Read Novel Full Chapter 1114: Passed Away
Chapter 1114: Chapter 1114: Passed Away
Yang Chunsheng continued, "Uncle, look, Yuanyuan’s secretary has come to see you."
Wang Jianchuan leaned in too, "Uncle, I am Secretary to Minister Su Yuanyuan. She sent me over as soon as she got the news yesterday.
Uncle, is there anything you want me to convey to Minister Su?
She is really very busy, doesn’t even have time for lunch, and works overtime every day.
She is very sad and wanted to come. But you also know her job. She simply can’t take leave.
Uncle, anything you want to say, I’ll definitely pass it on to Minister Su."
Yang Hongwen’s second son, Yang Xiu Zhong, noticed his father’s finger move slightly, and he exclaimed with joy.
"Look, Dad’s finger moved."
The eyes of everyone in the room focused on Yang Hongwen. Xu Chunjiao crawled over and held Yang Hongwen’s hand, "Old man. Open your eyes and see, all the children have come back to see you."
Yang Xiubo and his two brothers called out for their dad, the children called for their grandpa, and the daughters-in-law followed suit.
The Yang family’s nephews gathered around, all calling out to him.
Yang Chunsheng noticed Yang Hongwen’s eyelids moving. He stared intently.
"Uncle, are you awake?"
Yang Hongwen opened his mouth, trying to speak. He seemed to exert immense effort to open his mouth.
Xu Chunjiao leaned over to his mouth, trying to listen clearly to what he was saying.
Everyone was staring intently at him.
Xu Chunjiao nodded while crying, affirming, "I understand, I understand. Don’t worry."
Just as she finished speaking, Yang Hongwen completely ceased movement.
A wailing erupted in the room.
Yang Chunsheng and Wang Jianchuan stepped out.
Hu Chunhua approached, "Is it over?"
Yang Chunsheng nodded, "But he spoke a few words with my aunt at the end."
Hu Chunhua sighed, "He didn’t suffer much."
She was the village accountant and women’s director, but being in charge of these accounts wasn’t her role.
"Secretary Wang, you just wait on the side for a while. Once the account is set up and the money is handed over, you can go. We know you’re busy, so head back."
Wang Jianchuan nodded and stepped aside to wait.
The gift money given by the leadership was equivalent to a month’s salary for five people, which was a significant amount.
He stood by, observing the villagers coming and going. The village chief’s influence was quite large.
There’s no wall that doesn’t leak. With Yang Hongwen’s passing and Su Yuanyuan sending her secretary back, villagers, county officials, and city officials came to pay their respects.
Wang Jianchuan chatted with those who came over without looking down on them.
This improved Wang Jianchuan’s reputation even further.
City leaders arrived. At those heights, there’s no fool; they first paid respects, then came over to speak with Wang Jianchuan.
"May I know if you are with Minister Su?"
Wang Jianchuan was also a very clever person.
"I am Minister Su’s secretary, Wang Jianchuan."
"So it’s Secretary Wang."
"Thank you for coming to pay your respects. Minister Su and Minister Tan really couldn’t get away."
"We’re not here to do anything, we know Minister Su doesn’t want to disturb things here. But given the circumstances that the deceased is paramount, we still have to give the old man a send-off."
"The leadership is thoughtful. Minister Su understands."
Everyone recognized that this wasn’t the time to converse; it was just enough to make an appearance.
The sum they gave was equivalent to a month’s salary. Seeing the sum given by Minister Su’s family of five, theirs was insignificant in comparison.
In these times, lavish mourning is out of the question, especially with so many leaders present.
Yet the filial children and grandchildren still had to wear mourning clothes.
Hu Chunhua handed Wang Jianchuan a white cloth bag. Although Su Yuanyuan had a good relationship with Yang Hongwen, they weren’t relatives.
"Secretary Wang, this is for you to find profit in this white matter, and these five strips are for you to take back to Su Yuanyuan; each person gets one."
"Thank you, Aunt. What should I do?" Rural mourning customs differ everywhere.
"You don’t have to do anything; just follow at the end of the procession at the funeral."
"Got it, Aunt."
The Yang family had a significant presence in the village.
Xu Chunjiao still hired musicians. Though it couldn’t be an extravagant affair, some simple elements were possible, otherwise, she felt she’d be letting the old man down.
As the music played on, more people arrived to pay their respects.
Hu Chunhua organized the village women to cook, and the family pig was slaughtered.
Half the village wore mourning clothes, and the others wore white cloth strips around their waists.
Wang Jianchuan stood outside. Unfortunately, he only knew Yang Chunsheng, who was quite busy at the moment. He and the driver stood by the car, chatting.
At lunch, the two were not treated specially. They held bowls filled with stewed meat, some dried vegetables, tofu, and bean curd sheets.
"The taste is quite good."
"Yes, even the cornbread is okay."
The pair didn’t show any sign of special status, squatting by the side to eat. They knew they couldn’t put on airs here.
Since a big event couldn’t be arranged, in the afternoon the coffin was carried to the burial site.
Xu Chunjiao sat on the kang, crying. At this moment, Hu Chunhua brought Wang Jianchuan inside.
"Sister-in-law, Yuanyuan’s secretary’s work is also busy; he should head back."
Xu Chunjiao wiped her tears, "Secretary Wang, when you go back, tell Yuanyuan the family is fine, she doesn’t need to worry."
"I know, Aunt. I will surely convey your message to Minister Su when I return."
"Be careful on the road."
Yang Chunsheng and his son tidied up as well. Hu Chunhua gave them a bag of white flour and a bag of cornmeal.
That night, the old couple lay chatting in bed.
"Big Brother went so fast," Yang Minggang lamented.
"At least he didn’t suffer; I hope for the same one day.
Those people who came today, Yuanyuan will have to return those favors," Hu Chunhua sighed.
"Yuanyuan knows what to do."
"You know, when people were alive, some didn’t even show up, but they came when he passed."
Yang Minggang patted his wife—it was already quite good.
"Minggang, Yuanyuan is just a soft-hearted girl. She talks tough."
"Isn’t that a good thing?"
"Yes, today I saw Su Liangliang, he’s really changed from before."
"Yuanyuan arranged a job for him; he’s indeed changed quite a bit."
"Sigh. Minggang, if I die first, don’t arrange anything big; just have the kids bury me."
"Alright, I’ll do the same if I go first."
Today, who were the ones truly heartbroken? Lastly, even people from nearby villages came.
Hu Chunhua flipped through the account book. There were so many names she didn’t recognize. In the future, returning favors would be impossible. Too many came out of respect for Yuanyuan.