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Chapter 75 Dad's Dad 2

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    Because of two days of hard work, his voice was already hoarse.

    Upon seeing this, the sons quickly stopped crying, rushed to the front, and helped stabilize the coffin.  People, feelings always have to yield to reality.  No matter how sad the emotion is, in the face of life, reason must take the lead.

    It's just that when the third son, Li Changman, was stabilizing the back of the coffin, the bottom of his feet happened to be downhill, and the roads in this country were all made of clay from the west of the village.  It is much more smooth.  Because of this, the soles of its feet slipped in this violent panic, and it actually supported a lot of the weight of the coffin by relying on the thighs that slid under the coffin.

    "Legs, legs, legs." Li Changman yelled loudly.  Just as the people in front stabilized, they heard such a cry.  At this moment, Li Qingshan who was beside him saw that this leg was bearing a heavy weight, if he didn't get it out quickly, it would be scrapped in a short time.  So he hurriedly greeted people, raised the coffin with all his strength, and pulled Li Changman's legs out.

    "Third brother, are you okay?" Li Qingshan also cursed the bad weather, and the raincoat he was wearing was already useless.  Because of the wind and this series of intense actions, his raincoat was already filled with rainwater.  YouQi simply took off the rain hat on top of his head just now in order to see the third child's legs clearly, and the rain quickly took the opportunity to pour into his innermost clothes.  At this moment, the biting coldness spread from every inch of his body to the bottom of his heart.

    "It's okay, third uncle, let's go." The same is true for Li Changman, and he is soaked through such tossing.

    The rain in November is no longer just a little bit more chill.  At this time, the cold rain and cold wind pierced people's faces straight, even those young and old who were used to farm work felt their faces were cut by a knife.  No one cursed in their hearts that such a bad weather should bear the doom of God outside, but their rationality made them hide the curse in their hearts, and they still walked with heavy and flustered steps, dragging the heavy coffin forward.

    The dead are the greatest, and the living dare not slack off in the slightest.

    The beating of gongs, drums and suona is still going on, and usually there will be a whole group of children watching the excitement.  There are few entertainment performances in the countryside. The gongs, drums and suona at the time of death are a rare entertainment for children who are not familiar with the world.  It's just that in today's weather, even the children are more willing to lie in the warm blanket.  Only a few houses along the street opened their doors and watched the funeral procession from inside.  They have to observe the words and demeanor of each relative to see who cries the most and who cries the most sincerely, so as to distinguish which ones are really filial sons and which ones are not good to the elderly.  And then when the funeral was over, it was enough of an after-dinner gossip to entertain them for a long time.  Laughing at others can sometimes become a short-term comfort to one's own miserable fate.

    "Look, this third child is because his father was not filial when he was alive, and now he has to be punished when he is dead."

    Ever since Li Changman signed the document severing the father-son relationship with Li Yongsheng, indeed until Li Yongsheng closed his eyes, he never said a word again.  The so-called family relationship between father and son is not as good as a stranger in the end, which is indeed embarrassing.  However, fortunately, under the majesty of his daughter-in-law, even though he was reluctant, he still came to put on mourning for his father.  It is not true to say that he is not emotional at all. When he put on the white filial piety shirt, he also thought of many times when he was a child.  However, he also had to admit that he wanted to cry more, to show others, and he didn't want to be called unfilial in others' mouths.

    Those good-hearted women, even though it was raining, would run to several houses because the doors of the neighbors were open, trying to capture as many details as possible. At this moment, they have already started their comments that they think are the truth.  They still folded their hands in their sleeves, chattering with their pitiful low level of opinion about any trivial matter that was enough for them to talk about in their eyes.  They have always been like this, they have been like this since ancient times, and they will still be like this.

    "That's not it. The old man was not filial when he was alive, and came here to cry and pretend to cry when he died. What's the use?"

    "Little bastard, you can see clearly. In the future, if you don't show filial piety to your mother, I will punish you even if your mother dies. Do you understand?" The woman took the opportunity to give her child a gift while watching the lively discussion.  Attend class.  Raising children is for old age, their concept has been deeply rooted in their bones, they don't know how to teach their children knowledge and etiquette, but filial piety is something that every woman wants their children to learn and do, even if their education methods are not  Reasonable.

    The child nodded numbly. He was only five years old and didn't know what filial piety was, but his instinct made him willing to obey his mother, who gave him the greatest sense of security.

    When returning from the grave, according to the custom, everyone must put the replay on the door before entering the house.Eat a grain of rice in the mouth of the mouth, people say it is for the dead to eat, so that he can still have enough to eat in another world.  In the muddy wind and rain, everyone who came back seemed to have lost half of his soul, was drenched by the rain, and had to use all his strength to lift the heavy coffin.  When I came back, the food was not decent, only simple cabbage, tofu and rice, and many people who helped went home to eat.  They don't want to drag their wet clothes and eat this pale meal. They would rather go home and drink hot polenta and pickles.

    "There are still nine packages of this fruit left, four sons, one package for the family, let's open the remaining package, and divide each family into two pieces." The third daughter-in-law fully embodies "fairness and justice".

    "Let's leave the rest to Mom." The eldest sister-in-law finally couldn't see this "fairness", and said this even if she talked too much.  She was already dissatisfied with the few green onions just now, but now, she doesn't even let go of a bag of fruits.

    Several daughters-in-law have already begun to calculate the expenses, accounts, and the rest of the work.  They didn't even have time to eat breakfast. The eldest and fourth child had already started eating after changing their dry clothes. The third child never returned home because his shoulder was crushed.  Li Changqing looked at everything in front of him with tears in his eyes, as if the father who had just passed away had nothing to do with them at all.

    The rain gradually stopped, and the wind gradually weakened, but his father never came back.

    "Xiao Er, I don't want to die." He heard his father talking to him again.

    "Dad, I'll take you to get medical treatment."

    "Evergreen, Evergreen."

    "Dad, get up and eat something." Li Changqing looked up, saw Yang Yi, and saw the little girl holding a bowl beside her pillow.  He didn't know that he had had a high fever for three days.  I kept calling "Dad" in a daze.

    Many years later, when Chen Yao recalled this time, she forgot many details.  I just remember that I forgot to ask the teacher for advice because I was in a hurry to wear mourning. When I went back to school, the teacher beat the palm of my hand with a pointer. She has always been an obedient child and has never been beaten.  She tried hard to recall the benefits her grandfather had done to her, but all she could think of was that in the midsummer of that year, he took grandma and threw the sweet potatoes on the kang at home, which made her parents angry.  Oh, if it was a good thing, it would be that one day when she remembered that she asked for a dollar to go to school, he gave it to herself, even though it was taken back by grandma.  Then, the memory related to that time is that his father Li Changqing would go to the door to cry every night for almost a month when his grandfather passed away.  He always walked from the south gate to the north gate, and from the north gate to the south gate.  When she was washing dishes, she often saw her father's eyes were red and swollen, and there were tears on his face, but she never bothered him.

    The death of his father was a fatal blow to Li Changqing. He had been working hard to make money, and wanted to give this family and his parents a better life.  However, he forgot that his parents are getting old, and they can't wait for him there all the time.  Not being able to be filial in front of his father's window is a regret that he will never be able to make up for in his life. He decided to do everything he can to be good to his mother.  What annoyed him even more was that he still couldn't get back the money he paid for the last work.  He didn't even know who to ask for help, the contractor ran away, and his family said that the money was given to the contractor.  He looked helplessly at the luggage bag that came back. The broad beans were eaten by the child, which could be regarded as buying some snacks for the child, and then there was the useless pair of mahjong.  Peasant, what's the use of mahjong?  Li Changqing, who never drank much, drank the bitter wine and found comfort in it.  The bitterness of wine can paralyze people and make people temporarily forget the hardships of life.  However, when the wine enters the heart of sorrow, the sorrow is even more sorrowful.  Li Changqing thought about it and tears came down. He deliberately grabbed a few peanuts and put them in his mouth, taking the opportunity to wipe away the tears.  He decided not to go out anymore. In the past two years, the children have been unfamiliar with him. He is always homesick when he goes out alone. And now he has to take good care of his mother. He has to visit her often and accompany her.  she.  Now he doesn't have to push a cart on the mountain. He is a craftsman now. He can be a carpenter, a bricklayer, and a master builder. He is an excellent builder.  He quickly found work with construction crews, and word of his craft spread.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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