“Everyone has their own hardships. You have things you can't let go of, and I also have things that I can't let go of.”

Yang Ruqing said softly.

“Your uncle and your cousin are a mess, your grandma is worried sick and can’t rest in peace,”

"Things are getting better and better for my aunt's family. My cousin is pregnant! With everything going so well, they'll soon have a house full of kids and grandkids. I just can't bear to leave,"

“They were both pitiful old women, there was no other way about it. People live their lives and they must pass away, nobody knows when their time will come…”

"Lan'er elder sister, the departed has passed away. We, the living, must also grieve and adapt."

"You'd better put all your filial piety towards your grandfather now. Your grandmother is gone, and he's all alone..." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Old Sun is the best example.

There wasn't a single soul in the house. He usually found it bothersome when his wife nagged him while he drank, but now that she wasn't around, lifting the cup to his lips felt empty and the alcohol tasted like nothing.

After a lifetime, through wind and rain, I've long since gotten used to the other person's presence and interference.

When they were around, it was annoying, but now that they're gone, I miss them and regret it...

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Life is truly not easy. Every day we spend together should be filled with joy and mutual respect. This way, even if we part ways in the future, our memories will be less tinged with regret and more with satisfaction.

The two sisters felt a deep understanding for each other and comforted each other, finally feeling better.

With the help of several Yang families, Madam Xiao Yang's funeral was still handled properly.

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Without a son who had smashed the basin, Yang Zhenbang, his grandson Yang Duocai naturally took over his father's position. Dressed in heavy mourning clothes, he followed the Taoist priest and performed various rituals, kneeling, bowing, endlessly repeating himself.

Once, while gambling at the town square playing with crickets and cards, the idle Yang family's eldest son seemed to have grown several years older after this experience. He took out all his belongings, which was the twenty taels of silver that Lin family forced him to write a divorce letter for, and gave it to his uncle Yang Huazhong to arrange for the funeral.

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Yang Huazhong was reluctant to use his nephew's money and offered to sponsor him, but Yang Ducai declined.

Yang Duoc's original words were: "Grandfather and all the uncles, cousins, aunts, brothers-in-law, and sisters-in-law helped my family through this difficult time and helped me to lay my grandmother to rest. They are all great benefactors to Duocai."

“To prepare for Grandma's funeral, I barely have enough money. I don’t want to use any of my uncles' money. I was foolish in the past, but this time, please uncles, help me out. Consider this as my last act of filial piety towards Grandma!”

Yang Duocai's words brought great comfort to everyone.

The Yang family had fallen into ruin. Aside from the old farmhouse in Changping Village and the twenty taels of silver on Yang Duocai, everything else had been confiscated by the government.

After this ordeal, if Yang Dacaichen truly learned his lesson, cleansed his heart and changed his ways, abandoned his father's vices, and became a good person who worked diligently,

Old Yang still had some hope. Perhaps the Yang family would be able to rebuild their status and have children, raising a family on this land in Changping Village and keeping the lineage going!

Since Yang Duocai has this kind of heart, Yang Huazhong and the others naturally want to help him.

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For this funeral, Yang Huazhong and his group considered everything from all angles for the Yang family. They took care to maintain a dignified atmosphere, ensuring that those who came to pay their respects or watch did not make a spectacle of themselves. They also minimized unnecessary expenses as much as possible.

And Yang Huazhong and the younger generation, including Yang Ruqing, all came to put on mourning attire for Madam Yang, adding to her prestige.

Here, the custom is that when someone dies, the more people who wear mourning clothes and observe filial piety, the better it indicates a prosperous lineage with good fortune.

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If only two or three people were there, wandering around listlessly, as the villagers would say, they lacked presence.

Especially when carrying the coffin up the mountain, it is required that the cries shake the heavens.

It's said that if she doesn't cry, the old woman will be a mute in her next life...

With the whole Yang family working together, Mrs. Old Yang finally made it up the mountain and was laid to rest peacefully.

As soon as the coffin was laid to rest and the fresh grave mound stood tall, Yang Duocai, the grandson, with skillful hands scattered the last handful of new soil on his grandmother's grave. At that very moment, the originally crisp autumn sky was suddenly overcast by a few dark clouds. Please provide me with the text you would like me to translate. I will then translate it into English, keeping the HTML tags intact.

A gust of wind followed by another blew over, carrying with it fine threads of rain.

The matter was also over, everyone rushed back to the village.

Old Yang stood under the eaves at the doorway, a dry tobacco pipe in his hand, watching the fine rain falling in the courtyard. The old man squinted, a glimmer of surprise and anticipation in his eyes.

“The newly buried grave was rained on right away. It’s such a good rain, it's a fortune-bringing rain.” Lao Yangtou muttered.

“Who knows, this child might be very talented in the future and truly be able to carry on the family business!” Old Yang added.

Yang Ruqing and Yang Rulan, sisters who were both busy wiping their hair, looked at each other when they heard this.

Both sisters looked out together. In Yang Ruoqing's view, the rain that fell just after the burial was Heaven crying in sadness, so she cried along with it too.

How about the saying "raining money"?

The doubts in my heart were directly asked by Yang Huaming, the fourth uncle next to me.

"Father, is there really such a saying? Does that mean the bigger the rain, the greater the fortune we'll have in the future?" he asked.

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Old Yang's eyes were still gazing at the rain in the courtyard, and he nodded lightly.

"The old sayings are indeed as such..." the old man said.

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Yang Huaming asked again, "Since our family has now produced a top scholar like Dangan, was there any unusual omen when any of our ancestors were buried in the past?"

Old Yang's mind drifted into reminiscence...

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“Seems like...not, right?” the old man said.

Yang Huaming said: "How is that possible? Not to mention that Dayan is a top scholar, just looking at our Qinger, her business is so big and she makes so much money, how can there be no signs from her ancestors? At the very least, there should be a heavy downpour!"

"As for our son-in-law, Tang YaZi, he's a general, having even met the emperor. With our Lao Luo family's ancestors buried here, surely we should have something to mark it?"

"Oh, almost forgot about Old Mu's family. Mu Zichuan is also a jinshi scholar! Now he's a high official in the capital, an imperial commissioner. By the way, Mu Zichuan's father passed away without any unusual omens at his burial?"

Old Yang looked at Yang Huaming, a little dazed by his questioning.

Yang Ruqing was also secretly impressed, thinking to herself that Fourth Uncle's divergent thinking was truly powerful, able to think of so much.

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Old Yang pondered for a moment, then shook his head and slowly opened his mouth.

"Strangely enough, when your grandparents, that is, my parents, were buried, there wasn't a single sign or omen."

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I don't know about the Lao Mu family, nor have I heard of them. However...

"But what?" Yang Huaming pressed.

Yang Ruqing and the others were also attracted.

“The second son of the Luo family, that is, Tang YaZi's father, when he was buried back then, your third brother went to carry the coffin. It seems like something happened.” Old Yangtou said.

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