The rural daughter-in-law of the bank president

Chapter 659 Foundation

When they arrived at the Chang family cemetery, it was already five in the morning. The Taoist priest finished his ritual in the cemetery and waited for the first ray of light from the east to shine in.

At the Taoist priest's command, Su Qingyuan raised his knife and chopped off the head of the big red rooster on the coffin, and the blood dripped onto the coffin.

Firecrackers rang out and gongs and drums roared.

Apart from that, there was no sound except the rustling of the south wind through the red willows...

Lele has calmed down. The work is done by the men. She and Zhaodi stand quietly in their designated positions.

Watching the coffin being lowered into the tomb, the first shovel of soil was dug by the "filial son", Su Qingyuan and Wei Wuya.

Lele watched silently, and at that moment, she suddenly understood the obsession of her parents to have a son.

In traditional customs, there are too many things that can only be performed by sons. Sons taking care of parents in their old age and seeing them to the end of their lives is the Chinese people's obsession with having sons.

In the city, burial is not necessary, as the funeral service center provides full-service, regardless of whether the sons or daughters are involved.

But in rural areas, especially in places where people are buried, it is really difficult to have no son, be a bad person, and not have many relatives and friends to help you.

The Gobi Desert was very quiet, with only the quick and short chanting of Taoist priests and the rustling sound of shovels stirring up soil.

Until the sound of suona suddenly broke the silence.

The sound was like a vine coming out of the ground, carrying the ashes of yellow paper money up to the sky. The wind squatted on the red willow branches and imitated its whimpering.

The dark clouds covered the sun and the sun couldn't come out for a long time.

When the last high note got stuck in the muzzle of the suona, it turned into white steam and dissipated in the wind, and the sky brightened.

The yellow paper on top of the newly built grave rustled in the wind, and the golden sunlight shone through, giving the grave a gilded edge.

The world returned to silence, so quiet that Lele could hear her own heartbeat and the elegy that kept emerging in her mind...

At the age of 60, it’s the end of life. Looking at it this way, life is really short.

She couldn't remember when her father stopped being stubborn, and it was also from that time that she started to talk back.

She began to accept her imperfect father, and her father began to become softer and warmer.

She remembered her father's stern look and the roasted sweet potatoes he bought her every time he earned some money.

It’s not that he doesn’t love, he just doesn’t know how to love. Also, because he is poor, he has to consider the livelihood of his whole family first.

Because he had two daughters, the villagers gossiped about him, but as far as he could remember, he never beat or scolded her or her sister because they were girls.

And he obviously took her with him wherever he went, because in his heart, he was proud of her...

Tears flowed down my cheeks again. That handful of yellow earth was the separation between life and death!

......

We stayed quietly until the sun was high in the sky. The air twisted into waves on the scorching ground, and the steaming heat made the horizon a hundred meters away seem to melt. My uncle began to urge us, "Let's go, let's go, it's time to prepare the banquet!"

Wei Wuya grabbed Lele's hand and said, "Let's go back!"

On the way back, we were still speechless. It seemed that we had a thousand words to say, but no desire to express them.

The convoy went directly to the hotel for the lunch banquet.

Funeral banquets are usually fast, people just eat and leave, and there aren't many formalities involved.

After all the relatives and friends left, the remaining people who helped negotiated with their uncle for "benefits".

An uncle in the village had an argument with his uncle, and the gist of it was that in addition to the cash, he also wanted to take some leftover things.

The scattered quarrels reached Lele's ears, but Lele didn't care.

My uncle helps to deal with these matters at home. If one relative in the countryside gives too much, the other family will be dissatisfied. So even if there is money, we cannot give too much. We have to maintain a balance.

From then on, the uncles could take over and the filial sons could finally rest.

After Su Qingyuan finished his important task, he relaxed and felt extremely sleepy, so he went straight to Shanshui Mingzhu to sleep. He would deal with other matters after he had a good sleep.

Lele asked Wei Wuya to go back to the hotel to rest, and she wanted to go back to accompany her mother.

Zhaodi and Lele did not take the car again, but walked home slowly.

As soon as I entered the house, my aunt and Chang Huan were at home.

These days, it is mainly my aunt who cooks for the people who help at home.

This was the first time Chang Huan came here today. When she saw Lele coming in, she came forward and wanted to say something, but she was a little shy, so she didn't say it. She just raised the corner of her mouth and called out "Sister"!

Lele nodded.

My aunt came over and yelled in a loud voice, "You useless girl, I told you to thank me, and now you're gone!"

Lele waved her hand and said, "Aunt, don't talk like that."

Zhang Guixiang sat on the sofa. Lele went over and sat next to her and asked, "Mom, are you feeling better?"

"It's okay, I'm much better now, but I still have a headache, oh!" Zhang Guixiang still sighed one after another.

Auntie pulled Chang Huan over and sat down too. "Le Le, you're still capable. Will your foundation cover the tuition for the next few years?"

Lele's gaze shifted from Zhang Guixiang to her aunt, her eyes softening. "Huanhuan should have seen this when she signed the agreement. In principle, all funds will be provided. However, if you don't study hard and violate the regulations, the foundation may still withdraw its funding."

Chang Huan interrupted and said, "Sister, don't worry, I will definitely learn to dance well."

Lele smiled and said, "Well, it's because you worked hard enough and passed both the academic and professional courses. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to help you."

Chang Huan had tears in her eyes, and her big eyes were very beautiful. "My good friend also passed, so I still have company."

Lele nodded. "Well, if you study hard and get good grades, the foundation will arrange professional or employment channels for you. It depends on your choice."

My aunt sighed, "You still have a way. I even scolded her for having wild ideas."

"It's a good thing to have dreams and it's a good thing to have interests. Times have changed. As long as you dare to think and work hard, you may be able to realize it." Lele looked at Chang Huan. Girls change a lot when they grow up. She has grown taller and has a tall and thin figure. She is a good dancer.

During the Chinese New Year two years ago, Chang Huan brought up this matter. Lele thought it was too late to learn dance at this age. Later, she consulted a professional teacher and found out that many professional dancers in the past also entered the industry at around 18 years old.

There isn't even a single dance organization in the countryside. There are some in the county, but they are not professional enough. It's enough to just practice and participate in school performances, but it's definitely not enough to develop in a professional direction.

After thinking for a long time, Lele did some research and later established a foundation under the supervision of the local civil affairs department to support the artistic path of rural children, not only dance, but also art and music.

The aunt thanked him profusely and kept nagging him for a long time. Only when Zhang Guixiang complained of a headache and Lele felt sleepy did she send the person away.