The mourning attire was just an outer robe and Xiaoguo helped Zhuang Zhuang to put it on. The size was just right on him.
After dressing Zhuang Zhuang, she told him to go out and look for his uncle. Xiaoguo picked up another piece of mourning robe from the bed and put it on herself.
Qin Anming opened the main door after he was done eating. Someone should arrive in the village soon. They had to gather at Xiaoguo's place first, then bring the firecrackers and joss paper to the grave.
Xiaoguo took out their baggage and Qin Anming brought out the firecrackers and joss paper.
At this moment, the old village chief walked over with a group of people.
"Xiaoguo, it's almost time to set off."
The old village chief stood outside the door and shouted into the house. He was followed by a group of men, who were all holding shovels in their hands.
Among them was Mrs. Yang's man, Yang Feng. There were also a few other burly men from the same village.
