Siheyuan: The Idiot in Charge

Chapter 9 Jia Dongxu returns to his hometown

This morning, Jia Weidong had just returned to the woodshed from the space, when noisy voices and sad cries came from outside the courtyard door!

"What happened?"

Thinking in his mind, he put on his tattered cotton jacket and tattered cotton trousers, buttoned them, and walked out of the hospital.

This is?

There was a large group of people outside the courtyard gate of my house, all of whom were neighbors in the village. There was a cart in the middle of the crowd, and a person was pulled on the cart, covered with a white cloth.

There were seven or eight people, large and small, in front and behind the cart.

The leader was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, holding a five or six-year-old boy on her hand. Behind her was a young woman in her twenties, holding a child in her arms, and behind her were four twenty-year-olds. Thirty-year-old young people, these people seemed familiar, but Jia Weidong was sure he didn't recognize any of them!

"What's going on? What happened? Why did you bring the dead man to your door?" Jia Weidong looked confused and confused.

"Sister-in-law, what are you...?"

At this time Jia's father and eldest brother helped Mr. Jia out.

"Dad, my life is so hard. Your eldest grandson, my great eldest son, Dongxu..."

Before Mr. Jia could get closer, the leading middle-aged woman howled loudly and rushed towards Mr. Jia. She knelt down in front of Mr. Jia and started crying. Listening to the content of the cry and the comments from people around her, Jia Weidong also gradually understood that the deceased was the son of the original uncle's family!

It turns out that I did have an uncle who joined the army during the war. After liberation, he changed his job and worked in a steel rolling mill in Beijing. Later, there was a fire in the steel rolling mill workshop. He died in the line of duty while fighting the fire and was buried in the back hill of the village. Later, his cousin took over. , no, there was an accident again, and someone died due to improper operation while drunk.

Since the death of the uncle, the two families have not interacted with each other for almost seven or eight years, so the original person does not have much memory of the uncle's family.

The deceased was the oldest, and no matter how many years they had not interacted with each other, they were still a family. Father Jia let the people and cart into the yard, and then went out to find someone to help.

<divclass="contentadv"> Mrs. Jia Chen let everyone into the hall, ordered Jia Chunsheng to bring tea and water, and asked the third sister to make more breakfast. Jia Weidong stood aside and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces. Face, I kept thinking in my mind.

"Cousin? Dongxu? Jia Dongxu? Aunt? Jia Zhang?" How come these people all look like characters from the TV series "Love in the Courtyard" that I watched in my previous life? "The stocky one wearing a green cotton-padded jacket is Shazhu? The one with the mustache is Xu Damao? Is that Yan Jiecheng? The other one is Liu Guangqi?

Is that fat little boy a stick figure?

"Kid, what's your name?" Jia Weidong pulled the little boy and asked.

"My name is Bangge" the little boy replied, not afraid of strangers at all.

"What a mess! It's true!"

"Is that Qin Huairu, who is wearing a blue floral cotton-padded jacket, has long braids, willow eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, enchanting figure, and charming appearance? Is she my cousin-in-law now?"

"It shouldn't be." According to the plot, Jia Dongxu shouldn't have died so soon. He should have been injured and stayed at home for two or three years, and he should have waited until Qin Huairu died after becoming pregnant with Xiao Huaihua. Why did he die all of a sudden now? Already? What about the cute and beautiful little Sophora japonica? Could it be that he was affected by the wings of his own little butterfly?

After a while, Sanmei's breakfast was ready, including sweet potato stick porridge, and everyone sat down to eat. The group of people had walked for seven or eight hours, and they were already tired and hungry.

After eating, arrange for Shazhu and Xu Damao to rest. Jia's mother and Sanmei continued to prepare lunch. There were some items that they didn't have at home, so they had to borrow some from the neighbors. The Jia family was afraid that this time there would be a lot of famine.

Jia's father went to the old carpenter's house in the village and asked for a thin-skinned coffin. Several office workers in the village helped carry it back, and they were busy burying Jia Dongxu. There were no Taoist priests, and there was no band. There was no need for big things these days. , will be reported for feudal superstition.

Lunch was also simple, including steamed buns with white flour, chicken stewed with potatoes, and two large pots of only one chicken, which was barely a meat dish, stewed vermicelli with cabbage, and radish soup.

After lunch, the next step was to prepare for the funeral. Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu lay on the coffin again and cried. Everyone was trying to persuade them to pull away. The coffin bearers were in front, and Jia Weidong followed a group of people. Follow behind and head towards the back mountain...