However, what Dong Wenxiu is doing has its benefits; at least in the future, it could earn Xiaofeng a good reputation, after all, Xiaofeng is pursuing an official career.
"Big Sister, Iāll stay with Mother for the vigil," suggested Erni. "I donāt feel comfortable leaving her alone here."
"Whatās there to be uncomfortable about?" Dong Wenxiu wasnāt willing. "You all go back to sleep. Itās so cold; if you catch a chill, itāll be bad. Be good and come over early tomorrow morning. Uncle Xiaowu and Uncle Du with Aunt Ye are here, so there wonāt be any problem."
Erni and the others looked at Yang Ruxin.
"You all go back. Iāll stay here with Mother." Yang Ruxin called over Shadow Eleven, Long Qia, and Shadow Twelve, Gu Cheng. "You all take the second young lady and the others back." As she spoke, she placed Xiaoyin on Siniās wrist.
Long Qia and Gu Cheng led the younger ones away. With the big sister staying with their mother, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Now that everyone who needed to leave had left, only the Yang Family remained in the old house.
For families with funerals, they must not shut the doors all night.
It was quite cold at night in late November, and the night wind was biting, rendering it impossible to sit still.
Yang Ruxin got someone to light four brazier fires in the main hall, but unfortunately, it didnāt help much.
In the end, Yang Baihe was the first to give way, getting up to sleep inside the house.
Seeing this, Yang Baihui also ran inside but was quickly shoed out by Yang Baihe, leaving her grumbling as she went to the side room.
"Mother, Iām sleepy." Yang Ruohuai leaned unhappily against Feng Caieās body, "I want to sleep."
"Go ahead and sleep, everyone," Yang Peili tapped his pipe bowl, "We still have a busy day tomorrow. No one can stay up all night."
Once these words were out, the second branch of the family dispersed, leaving only Yang Rusong.
"Rusong, you too, go get some rest."
"Iām fine." Yang Rusong shook his head, "Grandpa, you should rest."
"Iām old and sleep little." Yang Peili also shook his head. "Iāve spoiled your grandma all our lives, so this can be my last night with her."
Yang Ruxin glanced at Yang Peili. He might not have been the best father, but he did make a good husband.
"Iāll go prepare some food for you all." Yang Ruxin stood up, "Eat something, or you really wonāt last till dawn."
Everyone nodded; indeed, they were hungry at this point.
Yang Ruxin had someone bring over two more braziers, which finally made it not so cold.
In the kitchen, she took out some wontons from the space, cooked them quickly, and then called someone over to bring them to the main hall.
"Big Cousin, I want some too." Yang Ruban suddenly appeared, blocking Yang Ruxin at the kitchen door, having originally gone to sleep in the room.
Yang Ruxin frowned slightly.
Yang Ruban shrank his neck, but still sidled up to her: "Big Cousin, Iāve turned over a new leaf."
Yang Ruxin scoffed lightly, "Oh, you can use idioms now? Do you even know what āturned over a new leafā means?" She said, pushing past him into the main hall.
"It means I was bad before, but now I want to be good." Yang Ruban hesitated, then followed up, "Really, if you donāt believe me, ask Big Brother." He looked towards Yang Rusong. "Big Brother, isnāt it true?"
Yang Rusong frowned. He didnāt want to lie, but neither did he want his younger brother to continue down a wrong path. If Big Cousin could really help, perhaps it would be a good thing, but is Big Cousin really that easy to deceive?