LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 47 Wife, I want to grow old with you
Because it was a funeral, the driver was also willing.
"If you want to go back to Fenghua Village, I'll pay for it and you can take another car back."
Song Tingran was worried that Wang Yulan and the others were estranged from each other, so she hurriedly spoke first to avoid feeling uncomfortable.
"Me and the Sang girl are also good friends, so it's just a gift."
Wang Yulan and Wang Nianyun both stayed to help. The village chief thought for a long time and thought about the praise from the county magistrate, so he also stayed.
Soon, they came to the largest coffin shop in Changkou Town. When the shop owner saw someone pulling the coffin to the door, he quickly came out and asked, "This is it?"
"We wanted to choose the best coffin, but there were reasons why we just moved the coffin here. It was really presumptuous."
The owner of the coffin shop was doing nothing but trivial business, and he didn't mind so much. He just hadn't seen anyone move in directly. He invited everyone to go in and make a selection.
"Sang Cheng, which one do you want?"
"Ah."
Song Tingran walked to the owner of the coffin shop and told him her thoughts. When she heard about the funeral, she had done it once many years ago, also in the town. If she went to Fenghua Village, the distance would be inconvenient. .
"Shopkeeper, we don't know much about it. You give me a price. It's a complete package, including travel expenses. It's an all-inclusive package. I'll pay you in one go."
"Seriously?" The owner of the coffin shop thought that as long as he had enough money, he could go to the village.
"nature."
After the two agreed, Song Tingran took out eight taels of silver directly from his wallet without saying anything back. The owner of the coffin shop was also a cheerful person and promised to do everything perfectly.
"Master Wife, just use this."
Sang Cheng chose a low-priced one. Song Tingran shook his head, pointed to the coffin in the center, and said, "I think this one is good."
Because Song Tingran had already paid, the items in the store could all be of the highest quality, and the shopkeeper immediately said yes.
The people in the coffin shop all specialize in this industry. One person makes more money when it is a happy event, and the other is a happy event. Everyone works very hard.
The shop is relatively remote and there are not many passers-by around, so the location is really good.
The bullock cart was first covered with red cloth, and then the bones were carefully moved into the new coffin. It was very spacious and the wood was solid wood. There was still room for a family of three inside.
The manager of the coffin shop said, "Let's leave the coffin lid open for now. We'll nail it when we bury it tomorrow."
"Okay, we are in the center of Fenghua Village. If you come along the main road, you can see us."
The old coffin was handed over directly to the store for disposal, and the new coffin was loaded onto the oxcart. Sang Cheng didn't even know what happened.
"Village Chief, you are the most prestigious person in Fenghua Village. Can you please organize tomorrow's wedding banquet? We will invite the whole village to a wedding banquet."
Wang Nianyun: "The whole village?"
"Yes, Sang Cheng and I live in Daniu Village. It's not very convenient to come here even once. After we left, we just thought that the villagers could help with weeding, and we were satisfied."
"You are so kind to Sang Cheng."
Song Tingran smiled, not jealous, patted Wang Nianyun on the shoulder and said: "Your friendship with him is not shallow, but you have a bad fate."
The village chief came out to smooth things over, saying that there was no problem for him to take care of it. Their yard was big and there were many iron pots. All he had to do was prepare enough food and ask some people to cook. As for the rice bowl, he could do it himself. Bring your own.
Song Tingran thanked the village chief and watched the sun go down. She quickly bought a dozen big meat buns on the roadside and shared them with everyone. She also said that tomorrow's meal would be very rich and that everyone would have a good meal. .
"My wife, there is no need to spend a lot of money. It's too wasteful. My parents won't care so much."
"Sang Cheng, it was fate that we met. I am willing to do these things willingly. I can make more money after the money is gone. But I don't want you to be traumatized. I hope you will be happy in the future."
Sang Cheng's heart was filled with mixed feelings and he choked up.
Because the coffin was pulled on the bullock cart, there was no room for so many people, and there was even more room to buy the dishes needed for tomorrow.
"Well, let's go separate ways. I'm hiring a carriage so we can sit down."
It was a good idea, but Song Tingran spent money like water, and everyone felt a pang of pain in their hearts. At the same time, they were also happy that Sang Cheng had such a wife.
Although it was evening, the market selling vegetables and meat was still very lively. The village chief said: "There are vegetables in the village. Every household can follow suit and buy less meat."
"The village chief is right. It is more convenient to grow vegetables at home."
But the next second, the village chief regretted it. What she said about buying less was actually buying a pig, four chickens, and four ducks alive...
"Village Chief, are these enough? I don't know exactly how many families there are in the village."
The village chief wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "That's enough. Our village is not big. Please don't buy any more. I haven't seen so much meat in many years."
The two waiters from the shop helped to move half of the items onto the horse-drawn carriage and the other half onto the ox-cart. Now that the items were purchased, it was time to return to Fenghua Village. However, I was having trouble with how to sit.
Song Tingran was supposed to be riding in this carriage, but Sang Cheng had to guard the coffin.
Song Tingran thought it was nothing, and said, "Then Sang Cheng and I will ride in the bullock cart, and the three of you will ride in the carriage."
"Then how great is this? You paid for the car." The village chief said anxiously.
"It doesn't matter, I still have to thank you three for today's matter. Without you, things would not have gone so smoothly. You are the benefactors of our family."
Having said that, any further delay would be a waste of time. We had to try our best to get back while it was still dark.
The carriage was very fast and quickly surpassed the ox cart that Song Tingran and Sang Cheng were riding.
"Master wife."
Sang Cheng had thousands of words of gratitude in his heart, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know where to start. His eyes were swollen into slits.
"There is no need to say anything. Tomorrow's funeral will require you to lay the coffin in person. Then you will take away the mother-in-law and father-in-law's tablets and put them in our house for worship. You can see them all the time."
Sang Cheng nodded fiercely, leaned on his wife's shoulder, and slowly fell asleep.
When she woke up again, she was already at the door of her house. Wang Yulan and her mother helped carry the coffin down and put it in the yard. The driver also delivered everything to the village chief's house.
Everything is ready, waiting for the happy event that the whole village will celebrate tomorrow.
At night, Sang Cheng knelt beside the coffin. He wanted to stay overnight. Song Tingran knew his stubbornness and took out a quilt to cover him.
"Sang Cheng, do you have any other wishes? I can help you realize them."
"Master Wife, I want to grow old with you."