Ga Gong and another old man and not allowed to go to the ancestral hall.

Then the old man stood at the entrance of the yard, looking at the road that the coffin must pass. After the coffin containing Grandma Sun slowly passed by, the old man spat blood directly from his mouth and fainted with white eyes.