"That's right, this marriage, it seems that Kozumi wasn't keen on it from the start..." a woman spoke up first.

But she was immediately interrupted by another woman: "How do you know that Zichuan doesn't want to? You're not a mind reader."

At first, the woman said, "If Zichuan truly desired this marriage, he wouldn't have gone to Chang Huai Prefecture a few days ago."

"Besides, Kazuka is already thirty years old. He keeps delaying his marriage, and he's carrying a person in his heart, someone he has but can't get. That's why he never really cares about getting married!"

That person, needless to say, you should all know who it is, right?

Several women looked at each other in surprise. At this moment, Liu shi, who had started the conversation, quickly lowered her face and said, "You'd better keep quiet! Why are you meddling in my daughter's affairs? My Qing'er has sharp ears, if she hears this, it will be troublesome!"

The Liu family, who loved gossip the most, was the first to jump out and stop the others' mouths. She even nervously glanced back at Old Mu's courtyard.

She dares to gossip about anyone, except for Qing'er's. Liu shi would never dare touch that.

And the other women quickly shut their mouths out of respect. Yang Ruqing was not someone to be offended, and they didn't dare to offend her either. So, the conversation shifted back to discussing Lao Mu's family funeral...

Yang Ruqing didn't have ears that long, so she couldn't hear the commotion outside. Even if she did, she wouldn't be able to pay attention to those idle words at this moment.

Because she is assisting Mu Kozuru with funeral arrangements as Kozuru's daughter-in-law.

In the west room, older women like Mrs. Sun and Wang Cuilian had already entered.

The first thing everyone did was rush up and take down the bedding from Zichuan's bed, then they took out the pillow under her head.

"Aunt San, why did you take my mother's pillow? My mother couldn't sleep well when she was alive, and she absolutely couldn't do without a pillow!" Mu Ziquan stood aside, asking in confusion.

Sun's movements froze, then she lowered her voice and said: "This is a custom in our Mian Niushan area. After people die, they can't let her see the soles of their feet. It's not good for her, nor for the descendants."

At this moment, Wang Cuilian went over again and gently took off Zichuan's mother's pair of socks. She then placed them together with the pillow and gave them to Mu Zichuan.

"What's this again...?" Mu Zichuan was even more confused.

Mrs. Sun continued, "This is also a custom in our area. Putting socks and pillows on the roof means your mother will ascend to heaven to become an immortal instead of going down to suffer…"

At this point, Mu Zichuan understood.

He coaxed her with teary nods, extending his hands to receive the pillow and socks his mother had used before she passed away. Holding them close, he turned and left the room.

Looking at his leaving figure, both Sun Shi and Wang Cuilian were full of heartache, and Yang Ruoqing also couldn't bear to look straight.

“Let’s continue,” Mrs. Sun said.

“Qing’er, you are your godmother’s adopted daughter. Please go get a clay pot, we’ll be burning paper later.”

Besides, there are also incense sticks, rice, firecrackers. You go and get those things. Later on, I'll have Zichuan dismantle the door panels...

As the head of the village and Yang Ruqing's father, Yang Huazhong would naturally come to help both officially and personally.

Several respected elders from the village took their seats in the main hall, and they also invited an experienced woman from Li Jia Village known for handling funeral arrangements to oversee the proceedings.

...those who dismantle door panels, light incense candles, seek tailors to make mourning clothes, contact Taoist priests' groups, and inform relatives and friends of the death...

With everyone's help, the preparations proceeded smoothly.

By the time relatives from Mu Zi Chuan's maternal uncle's side came to pay their respects, his mother had already changed into mourning clothes and moved from her bed to lie on a mat by the door.

The mourning hall was set up in the main hall. All the items previously prepared for the wedding, related to red and festive celebrations, were moved to other rooms and locked away.

In the vast, empty hall, a white curtain hung in the center. On the white cloth, a large, conspicuous character "奠" was written in black ink.

This is the couplet, and after the couplet comes the coffin. But since Zi Chuan's mother passed away less than twenty-four hours ago, the coffin is currently empty.

The corpse remained in the west room where Kazune's mother lived.

A door panel stood beside Nishiki's bed, with Kawashima lying on it. Her hands were crossed over her chest, holding a piece of incense paper between them.

Two layers of incense paper were placed over her face, and on the ground beside her head lay the clay basin that Yang Ruqing had brought earlier.

Muki Kawachika, already dressed in mourning clothes, knelt there burning paper money in a basin.

Yang Ruqing also had someone bring Luo Bao back from the academy. At this moment, both mother and daughter were dressed in mourning clothes. Yang Ruqing brought Luo Bao to kowtow to Zichuan's grandmother, this "godmother".

It's all over. Let her sit quietly over there, with Wang Cuilian and Sun Shi accompanying her.

Then, Yang Ruoheng glanced at Mu Zichuan who was burning paper money. Mu Zichuan had been lost in his grief all day, unable to pull himself out of the world of sadness.

Yang Ruqing let out a soft sigh, but still got up and walked over to him.

Before I could say a few words of comfort, there came from the courtyard outside the mournful cries of a woman.

“It should be your uncle's mother-in-law who has arrived. You should get up and greet them quickly.” Yang Ruqing reminded him hastily.

Mu Zi Chuan just lifted his head, his eyes swollen red like peaches. He got up stiffly, but almost fell over.

Both Sun Shi and Wang Cuilian were startled. From this angle, if they fell down, they would definitely hit the door panel. If they accidentally knocked over Kazu's body in the process, it would be a disaster...

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Luckily, Yang Ruqing was quick-witted and reacted fast, catching him before he fell.

"Zi Chuan, I know you're heartbroken, and so am I." Yang Ru Qing said in a low voice.

"Auntie, since your mother has already passed away, now you must turn your grief into strength. You need to handle her funeral properly and smoothly so she can enter paradise quickly!"

Hearing her consolation, and seeing her in front of me, dressed in white, with tears on her face,

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Mu Zichuan's heart suddenly moved. In a trance, it seemed as if she were his daughter-in-law and Luo Baobei was his own daughter.

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She and her daughter accompanied him through this difficult time of losing his mother...

“I’m going to pick up my uncles.” Mu Zichuan said in a hushed voice, struggling to stand steady and walk towards the door.

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Soon, Mu Zichuan's two aunts, two sisters-in-law, and his cousin Liu Doukou all rushed into the west room crying.

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Five women wept loudly on both sides of the door.

Mu Zichuan's two aunts wept and beat the edge of the door, "My dear sister, why did you just leave like this, oh my goodness, I can't bear to part with you, my dear sister, my own sister..."

Genius one second: m.

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