Chapter 49: 26.1

Chapter 26: Funeral (1) Original translation is from tenderflower's blog.

There must be a brave man under the reward.

100 copper coins were nothing to the Qin family. Sometimes they rewarded more than this to the servants.

As a result, the wives who were worried about their husband’s accidents released their hands one after another and the strong men who were hesitant strode out. After all, they all know as long as there were many people, they were not afraid of encountering wolves. Those beasts also have spirituality.

In just a few breaths, more than 40 people gathered.

The village head’s face was extremely ugly as if he had been slapped in public. It turned red and white. Of course, he was only the village head. He could call on the villagers to enter the mountain if they didn’t want to, but he had no reason to object when they offered to go. And what hurt him most was that no matter how angry he was, he couldn’t show it.

“Since everyone is eager to help, let’s go home and pick up your things, and gather here immediately afterward!”

The crowd dispersed. The village head glanced at Qin Ruhai coldly, called Zhao Dalang, and walked away.

It was only at this moment that Qin Ruhai heard a voice similar to a low roar of a beast. He followed the sound in surprise and met a pair of bloodshot eyes. Xiao Lang struggled frantically. Shu Maoting’s sleeves were torn to pieces, and his arms were covered in blood. Qin-shi’s condition was slightly better, but blood was also seen on her arms.

Was this kid crazy?

The well-informed Qin Ruhai didn’t hesitate, raised his hand, and chopped towards the back of Xiao Lang’s neck. The pain came, Xiao Lang’s movements froze, then he fell softly into Qin-shi’s arms.

Shu Wan covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

The summer was long, and when the last rays of light were about to disappear, the villagers who had entered the mountain came back.

The two workers of the Qin family carried a simple stretcher that was temporarily tied up and covered by a white cloth. When they left, the cloth was as white as snow. When they returned, it was stained with blood. Some were as thick as ink stains and some were as fine as sparks. With the shaking of the footsteps, the uneven shape under the white cloth became more and more obvious.

Xiao Shouyun held the stretcher with one hand and beat his chest with the other, crying from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like being run over by a sand table.

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The villagers who followed behind were also full of sympathy.

Hearing the movement, Qin-shi hurried out of the house and fainted with just one look. Fortunately, she was supported by Qin Ruhai and Shu Wan who followed closely behind.

“Grandfather, my mother, she...” Shu Wan called out anxiously, not wanting to look at the situation over there.

Qin Ruhai’s face was heavy: “Your mother is too sad. It’s not a big problem. You guard at home. I’ll go take a look.” Helping Qin-shi into the house, Qin Ruhai whispered to Shu Wan and strode out. That kind of scene was not suitable for little girls to see.

Looking at the distant back, Shu Wan was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt like she was in a dream. Everything was obviously fine. Why did this happen all of a sudden? Originally, she was supposed to bring her younger sister back. The family sat in the courtyard having dinner. Across the two circles of low fences, they could see Second Uncle Xiao and Xiao Lang on the side. The father and son were silent, but it was warm and harmonious.

Now, Xiao Lang was unconscious on the heated-brick bed, and Second Uncle Xiao...

Night fell in an instant.

In the distance, there were screaming cries, the lowly comfort from the villagers, and the calm and powerful voice of her grandfather, who was in command of the funeral arrangements.

Mosquitoes were buzzing in her ears and the dream suddenly became real. No matter how painful your heart was, life would continue. Even if you feel distressed and did not want to wake up, there would always be something to remind you, wake up!

Shu Wan wiped away her tears, turned around, and lit the oil lamp wrapped in gauze, leaving one in front of the kitchen door and carrying the other into the house.

Under the dim light, Xiao Lang frowned. His thin face was haggard. Shu Wan picked up the round fan on the cabinet, stayed on the top of the heated-brick bed, and fanned the wind for the two of them. She looked up at the dark night sky outside the screen window and her eyes were blank.

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Xiao Yongjiang’s house was located in the east of the village with three upper rooms and two eastern and western wings. Although it had been some years, compared with Xiao Lang’s thatched hut, one was the sky and the other was the ground.

At this moment, the stretcher was placed in the yard that had been messed up due to laziness in cleaning up.

Xiao Yongjiang knelt beside him and lowered his head to wipe his tears. Originally, he wanted to cry like his eldest son, but unexpectedly, he shouted, “Shouyun, why is your life so hard, long ago, long ago...” At this time, the villagers haven’t left, and hearing Xiao Yongjiang shout like this, everyone lost their voice. They looked at him in disbelief. Even weeping before the coffin and crying the wrong name, one was afraid that this was the only one in the past, right? If it weren’t for circumstances that didn’t allow it, he would have been sarcastic a long time ago. So Xiao Yongjiang immediately shut up, lowered his head, and pretended to be dead. He didn’t feel more comfortable until the people who helped received the money and dispersed.

Zhang-shi hid in the western wing where her two daughters lived with her four-year-old Douzi in her arms. She looked at the eldest daughter, Cuihe, who was lying in bed early, and the second daughter, Lianhua, who was playing with pieces of jewelry. Her eyes rolled and she pondered her thoughts. Although the family was separated, they were related by blood after all. Xiao Lang was still a child. This funeral must be handed over to them. Fortunately, only a few bones were left. The coffin could be bought a little smaller, but no matter how small it was, that also cost their family money!

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