The prosperous era of courtyard houses

Chapter 308, Sister-in-law, calm down.

It was summer in the imperial capital, and it was extremely hot at noon. Not long after, large clouds gathered in the sky, as if a downpour was brewing.

In the courtyard, after learning that her precious son had an accident, Jia Zhang took a while to wake up.

After waking up, Mrs. Jia Zhang didn't care about anything else and hurried to the steel rolling mill with the two security guards, wanting to confirm with her own eyes whether her son was really dead.

Qin Huairu couldn't bear the stimulation because she was pregnant. The third aunt and others were worried that something might happen to her, so they stopped her at home and refused to let her go.

Sitting on the bicycles of two security guards, Jia Zhang quickly arrived at the first workshop of the steel rolling mill.

At this time, Jia Dongxu's body had been collected and put into a coffin. The lid of the coffin was not closed, only a layer of white cloth was covered over the body.

After entering a workshop, when she saw the coffin placed in the center of the workshop, Ms. Jia Zhang's legs went weak in an instant. She cried and threw away the two security guards who were supporting her, and rolled to the ground. Jumping towards the coffin.

"Dongxu, Dongxu, wuwuwu."

"My Dongxu, how could this happen? What will mom do if you leave? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

When Mrs. Jia Zhang rushed forward and wanted to lift the white cloth, the first uncle Yi Zhonghai quickly stopped her.

"Sister-in-law, calm down and stop looking."

"Yi Zhonghai, get out of my way. I want to see our Dongxu. Dongxu, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

"Sister-in-law, please forgive me, but don't look at it. Dongxu. Dongxu doesn't want to see him like he is now."

It wasn't that Yi Zhonghai didn't want her to see it, but that the body had been changed beyond recognition and was really horrible to look at. Yi Zhonghai was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it, so he held her tight.

But Mrs. Jia Zhang couldn't control that much, and she didn't know where she got the strength to knock Yi Zhonghai over in one go, then rushed forward and lifted the white cloth covering him.

As a result, with just one glance, Jia Zhang made a "vomit" sound and vomited in the coffin on the spot, pouring all over Jia Dongxu.

Yi Zhonghai: "."

Li Weiguo: "."

Everyone present: "."

After vomiting for a long time, Jia Zhang's face became extremely stiff and ugly when she recovered.

It was neither right nor wrong for her to cry at this moment, and everyone present looked at me and me, not knowing what to do. The scene fell into a strange and embarrassing dilemma.

In the end, it was Li Weiguo who broke the awkward atmosphere with a few dry coughs and persuaded her to send Jia Dongxu to the Dongjiao Funeral Home for cremation.

Because it is unlucky to bury an incomplete body and disfigured remains. This has nothing to do with superstition, but a subconscious taboo among people.

Moreover, it has already entered summer, and the weather is getting hotter. The body cannot be kept for a long time. In addition, Jia Zhang just poured water on his son. I am afraid that Jia Dongxu's body will become rancid in less than a day.

As for helping Jia Dongxu clean up, that's basically impossible. You don't have to think about it. No one is willing to take the job if you give him the money.

Just getting Jia Dongxu out of the machine made more than a dozen security guards and workshop cadres who were responsible for collecting the bodies at the scene vomit half to death.

Professional undertakers may not be able to handle this scene, so it is most appropriate to send it directly to a funeral home for cremation.

It would be best if the funeral parlor was willing to help with the decoration and cleaning. At the very least, it would give Jia Dongxu some extra dignity for the decoration.

If people don't want it, then there's nothing else to do, just throw it directly into the stove.

At that time, no matter what is dirty or smelly, just burn it all with a fire, leaving only a pile of ashes.

Anyway, at this time, the country is vigorously promoting "cremation", and it is also correct to actively respond to national policies.

Jia Zhang's expression changed for a while, and finally nodded reluctantly under the persuasion of Li Weiguo, Yi Zhonghai and others.

Her son was gone, and she still had her eldest grandson to take care of, so she had to get on with her life.

Originally, she wanted to drag all the cadres on site to cry for a while, and then use her son's body as a threat to win some pensions from the factory.

As a result, she was vomited all over herself, so there was nothing she could do.

Jia Dongxu's death was too miserable, and she didn't dare to help Jia Dongxu clean it up. The longer the body was left there, the more embarrassed she became, and she had to be pointed at, so she could only endure her grief and agreed to send Jia Dongxu's body to funeral parlor.

After discussing the disposal of the body, Li Weiguo didn't waste any time and immediately called for a truck to take Jia Dongxu to the Dongjiao Funeral Home.

At the same time, someone was sent to notify Director Wang of Nanluoguxiang Neighborhood Committee and Yiying Neighborhood Committee cadres, and asked them to come and preside over Jia Dongxu's funeral and a series of subsequent matters.

Things went smoothly at the Dongjiao Funeral Home. Under the negotiation of Director Wang of the neighborhood committee, Jia Dongxu successfully completed the cremation not long after he was sent there.

When Jia Zhang and Yi Zhonghai led Jia Dongxu's urn back to the courtyard from the funeral parlor, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and every household had returned home from get off work.

With the help of the cadres of the neighborhood committee and the neighbors in the courtyard, the Jia family of the Intermediate Court quickly set up a simple mourning hall in their main hall, hung up black and white banners, and offered Jia Dongxu's ashes. , waiting for the burial date.

Death is a big deal. At this time, no one will jump out and say things like feudal superstition to find trouble for others.

No matter what festivals they had with the Jia family, every household consciously came to the door to say their condolences and express their condolences.

The comrades from the neighborhood committee helped organize the mourning hall and left after giving a few words to the three stewards. The only thing left in the mourning hall was the pitiful cries of the Jia family.

Among them, Mrs. Jia Zhang howled the loudest, her hoarse screams resounding throughout the courtyard. Qin Huairu on the side was holding Xiaodang in one hand and the stick in the other, sobbing softly and crying non-stop.

But Bangge and Xiaodang were still young and ignorant at this time, and they couldn't figure out why their father turned into a small box. The photo was hung up high, and they just looked at his mother crying there. , and began to cry softly, completely unaware of what kind of future awaited them.

At this time, the sky was low and dark, and the clouds were dense. Along with the roaring thunder, it began to rain heavily in the imperial capital.

Blue lightning pierced the thick dark clouds, illuminating the sky from time to time, and the torrential rain poured down like a floodgate had opened, and the sky and earth became blurry for an instant.

The pounding of rain outside covered all the sounds.

After each family in the compound went to pay their respects to the Jia family, they all hid in their houses and loudly discussed Jia Dongxu's death and the future of the Jia family with their families.

The overwhelming rain did not stop for more than an hour, and the rain became more and more violent. The gloomy sky and the thunder that sounded from time to time made the whole world seem a bit depressing.

At this time, after the crying, the Jia family was still shrouded in a desolate cloud.

After Jia and Zhang's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were tired of crying, they all sat blankly on their chairs without saying a word. They still can't accept the fact. The life of the family seems to be getting more prosperous, but the mainstay of the family has actually fallen. .

At this moment, they only feel that life is gloomy and confused. There is no man in the family, and they don't know what to do in the next days.

Yi Zhonghai, who had been sitting opposite Jia Zhang, moved the corners of his mouth and hesitated to speak. However, after hesitating for a few times, he finally sighed and said nothing.

Mrs. Jia Zhang sat blankly for a while, then suddenly her eyes moved, and she finally came back to her senses.

She was still confused at first, but after seeing Yi Zhonghai in front of her, her eyes gradually glowed, as if she saw a life-saving straw.

"Lao Yi, you are Dongxu's master. Now that Dongxu is gone, what do you think we should do?"

"Our Jia family is now orphaned and widowed, old and young. How are we going to live in the next days? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Mrs. Jia Zhang pulled Yi Zhonghai's sleeves and started to cry as she spoke.

The Jia family now has no backbone. If the orphan and widower want to live in the compound and not be bullied, they need someone to help them, so Jia and Zhang subconsciously relied on Yi Zhonghai.

Who said he was his son's master? He cherished his reputation so much that he couldn't let his apprentice's orphans and widowed parents disappear.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Qin Huairu and her son who were crying softly, then at Jia Zhang, and sighed helplessly:

"Sister-in-law, Dongxu is gone, you are sad, and I am also sad."

"I watched Dongxu grow up. Brother Jia left early. Dongxu called me master when he was fourteen or fifteen and followed me to the factory to learn the craft."

"Over the years, I have regarded Dongxu as my own child, and I have tried my best to train him. I have not hidden any selfishness, and I just hope that one day he will be successful."

Speaking of this, Yi Zhonghai choked up a little and couldn't help but wiped away a handful of bitter tears.

After all, he had spent so many years cultivating a candidate for retirement care, but it was gone in the blink of an eye. Now he is even more sad and confused than Jia Zhang.

All the investment and dedication over the years were all in vain.

For the rest of their lives, the old couple didn't know who they could rely on.

With such a result, how could he not be sad?