Grandma Sun also sensed something was amiss. "Xiao Pei, if you're hurting, just cry it out! It'll be better once you cry!"
"There's nothing worth crying about," Pei Qin murmured softly.
"Xiao Pei..." Grandma Sun said, her aged eyes brimming with tears.
Pei Qin stood up and bowed to Sun Tiezhu and Zou Xing. "Please, lend a hand to help bury my mother."
"Of course!" Sun Tiezhu's eyes were red as he responded. He then asked her, "Where do you want to bury her?"
"On the mountain," Pei Qin said and called San Ya over with several others to lead the way to the mountain above Back Mountain Village.
The boss, out of kindness, tore a piece of mourning cloth for each of the siblings, tied it on their heads, and bound hemp ropes around their waists.
The villagers saw the siblings, covered in hemp and mourning cloth, pulling Lady Fang's coffin back. They also saw Sun Tiezhu and about seven or eight stout men following them and thought there was going to be a fight.
