Rebirth at Seventy: Counterattack on Life

Zhou Jinxin and Song Zhengyang arranged to decorate the funeral hall and receive people who came to express their condolences.

Zhou Jinling and Zhou Jinjie took people to the homes of relatives and friends to pay their respects.

Wang Fugui found a few brothers with good connections to help guard the spirit.

Originally, this should all be the son's business, but the Zhou family has no sons. Fortunately, they have several capable daughters and two good sons-in-law, who have arranged everything properly.

Everything was going in an orderly manner. When Captain Wang came with his comrades from the engineering team to help, several close neighbors had already arrived in the Zhou family's house.

"Look, we also said that if you don't have a son, you're afraid that your daughters won't be able to come over. Isn't this all good?"

"A son-in-law is half a son. If Lao Zhou has two good sons-in-law, he can be regarded as having a good son."

"It's not that bad. The two sons-in-law of the Zhou family are both in trouble."

The comrades of the engineering team felt sincerely when they saw that everything was busy but not chaotic and orderly.

"Okay, stop talking and help quickly. There are more and more people here. Whose house is closest? Go home and get some chairs, benches, etc."

Captain Wang saw that the Zhou family's home was in good condition and there was no chaos as he imagined, so he quickly helped make arrangements.

Lao Zhou is not only his old buddy, but also his in-laws. He can also be regarded as a serious relative, but he does not have to be more considerate and helpful than others.

I looked back at the house and saw my old lady helping to look after the children and accompanying her younger siblings on the kang. I felt even more relieved and hurried home to get my things.

He remembered that he still had some white cloth at home, so he should bring it over and use it first, and then call the boss over. If there are more people, use more hands.

There are not many relatives in the Zhou family, except for two in-laws, only the second aunt is left. Zhou Jinling called the second aunt Murakami, and the second aunt rushed over within two or three hours.

"Ah sister, why did my brother-in-law leave so suddenly.

My poor brother-in-law, I never saw him for the last time.

Oh, my God, God, you don’t have eyes~"

After entering the house, before Mrs. Yao could say anything, the second aunt started crying and started talking.

"Hey, big sister, please stop crying, this child just fell asleep."

Her voice scared Captain Wang's daughter-in-law, let alone Zhenzhen, who had just been coaxed to sleep. She opened her eyes with a shiver and looked around in panic. She didn't see her mother. Mouth is about to cry.

“Oh oh oh, Zhen Zhen is good, you won’t be scared if you touch her fur.

Grandma Wang hugged her, and Grandma Wang patted her. "

Captain Wang's wife quickly stroked Zhen Zhen's hair with her hands and gently coaxed her. After a while, she finally comforted Zhen Zhen.

Yao Yawen also brought her sister back to her senses by crying.

"Here, sit down. Your brother-in-law suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night. He couldn't wake him up. He went to the hospital most of the night and couldn't leave a single word before he left."

"This old man has been a dull gourd all his life. He can't even be kicked out. Who would have thought that he would be like this before he left, without even leaving a word for us."

Yao Yawen seemed to be talking to himself or to his sister, which made everyone present feel sad.

"Mom~"

Xiao Wu was already sad, fearing that her mother would be even worse. She never dared to cry and secretly wiped her tears aside. Now after hearing what her mother said, she couldn't help it anymore and threw herself into her mother's arms and started crying. Out of breath.

Yao Yawen couldn't help it this time, and had been suppressing the urge to cry. Now when Xiao Wuyi rushed over, she couldn't suppress the grief in her heart, and she cried bitterly.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, good boy, stop crying.

Aunt Zhou, you too, don’t cry. Sooner or later, we all have this day, and we living people have to endure it. "

At this moment, Aunt Chen, the old neighbor, also rushed over. Seeing the Xiaowu mother-in-law crying in each other's arms, her eyes were red, and she choked with sobs and tried to persuade the two women.

The second aunt originally wanted to persuade her sister and Xiaowu, but who knew that tears fell from her mouth first, and she was sobbing so hard that she couldn't say a complete sentence.

The crying this time was different from when she first came in. When had her sister cried like this? This made her feel so sad that she just wanted to cry.

When the aunts and ladies around saw this situation, they quickly gathered around, crying and persuading, and the room became a mess for a while.

After three days of silence, the Zhou family became lively again in the early morning.

There were more than a dozen cars parked at the entrance of the alley. They were all found with the help of Song Zhengyang and Wang Fugui. Old man Zhou will be sent to the crematorium for cremation today and then buried in the Zhou family's ancestral grave.

Relatives and friends have to go with me to send them off, so I can’t let others go with me.

Song Zhengyang asked a few friends to borrow a few cars, and some idle cars from the work unit also came with him. The second uncle of the Song family also helped find a few cars, and Wang Fugui, whom he had met a lot in the past few years. He is a down-to-earth person, well-liked, and has many people willing to help.

There are also many people left at home to help prepare food. After the funeral, we always prepare a banquet to thank everyone for their help.

Originally, Song Zhengyang planned to arrange the banquet in the work canteen, but the second aunt said that it would be better to arrange the banquet at home, as the bustle would distract her sister.

The family specially invited a cook who was good at making banquet noodles. Aunt Chen and Captain Wang's wife helped. Several neighbor aunts brought dishes, chopsticks, plates, tables, chairs and benches from their own homes to help.

The courtyard was busy preparing for a banquet, and Old Man Zhou was being sent to his ancestral grave.

"Dad~"

In front of the grave, several daughters and sons-in-law, including the two children of the second aunt's family, knelt in a row and finally kowtowed to Old Man Zhou.

Old man Zhou's funeral was considered a scene in this era, and Yao Yawen was quite satisfied.

Neither she nor the old man has any relatives, and there are not many people in the family at ordinary times. Now that they are gone, it is a great honor to have a lively event.

There were about ten tables set up inside and outside the house. Wang Fugui bought a few bottles of liquor and invited the brothers who had been helping with the vigil over the past few days to have a good drink.

The banquet was sumptuous, including chicken and fish, and everyone ate happily. The last few aunts who helped clean up took baskets of vegetables home, and they were very happy.

At this point, Old Man Zhou's funeral is over, and the burning of paper in the round tomb is an afterthought.

After everyone left, Yao Yawen sat in the room, looking out the window at the place where his wife often basked in the sun, feeling empty in his heart.

"It's quiet this time. I don't have to wait on him in the middle of the night by turning him over and urinating. I don't have to scrub his body on hot days. I don't have to help him out to bask in the sun when the weather is nice..."

"Sister, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry."

The second aunt looked at the eldest sister sitting blankly in front of the window and talking to herself, and said in a low voice.

"Don't cry anymore. Why are you crying? Aunt Chen is right. Everyone has to die one day. I have served him for so many years and I am worthy of him."

Yao Yawen shook his head and stopped crying. The old man was enjoying the blessing as soon as he climbed up his legs. She still had to endure in this world.