"Go back, you're the main family. There are still many things you need to handle at home."
Jiang Xiaobai came over and whispered a few words into Qin Xianglian's ear.
"Mom, let's go."
Qin Xianglian helped the old lady to leave.
Back at home, it was almost noon.
Two Eight Immortals tables were set up in the yard, with cold dishes already laid out on them.
The pallbearers returned home and immediately started clamoring for food and drink. You couldn't see any sadness on their faces; unless it was their own family member who died, this was just a matter of carrying a coffin and having a big drink for them.
On the other side, vegetarian food was prepared for the monks from Ciyun Temple. Some of the monks at the table couldn't help but glance at the pallbearers, who were drinking and eating meat heartily.
The monks ate quickly without drinking. The meal was over in just over half an hour.
The minibus was still there, and Qin Xianglian and Jiang Xiaobai saw them off on the bus.
