Chapter 1100 - 352 Snow Disaster
The people in the village were mostly kind-hearted and sincere, and although Lao Mo’s House had a terrible reputation and Old Man Mo was not well received, the dead are accorded great respect. Seeing that Mo Yongfu couldn’t even afford to buy a coffin or funeral clothes for Old Man Mo, planning to wrap the body in a worn straw mat and bury it in the back mountain, they couldn’t help but feel a little compassion.
Mo Yonglu, who hurriedly returned upon hearing the news to attend Old Man Mo’s funeral, was living in even worse conditions than before, and the money for the funeral clothes was borrowed from someone he knew well. The villagers couldn’t stand by and watch, contributing ten wen here, twenty there, they pooled together some silver. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to buy Old Man Mo a plain coffin, so he wouldn’t be desecrated in death.
The villagers’ act of kindness pleased Yang Bao, the village head. When there were more kind people than evildoers, the neighborhood could live in peace and harmony. And since they started earning silver by setting up greenhouses this year, the village had less trivial disputes. Even when small conflicts arose, at most, there would be some verbal sparring, showing off the newly acquired items.
The funeral for Old Man Mo was extremely meager. The Mo Family had no relatives and were not close with the neighbors, so Old Man Mo’s body lay in state at home for seven days, with scarcely anyone coming to condole or worship—truly a desolate scene.
After learning of this, Mo Yan had no particular thoughts, didn’t make a show of magnanimity by going to the Mo Family to pay her respects, pretending to be unaware of the matter. She didn’t even tell Mo Qingze immediately. Only when Mo Qingze returned from his rest did he learn of Old Man Mo’s death, but he also refrained from paying his respects. His mood was off, and he didn’t eat much dinner, clearly preoccupied with memories of the past.
As for this, the villagers didn’t think the Mo Family was heartless, holding a grudge even against a deceased person. After all, if the Mo Family had inflicted various evils on them, it was good enough that they didn’t kick them while they were down. How could they possibly visit to pay respects and bring bad luck upon themselves?
When Old Man Mo died, there was nobody by his side. On the day of the burial, apart from Mo Yongfu, Mo Yonglu, and Mo Niu’s with her two sons, not a single person along the road offered incense or burnt paper for him. To live to such point and end up like this was an utter failure.