Chapter 691 - 690: Laid to Rest
Wang Yongzhen had become docile, and no one was tending to her as everyone was too busy.
Now it wasn’t in the unfamiliar Qi City but in her hometown, where every relative and acquaintance would come to mourn.
Wang Laozhu’s children, as well as his grandchildren, had to kneel in front of the spirit tablet. When someone came to offer condolences, they had to kowtow in thanks.
The stream of visitors was unending, and their waists never had a chance to straighten.
Although Old Granny Zhang did not have to kneel, her role wasn’t easy either—she had to wail in the room next door. Whenever a visitor came in to offer words of comfort, she had to cry out her sorrow afresh.
Not many people had come yet, but her tears had dried, and her throat was sore. There was nothing she could do but endure.
Wasn’t this how peasants’ funerals were always weathered?
When her in-laws had passed away, her children were still young, and she had to manage everything inside and out, not to mention the added worry for the children. After a tiring day, she still had to keep vigil at night.
Once the burial was over, Old Granny Zhang had become so emaciated that she nearly didn’t make it, and she spent a full three days and three nights in bed before she finally recovered.
Now all she had to do was sit in a warm room and cry with the visitors. Even if she couldn’t cry, a handkerchief moistened with ginger juice would do the trick.
Logically, with Wang Laozhu gone—after decades as husband and wife, his departure should have broken her heart.