Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

Yang Shulin was only 9 years old, and he couldn't beat anyone, even a boy.

Because of this, the village chief and the clan leader saw it and said something about it, but the other party just wouldn't listen and wouldn't change!

There is nothing they can do!

After all, it’s not easy for them to take care of this matter!

And if you manage it, you have to pay!

Now is the early days of the founding of the country, everyone is a pauper, if you have a little money, you can't wait to save it!

What's more, there is no way to make money nowadays!

They don’t have hunting skills like Yang Hehua’s father!

So I didn’t care much about it!

But Yang Hehua, the daughter of a married couple who had been married for more than seven years, came back, and she came back as a martyr's relative. The first thing the clan leader thought of was that family disgrace should not be made public, and he quickly tried to calm Yang Hehua down!

The village chief and the team leader saw that Yang Hehua's fighting skills were still as strong as before, and with the elders talking, they naturally wanted to make friends with Yang Hehua, a city dweller who now worked at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill!

After all, he is the one who can eat the rations in the city!

If they could get some help from the people in Yangjia Village, it would be good for the promising men in the village to get into the city through connections!

I just went to Yang Hehua’s grandmother’s house to argue and get something.

In fact, it means returning the property to its original owner!

"Hehua, this is something we brought back from your grandmother's house. We have already told her not to come to your house to make trouble again!" The patriarch is the oldest person in the Yang family. He is seventy-nine years old this year. He has a long white beard and speaks tremblingly while leaning on a cane.

Seeing how fast they were, Yang Hehua was a little surprised, but it was just a psychological activity. On the surface, Yang Hehua still greeted them with a smile: "Okay! Grandpa Patriarch, thank you!"

The smile on Yang Hehua's fair face caught the eyes of everyone present.

Looking at Yang Hehua's skin color and fashionable dress, they couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

It’s better to eat commercial grain!

The wind can’t blow it, and the sun can’t shine on it!

No need to work hard in the countryside every day to earn a few work points to support a family.

Sometimes there is not enough rain, and the land will still suffer from famine throughout the year.

Unlike Yang Hehua, who lives such a carefree life in the city, looking at her rosy complexion, shiny black hair, and good spirits, you can tell that she is living a very good life after her husband's death.

After some polite words, Yang Hehua explained to them the burial in the mountain three days later, as well as the funeral banquet.

If the family was really in financial difficulty, Yang Hehua might have chosen not to hold the funeral banquet, but she was not short of money and she did not see her father for the last time, so she thought she still had to give it some respect.

All we can say is that she forgot about this matter after she was reborn. If she had come back earlier, perhaps her father would not have passed away.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Yang Hehua just wanted to do her best.

Listening to Yang Hehua's words, the patriarch nodded repeatedly.

For a man like him whose half body is already buried in the ground, he cares a lot about holding a funeral!

In their village, or in the surrounding areas, families really had difficulty making ends meet, so they would just wrap the body in a straw mat and bury it.

If the family is still well off, it is best to set up a mourning hall for three days, as well as a three-day buffet, and finally bury the body in the mountains.

"Okay! Lotus, wait until someone delivers something to you in the afternoon, and then we'll come over to help! You haven't seen your family for a while, so why don't you chat for a while!"

Having said that, the village chief and his companions put down their things and left.

Yang Hehua didn't say much. She asked her sister Yang Lianhua to light the fire. She put the iron pot back in its place and started to make rice porridge.

Because there was no yellow mud to stick to the iron pot, wisps of smoke came out from the gaps, choking Yang Hehua and making her cough from time to time and tears streaming down her face.

After the rice porridge was cooked, Yang Hehua took out a can of fried meat sauce (in a can) from the backpack to use as a side dish.

Yang Lianhua did not look at the basket that Yang Hehua carried on her back, and she did not dare to look at it.

Yang Lianhua felt very unfamiliar with her busy sister Yang Hehua, especially when she saw her beating her eldest cousin with dry firewood as thick as her thighs. Yang Lianhua admitted that she felt both satisfied and comfortable watching it at that time.

My cousin Yang Chenglin is so bad!

Deserved to be beaten!

But the impression of sister Yang Hehua at this moment broke Yang Lianhua's previous memory!

I don’t know if it’s because it’s been a long time and I haven’t seen it, or if it’s because of some other reason.

Yang Hehua called Wang Guihua to eat, and the family of four had lunch at a shabby square table!

The rice porridge is so fragrant!

Several people ate without saying a word.

The dazed look on Wang Guihua's face was still there. Yang Hehua saw that there were dark circles under the eyes of the three people and knew that they probably had not had enough rest during this period.

After dinner, Yang Hehua took out the contents of her backpack: two kilograms of rice, two kilograms of flour, 50 kilograms of corn flour, and two large cabbages.

Wang Guihua didn't want to accept it, but Yang Hehua retorted, "If you don't eat it, does that mean your second sister and little brother won't eat it either?!"

Wang Guihua also knew what the family was like now. She sighed and said, "Daya... Mother knows what you mean, and Mother is grateful for your kindness. But it's not easy for you to raise three children by yourself. Don't bring back so many things next time!"

"We are all in the countryside. We can borrow some money from relatives and friends and get through this winter. We can pay it back when the grain is distributed during the summer and autumn harvests next year!"

Everyone in the village did the same thing. Wang Guihua naturally thought about what the man had said before, that she should not cause trouble for her eldest daughter whose husband had left!

Daya is Yang Hehua's nickname. Originally, Yang Hehua's biased grandmother wanted to abandon Yang Hehua and did not give her a name in the beginning. Wang Guihua just kept calling her Daya. It was Yang Hehua's biological father who gave her the word Hehua after he came back from hunting in the deep forest.

"Mom! Don't worry! Your eldest daughter is the head chef of the second canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. She earns more than 30 yuan a month, which is enough to support three children. You are all my family. If I see that you are in trouble, I will naturally help you, right? "

"Besides, why didn't you tell me that Dad was injured?!" When she said this, Yang Hehua's face looked a little unhappy.

When Director Gu talked about this matter with Yang Hehua before, she had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. Due to the deviation in her memory of her previous life, she did not come back to visit immediately.

I didn’t expect to miss it!

Wang Guihua lowered her head and said nothing, but Yang Lianhua beside her stood up and said, "Sister! It was Dad! He was the one who told us not to go to the city to look for you when he was lying in bed!"

"Dad said, you know it's not easy for a woman to raise three children. He was afraid that he would become a burden to you, so he wouldn't let mom and I go to the city!" Yang Lianhua started to cry as she spoke!

In fact, Yang Hehua’s biological father Yang Erhe’s original words were, “I know my injury cannot be cured, so there is no need to trouble Hehua to come back and give money for treatment, and it will save money. Besides, Yang Chenglin has always been thinking about Hehua’s job. We have finally severed our relationship, so we should not contact each other again, so as to avoid losing his job! You can’t go find Hehua, or I will die with my eyes wide open!”

It was precisely because of this that Wang Guihua, Yang Lianhua and the other two did not go into the city to inform Yang Hehua!

Yang Hehua's eyes turned red when she heard this. She couldn't help but shed tears as she felt the sadness of the three people around her.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the delivery person from the system mall arrived.

It was a donkey team, carrying a coffin and more than a dozen baskets of food, corn flour, firecrackers, incense, paper money and other things.

The clan leader and the village chief had been waiting with their men.

They helped move things and finally got busy.

Funerals nowadays are actually much simpler, and we are still in the stage of breaking feudal superstitions, so playing any musical instruments or singing is not allowed.

Chanting Buddha's name or reciting scriptures is even more impossible.

Everyone carried Yang Erhe, who was wrapped in a straw mat, into the big coffin, and then nailed the coffin shut after the master muttered a few words.

Relatives and friends come to pay their respects.

As the host family, Yang Hehua and his family knelt in front of the mourning hall wearing mourning clothes and kowtowed to return the greeting.

The clan leader and his men are watching the rest of the matters.

Yang Hehua's biased grandmother and her uncle's family did not come.

The relationship wasn't that good to begin with.

After Yang Hehua arrived, he beat up his eldest cousin Yang Chenglin. Naturally, they had no face to come over.

The main reason is that I’m afraid of being beaten by Yang Hehua.

Yang Hehua asked the middle-aged woman's bionic man to go back to the courtyard and tell Xiao Qian that she couldn't go back these days, and also asked He Yuzhu to ask for three days of leave for her.

It was freezing cold and snowing heavily.

Yang Hehua did not plan to let several children come over, mainly because they were prone to catching cold and fever.

Yang Hehua was thinking about bringing her three children to visit the graves during the Qingming Festival next year.

Of course Wang Guihua had no objection. In their poor place, there was not even a Chinese medicine doctor. What would they do if the three children got sick?

After three days and three nights of vigil, the burial was completed. Yang Hehua asked the clan leaders to take care of the family, and she would come back in about half a month.

Yang Hehua stuffed some money into Wang Guihua and Yang Lianhua's hands and gave them a few instructions. Then she returned to the city with an empty backpack.

When I returned to the courtyard again, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon on Wednesday.

Xiuxiu and Manman sat at the door and looked towards the hanging flower gate from time to time. The moment they saw Yang Hehua, the two girls rushed out.

"Mom—I missed you so much!"

Xiao Qian came out holding Xiaobao when she heard the noise.

"Sister-in-law, you are back!"

"Well, I'm back!" Yang Hehua also felt the gazes from other neighbors in the yard, so she went straight into the house holding her two children.

After washing up, Yang Hehua, Xiao Qian and others talked about their experiences over the past few days. They fell asleep on the kang before even having dinner.