Zhou Shuren and his wife changed their clothes and went next door, where the whole courtyard was already draped in white, and the funeral hall had been set up. Zhulan took a round and found there was nothing for her to do; the fourth uncle had arranged the matters very meticulously.
Zhou Shuren knelt to burn paper offerings, hearing a noise, he saw his wife kneeling beside him, "Is there anything that needs help?"
Zhulan took the paper money, "Fourth uncle has arranged everything."
The fourth uncle knew he was having a brief awakening before death, having already instructed the servants to prepare; the old man worried about his affairs even on his deathbed.
Zhou Shuren's voice was thick with emotion; the suddenly appearing elder treated him very well, not to mention the things given to him every year, but also caring for the younger generation, he greatly enjoyed this familial affection, "Leave the rest to Ming Teng."
Zhulan comforted him with her teary eyes, "Yes."
