The Dog King of Siheyuan Tears and Rebirth

Just as the Yan family was discussing Yang Ruihua's funeral, He Yuzhu and Lou Xiao'e came back. He Yuzhu carried He Lei, and Lou Xiao'e followed behind. Seeing the mess of garbage in front of the Yan family's front yard, He Yuzhu wondered, "What's wrong with this recycling team today? Why are they throwing garbage everywhere?"

"Why do you care about other people's affairs?" Lou Xiao'e said angrily.

"Hehe, I'm just talking casually." He Yuzhu said with a smile, and the two of them quickly came to the central courtyard.

As soon as he entered the central courtyard, He Daqing saw the two of them, as well as the grandson on He Yuzhu's shoulder. So, He Daqing threw the chess piece in his hand and rushed forward. "Zhuzi, hurry up and give me He Lei. My eldest grandson misses you so much." He Daqing shouted.

"Dad, aren't we just separated for one afternoon? Do you miss it that much?" He Yuzhu said speechlessly.

"Isn't an afternoon long? I told you to leave the child here, but you refused. I have not been able to concentrate on playing chess for the whole afternoon," said He Daqing. He looked at He Lei who was put down by He Yuzhu and called out, "Come here, He Lei, let grandpa hold you. I have made something delicious for you today. What do you want to eat?"

"Grandpa..." He Lei shouted, "Dad, put me down quickly. I want to go to Grandpa's place. There's something delicious to eat."

"it is good!"

After He Yuzhu put He Lei down, He Lei ran quickly towards He Daqing.

"Hey! Good grandson." He Daqing picked up He Lei from the ground and held him in his arms.

Just as He Yuzhu and He Daqing were talking, Xu Damao rushed in and shouted, "He Yuzhu, have you heard? Yang Ruihua is dead."

"Dead?" He Yuzhu asked in confusion, "No way? How could it happen so quickly? What happened? Who told you?"

"The pillar is real." He Daqing said.

"No way? Dad, can this disease kill people so quickly?"

"Hey, Zhuzi, he didn't die of illness. He died of fright. He was so scared that he hanged himself." He Daqing explained.

"Hanged?" He Yuzhu asked in surprise, "Hanged himself out of fear?"

This didn't happen in the previous life. Although the disease was the same, the Yan family tried to borrow money everywhere. I didn't expect that they would give up so quickly in this life. But think about it, tens of thousands of yuan is not so easy to borrow. With the personality of the Yan family's son, he would wish Yang Ruihua to die.

"That's right! He was hanged this afternoon," He Daqing said with a smile, "but it's a good death. It's better to die early than to follow Yan Laokou. Maybe I can burn more paper money after I die."

"Haha, Uncle He is right. Maybe you can spend some money comfortably after you die!" Xu Damao also laughed.

……

The next morning, because it was a holiday, everyone got up very late. When everyone got up, there was already a coffin at the door of the Yan family, a thin-skinned coffin.

Under the coffin, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, and Qin Jingru and her daughter were all kneeling in front of the coffin in mourning clothes and burning paper.

In the front yard, more and more people gathered to watch the fun. Soon, the area not far from the Yan family was surrounded by neighbors from the courtyard.

"He Yuzhu, look, look at that coffin, it's so thin that light can almost see through it. And you see, the paper money is burned one by one, and one is burned after a period of time. Your father is wrong this time. When someone dies, you have to calculate how much paper money to spend, hahaha!" Xu Damao laughed.

"Haha, this is really a plan to kill yourself!" He Yuzhu also laughed, "I think we should change the classic quote of Mr. Yan."

"That sentence?" Xu Damao said, "Is it the sentence that says if you can afford to eat and wear, you will be poor, but if you can't plan well, you will be poor?"

"right!"

"Change to what?" Xu Damao asked interestedly.

"I think it's better to not be rich, not be prosperous, and be poor all your life." He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"Interesting," Xu Damao laughed, "I think it would be better if the man or the son did it, and even the God of Hell wouldn't take it after they die."

"Hahaha, Xu Damao, your mouth is more poisonous than mine." He Yuzhu laughed.

While He Yuzhu and Xu Damao were chatting, Yan Fugui said in a hoarse voice, "Jiecheng, Jiefang, and Jingru, cry for your mother! After crying, we will take your mother to the crematorium."

Hearing Yan Fugui's words, the three people kneeling were extremely embarrassed. How could they cry? Especially Qin Jingru, she was so happy that she couldn't wait to cry! How could they cry?

So, the three of them looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"Jiecheng, Jiefang, you guys are crying!" Yan Fugui shouted.

"Dad, I, we...ah!" Yan Jiecheng sighed, "Jiefang, cry!"

After saying that, Yan Jiecheng really burst into tears, "Mom... why did you leave so early? What will we do if you leave us behind..."

"This..." Yan Jiefang was speechless. He was too embarrassed to just howl like that. He looked up at Yan Fugui, and Yan Jiefang could only pretend to cry as well.

As he cried, he thought of his dead wife and children. Then, his fake crying turned into real crying.

Yan Jiefang's loud crying attracted the attention of several people nearby, especially Yan Jiecheng, who forgot about pretending to cry and stared at Yan Jiefang in amazement, thinking, "Is this real crying? A filial son? A filial son! I can't fall behind, otherwise my life will be miserable if my father finds out."

Thinking about it, Yan Jiecheng started to pretend crying again, but tears really didn't come easily. There was nothing he could do. Yan Jiecheng also thought of his miserable first half of life, when he couldn't get a wife and had a lame leg... Thinking about it, he really started to cry.

For a moment, the crying of the two filial sons of the Yan family filled the entire front yard.

"Yes, yes. Although the Yan family is a bit stingy, these two filial sons have really suffered! With such sons, Yang Ruihua has no regrets." Someone sighed.

"Who knows! Maybe he was thinking of something sad. Didn't you see? Yan Jiecheng was pretending to cry a while ago!" someone said.

"I came here because I heard the crying. I didn't see this."

Just as everyone was discussing, the four coffin bearers hired by Yan Fugui walked in.

"Master Yan, when do we set off?" the leader walked in and asked.

"Wait a minute, I'll burn some paper and leave, it's almost time."

……

Just like that, another beast ended her tragic life.