The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Chapter 42: Attending her own funeral (1)

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The Zhu family’s funeral was held.

When the neighbors saw this, they all changed into plain clothes and came to offer their condolences.

Grandma Zhu was not a Big Shot, but she was kind and had helped many people over the years.

The Jiang family’s house next door.

“What are you going to do at a servant’s and a widow’s funeral? You’re the Jiang family’s first wife! Even if you’re exiled, you can’t associate yourself with the servants.”

“It’s against the rules for you to attend a funeral.”

Old lady Liu’s face was dark. However, she was still noble in her bones, and there was a huge difference between her and those lowly servants who served others.

Madam Xia had just changed into a long dress and stood at the door with a frown.

Master Jiang walked out of the door and waved his hand. “You can go. What else was there to break the rules? he was now guilty. Who’s more noble?” It was a joke to talk about nobility in this place.

Master Jiang understood his situation very well.

Today, master Fang had already brought his son into the inner city and found a

good living. They had only stayed in the shared house for one night yesterday, but they had actually moved directly into the inner city today.

It was said that he had joined the city Protection Team to protect the safety of the city.

They also had to resist the evil spirits.

Therefore, they had priority in renting the houses in the inner city.

The outer city was the place where the evils invaded the most.

Half of July was coming, and the atmosphere in the barren capital was much more serious.

The people of the outer city were always in a state of panic at this time.

The Xia family’s temperament had changed a lot, and she went to the Zhu family to do things. Grandma Zhu even came over personally to thank him. She was too tired. The old lady felt like she was going to fall apart today. She had cried for too long, and her throat was hoarse.

Her mood fluctuated too much, and she often felt dizzy.

Her eyes were almost blinded from crying, and she could only see a few blurry figures.

Something seemed to be tugging at her pants.

When she lowered her head, she could vaguely see a delicate little girl looking up at her.

“She didn’t want to be buried in the unmarked common graves outside the city. She was afraid. She wants to be buried in the back mountain.” Little Huai Lu tugged at the corner of her clothes. The old lady was surprised, but her heart suddenly calmed down.

“There are many flowers in the back mountain.” Little Huai Lu only said one sentence.

The old lady looked at her quietly and suddenly cried silently.

“I want to eat cloud and date paste cake and salt-baked chicken legs. Um, can I eat that yunying chicken?” The little deer pointed at the hens in the yard.

The hen had an innocent look on her face.

The woman with a transparent body was looking at him with a smile. “Yes,

that’s it. I’ve wanted to eat her for a long time.”

The old lady covered her mouth and kept crying. It was her daughter, and these were all her daughter’s favorite food.

Seeing this from afar, Mrs. Xia wanted to pull Jiang huailu away. The old lady went to wipe her tears and walked forward to take her hand to the kitchen.

The funeral was still being held outside.

The old lady was in the kitchen, killing a chicken and steaming it for some snacks. She looked lovingly at Jiang Sansui, who had two small bumps on his head, munching on the chicken leg.

“I want three incense sticks.” Jiang Sansui’s face was covered in oil.

Mrs. Xia glared at her. Seeing that grandma Zhu had stopped crying, and the old lady was looking at her pleadingly, she immediately took it.

Jiang Sansui stuck it into the ground casually.

The woman cried out and picked up another chicken leg to gnaw on.

Only by offering it to her would she be able to get it.

“This is the taste. Yes, yes, yes. I’ve wanted to taste this for a long time.” The woman wiped her tears as she ate. She sat opposite old lady Zhu. She and old Mrs. Zhu looked at each other and tears welled up in their eyes.

At that moment, she seemed to see her own child, who was holding a chicken leg with a satisfied expression.

The sky was getting dark, but Jiang huailu was hugging his legs, deep in thought.

She kept feeling like she had forgotten something. It seemed like someone was waiting for her..