It was the hottest time of the year, and Zhou Dazhi's body could not be kept for a long time. In addition, the family was in financial difficulty, so He Chunfang wanted to keep everything simple and arrange the burial after one day of mourning.
But Zhou's mother refused to agree, crying and making a fuss in front of everyone, and even began to slander He Chunfang's reputation, saying that she had killed her husband. Once this reputation of being a husband-killer came out, He Chunfang's way to remarry was completely cut off.
He Chunfang still had Shuanzi to take care of, and she had no intention of remarrying, so she didn't bother with Zhou's mother. After her repeated dissuasion failed, she could only listen to Zhou's mother's words and suspend the body for three days before burying it. The next step was to buy a series of funeral supplies such as paper money, incense, candles, and paper dolls.
But Zhou Dazhi had already spent all the money of the Zhou family, and He Chunfang couldn't take out a penny. Zhou's mother was forced to take out the coffin fund she had saved, plus the money contributed by each family, and it was barely enough.
The banquet was held for only one day, and no one came to the Zhou family to eat the next day. The reason was simple: Zhou Dazhi was smelly.
According to the villagers who kept watch that day, Zhou Dazhi began to stink on the first night, and black water even dripped from the cracks of the coffin on the second day. It was so smelly that who could eat in such an environment?
The stench reached its peak on the third day. Ying Youchu's family, who lived next to Zhou's family, didn't even have the mood to eat, and all ran to the village chief's house for refuge.
Ying Youchu and Ying Cai were sitting in the main room talking with the village chief and others, while Yu An and Zhou Hongzhu were in the inner room, and bursts of laughter came from time to time, causing Ying Youchu to frequently look into the inner room.
Yu An seemed to be much colder to him these days. His attitude during the day was the same as always, but at night, he would push him away after hugging for less than a minute, and then avoid him like a snake and scorpion.
He seriously suspected that Zhou Hongzhu had said something to Yu An that shouldn't have been said.
He really wanted to restrict Yu An and Zhou Hongzhu's contact, but this was Yu An's personal freedom. He had no power and couldn't bear to see Yu An sad.
But he didn't have a friend when he came to Dayue. He only had Yu An, and now there was Zhou Hongzhu to snatch Yu An.
Angry.
At night, Ying Youchu and his family had to go home to sleep. Fortunately, they could hold on for another night, as Zhou Dazhi would be buried tomorrow.
"What's wrong with you, husband?" Ying Youchu had a stern face when he came out of the village chief's house, and was obviously unhappy. Yu An asked with concern.
Ying Youchu glanced at Yingcai. With his father there, he couldn't say anything, so he continued to have a stern face and said, "It's okay."
Yu An's eyes were full of worry, but Ying Youchu didn't say what was wrong, so he began to worry.
Back home, Ying Youchu and the others tacitly went back to their rooms, closed the doors, and lit mosquito coils to isolate the stench.
At noon today, Yu An and Zhou Hongzhu made two sachets together, one for Yingcai and the other hung at the head of their bed. The leisurely fragrance slowly emanated from the sachets, and now they could no longer smell the stench.
Yu An took Ying Youchu's arm and sat on the bedside, and asked considerately: "Husband, are you worried about something?"
Ying Youchu turned around, stared at Yu An face to face and said seriously: "Yes, I am very worried."
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