Aunt Li pondered for a while, and finally clenched her teeth, saying they would bury him today, for she couldn't care about anything else for the sake of her son.
Grandma, upon hearing this, said she would call some people to help and told me to wait here as she went out.
At this moment, I had already secured Hu Zi beneath the umbrella, afraid that a careless move might cause his soul to scatter, which would be a grave sin.
It wasn't long before Grandma called over twenty-something people; almost everyone who wasn't working the fields came. The lack of people before wasn't because Aunt Li had a bad relationship with the villagers, but following custom, the funeral and burial would occur on the seventh day.
