Of course, Yang Yan didn't have any ideas, after all, his mentality hadn't completely reversed, Xiao Qiaoniang was about the same age as his daughter, and the woman he was really interested in was still a beautiful woman in her twenties or about thirty like the woman who died.
This is called Fengyun moving Next, wearing a moon white middle coat is relatively troublesome, and you need to put on sleeves.
Dressing the dead cannot be worn like a living person, but in reverse, that is, the clothes are reversed, from bottom to top, the sleeves are put on first, and then the clothes are folded upside down and flattened, because it is a woman, or Xiao Qiaoniang's mother, Yang Yan tries not to touch some sensitive parts, which takes him a lot of work.
Then there is the skirt, the skirt is pulled down from the hood to the buttocks little by little, flattened and straightened, and after tying the skirt, it is the incomparably complicated curved deep clothes, even if Yang Yan has already had a first glimpse of Mingjin's Tang Ao, he is panting, after all, the corpse will not cooperate, Xiao Qiaoniang is young and has no strength, and he is busy all by himself.
"Alright."
Yang Yan called.
"Hmm."
Yang Yan helped the woman, Xiao Qiaoniang got out from underneath, looked at her neat and tidy mother, and couldn't help but show a deep look of gratitude in her eyes.
Yang Yan sighed and said, "You wait for me at home, I'll go to the market to get you a coffin, no matter what, you must be buried today." “ "Lang Jun is kind and righteous, and the concubine will never forget" Xiao Qiaoniang gave a gift.
Yang Yan waved his hand and ran out.
Suddenly, Xiao Qiaoniang's heart seemed to be hollowed out, with Yang Yan helping Zhang Luo in the future, although Xiao Qiaoniang was grief-stricken, but at least she had a support, and after Yang Yan left, her heart gradually suffered from gains and losses.
Will Yang Jialangjun never come back?
What should I do in the future?
Xiao Qiaoniang looked at her mother lying quietly on the bed, tears slipped down her cheeks drop by drop, no matter how hard her life was before, she still had her mother to take care of her, but from now on, she was only left with herself.
"Hey" Xiao Qiaoniang sighed faintly, found a piece of burlap from the box, cut it into mourning clothes and wore it on her body according to the shape, from today onwards, she will mourn for her mother for three years, in fact, it is twenty-five months, that is, two anniversaries plus the first month of the third anniversary.
It was raining again outside the house, and Qiao Niang knelt in front of the bed, feeling even more depressed, looking back from time to time.
The sky was getting darker, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly there was a faint sound of axles, Xiao Qiaoniang hurriedly ran to the door, and saw Yang Yan driving an ox cart to appear in the rain, with a thick black lacquer coffin on the car, and two men in robes accompanying him.
"Woo woo" Xiao Qiaoniang hid her face and cried At this moment, her mood was no longer hopeless, and Yang Jialangjun still came.
Facts have proved that Yang Yan has not been busy in vain during this time, the coffin shop respects Yang Yan's conduct, and feels the kindness of his medical consultation, I heard that Yang Yan wants to use the coffin, and the one he took out is the best, and the price is only half of the price, and let his two younger brothers come with him to help.
If you change to an ordinary person and don't have such connections, even if you can achieve the same effect, the money will inevitably be spent like running water.
Yang Yan was also stunned, and said that if you want to be pretty, she is filial, Xiao Qiaoniang is plain white, and she is beautiful and refined, especially the face covered with a little tear stains, like a pear blossom hit by rain.
However, he didn't have much thought about Xiao Qiaoniang, so he withdrew his gaze with just a glance, beckoned the two men to carry the coffin into the house, and said: "It's time to put your aunt in, and when the rain is lighter, we will find a place to bury your mother." ” "The concubine is arranged by Lang Jun" Xiao Qiaoniang bowed.
The two men glanced at each other and looked at Xiao Qiaoniang, who had a beautiful face, and they both showed a look of understanding, but in this case, they didn't want to tease Yang Yan.
Yang Yan hugged the corpse, put it in the coffin, and took out a bamboo nail to nail it.
"Knock Knock" Every knock is like a knock on Xiao Qiaoniang's heart.
"Mother" She couldn't take it anymore and threw herself on the coffin and cried.
Yang Yan didn't stop her, just stopped and looked at the rain outside.
Gradually, the rain stopped, and Yang Yan stepped forward and said, "Little lady Xiao, please mourn, my mother should be buried." ” "Hmm" Xiao Qiaoniang wiped her tears and retreated.
Yang Yan arched his hand to the two again: "It's hard work" "It's okay, Yang Jialangjun doesn't have to be polite" The two of them bowed in unison, tied the coffin with ropes, carried it out of the house with Yang Yan, and set it up on the ox cart.
The group drove the ox cart to the mass grave outside the city.
In fact, according to Yang Yan's original idea, the location of the Zhongshan Mausoleum in Zhongshan was naturally the best, but in that era, the royal family and nobles lived at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, and the three hills were occupied by Shamen.
The mass burial post is in the area from Yuhuatai to Shizigang in Nanjing, about two hours later, finally arrived at the ground, looking for a higher terrain, Yang Yan and the two people dug the ground with a hoe, and gradually dug a big pit, carried the coffin in, covered the soil, and piled a small grave bag.
After everyone bowed, Yang Yan took out a wooden card and pen, turned his head and asked: "What is the name of Ling Mu, set up a wooden card today, if he has the conditions in the future, and then move to the Feng Shui Treasure Cave and sleep in eternal peace." “ "This" Xiao Qiaoniang hesitated: "The concubine never knew the origin of her mother's identity, but she only remembered that since she could remember, her mother pulled the concubine to grow up, and occasionally outsiders called her mother Liniang." “ "I see."
Yang Yan nodded, and wrote on the wooden plaque: "The tomb of Xiao's Xianyan Liniang, the female Xiao Qiaoniang stands" It's a simple number, Yang Yan didn't use Xianyu, but used Xianyu, because it has the meaning of virtue and fame, and it is not only respect, but also praise. can pull Xiao Qiaoniang, a well-informed girl, to grow up just by sewing and mending, which is worthy of praise.
Seeing what happened, the two of them saluted and said, "Yang Jialangjun, if there is nothing else, I will leave later." “ Yang Yan led Xiao Qiaoniang to return the gift: "I am in a hurry today, I can't thank you, I will come to thank you another day." “ "You're welcome, you're welcome, Yang Jialangjun should take the little lady back as soon as possible, and say goodbye" The two arched their hands and drove the ox cart away.
On the mass grave in the middle of the night, only Yang Yan and Xiao Qiaoniang were left, not only did they not bring coolness after the rain, but they were also more sultry, without a trace of wind, and the atmosphere was even more sultry.
Xiao Qiaoniang lowered her head, her pretty face was a mixture of sadness and uneasiness, and she secretly looked at Yang Yan from time to time.
Yang Yan asked, "Lady of the Xiao family, what are your plans for the future?"
Qiao Niang gritted her teeth and said: "My mother has passed away, and the concubine has no relatives, so I only hope that Langjun will take her in, and the concubine is willing to be a slave and serve Langjun." “ To be honest, Yang Yan still has a good impression of Xiao Qiaoniang, there can be such a girl in the family, not to mention whether there will be ideas in the future, at least for now, someone can say to relieve boredom.
And in that era, a woman who was not close to the end of the year had no relatives, and the better ending was just to sell into a big household, be a singing and dancing girl, and even more likely to be in the dust, so Yang Yan wanted to take in Xiao Qiaoniang with affection and reason.
But there are some things that must be made clear.
Yang Yan groaned: "I'm just a good person, living in poverty, and you are very likely to be a Xiao girl, why don't I help you find the Lanling Xiao family, if your identity is confirmed, you can also return to the Xiao family, it's better than following me to suffer hardships and starve." “ Xiao Qiaoniang bowed down and said solemnly: "It was Lang Jun who saved the concubine, and it was also Lang Jun who restrained his mother, this kindness and virtue, the concubine can only repay with her body, please Lang Jun hurriedly make this speech, the concubine is never a Xiao girl, the concubine is just a daughter of a people's family, if Lang Jun thinks the concubine is ugly, the concubine would rather die." “ This is a promise to oneself.
Yang Yan never thought of himself as a saint, everything he did was very purposeful, but before the mourning period, he would not fight Xiao Qiaoniang's idea, so he asked: "You don't regret it" Xiao Qiaoniang nodded solemnly: "The concubine has no regrets in this life":