Chapter 145 - 131 Grave with Clothes and Hats_1
Old man Qian had already foreseen that the third and fourth households would sooner or later rise up, and he hoped that they could lift up the main house together. As for the second one, he was simply a cowardly fool who didn’t have the guts to stir things up; it was all up to Manjiang to see if he could fight for some respect.
Afterward, the old patriarch began to blame Qian Sangui, "Manjiang buddy died so young; it’s truly pitiful. You should have built a grave for him sooner, allowing his soul to return to his homeland and enjoy the offerings of incense and paper money from his descendants..."
Qian Sangui sighed, "Firstly, my son was in poor health, and then one thing after another happened, leading to the delay. Father is right, we can’t put it off any longer. We’ll take care of it in a few days."
Everyone discussed hustling to set up a grave with clothes and hats for Qian Manjiang before the new year.
As they were leaving, Lady Wong gave them a large package of things brought from the provincial city.
In the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, Shopkeeper Cui went to Capital City as he had wished, with over two thousand catties of sausages, and also brought gifts for Liang Jinzhao and Song Huaijin from Qian Yixiu.
Qian Yixiu thought that Uncle Liang and Young Master Song had made her family’s backbone much stronger, especially during the "poisoning incident," for which, in fact, Uncle Liang deserved the most thanks. Without his instructions, Shopkeeper Cui might not have gone to such lengths to help, nor would they have gotten Huang Tie, who had both Combat Power and the right connections, out of "guilt."
She wanted to bring something for them to express her gratitude and to strengthen the ties further. Unfortunately, there was nothing notable to present at the moment, as the precious commodity, the sausages, no longer needed to be sent by her family.
After much thought, since the noble young masters lacked for nothing and were only after novelties, she took out some of the exquisitely crafted baskets that Qian Sangui made when he was in good health. Qian Xiaoyu embellished them with silk cloth, and they were used to pack some of the new pastries from their home.
These pastries were certainly new to them. Whether they liked them or not, it was the best her family could offer. She also sent several jars of sweet fermented rice.
The next day, the Little Monk came again. He said he was going to Capital City with his master and would not return until after the new year, so he wanted more vegetarian pastries for the road. Xian Yixiu went to the pastry room and made him many vegetarian pastries, filling several large baskets, much to the Little Monk’s delight.