I laughed and said: "What kind of trouble can I make?
I don't like hearing what you say.
How dare I make trouble on your three-thirds of an acre of land?"
Wu Guangyi let go of me with some worry and said: "You kid, your mood has been changing so fast recently.
One moment you are violent, and the next you are so calm that it's scary.
Don't cause trouble for us at this juncture.
I got out of the car without replying.
Just a few minutes after returning to the memorial shed, I saw Fu Qiang walking over carrying a bucket.
:top:point:3 He put the bucket at the door of the memorial shed and said: "Brother Bing, this is syrup, I want you to look at it.
I walked over and took a look at the bucket.
I saw a white and sticky mixture that looked like water.
I asked Fuqiang: "Did my mother say anything else?"
Fu Qiang shook his head.
I knew that even if I asked this guy, I wouldn't be able to figure out the reason, so I simply went back to the memorial shed and continued to burn paper for my mother-in-law.
About ten minutes later, Grandpa Ding came over with my mother, Ding Ling.
Grandpa Ding glanced at Chen Nina and me, and said to us in an explaining tone: "After a while, everyone arrived.
Fu Qiang and Fu Gui carried the water and walked forward.
Grandpa Ding glanced at everyone and asked: "Where's the wealth?
I hurriedly said: "Fugui, I went to the toilet at the funeral home.
Grandpa Ding didn't care and said again: "Bingbing, and Nizi, follow Jianshui to the commercial street intersection for a while.
In the middle of the intersection, burn fire paper and kneel down.
Lingzi, you will support your sister-in-law for a while."
Ding Ling nodded.
While talking, Wang Feixiang, Lao Cai and Tian Feng.
Lao Zhang, Fugui came over.
I pulled Fugui aside and whispered to him about delivering syrup.
Wait until we come back.
Grandpa Ding said: "Feixiang.
Lao Cai, Lao Zhang, Tian Feng, you guys, please work harder.
I'm on duty today.
Bingbing won't be going.
Call me anytime."
Lao Cai said: "It's okay.
The four of us are enough.
Lao Ding, don't worry about it.
We'll just call you if something happens because we're so close."
Then Grandpa Ding began to greet the rich and powerful to come home and carry tables and chairs.
After a while, many people who were not familiar with me came one after another.
Those people all came for Grandpa Ding.
It was obvious that they shook hands and said hello when they saw Grandpa Ding.
Grandpa Ding winked at me and asked me to kneel down and salute.
Chen Nina and I knelt down and kowtowed to everyone we met.
I couldn't kneel for more than an hour and my back ached.
Then the fourth son got out of the car and walked over with a dozen people.
A middle-aged woman came over with a box in her hand.
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Take the box to the room next to the funeral shed and open it casually.
Inside is a long, semi-curved tube that looks like a trumpet, and two gongs.
The woman was a bit obese, with a round face and a stubby neck, as if she had no neck.
She was wearing a long orange trench coat, and you could tell she was the kind of woman with a loud voice.
The woman picked up the trumpet and blew. , 旯. ,,,,,, holy shit, that sound was so loud, it was that sharp penetrating sound that made me shiver.
The woman looked at me proudly and said: "This is the effect you want when you blow the sound.
It's not bad.
I can come out and the woman has a good personal relationship with my Grandpa Ding.
I said against my will: "Yes, very good Grandpa Ding almost hid when he saw someone coming, and shouted: "Everyone is here, let's deliver syrup to Guizhi.
Everyone gathered around him.
When the woman saw that everyone had arrived, she said to the people around her: "Play your favorite Yan Luo Beach, get to work, let's go.
Then the woman started to blow, and the two men next to her, each holding a gong, played in coordination with each other in a very regular manner.
Not to mention the tune, it really made people cry, complain, and feel sad.
I don’t know why.
When I heard it, I really felt like crying.
Fugui and Fuqiang carried the bucket of water mixed with white flour and walked at the front of the crowd.
Chen Nina and I followed behind them.
The group of people followed us one after another and walked about a few hundred meters to the intersection of Commercial Street.
Fugui had obviously done this before.
He poured the water on the ground with ease and held the pole in his hand.
He took the basket of fire paper from Wang Feixiang, spread the fire paper in the middle of the road, dipped the pole in the water in the bucket, drew a circle around the spread paper, and lit the fire paper.
Ding Ling whispered to Chen Nina: “Sister-in-law, it’s time for you to kneel down and cry.
Obviously Chen Nina had no experience.
When she heard what Ding Ling said, she knelt down on the ground and started crying loudly.
Everyone saw Chen Nina kneel down and followed suit.
Fugui poked me with his finger again, and I couldn't cry.
Among the dozens of people delivering syrup, Chen Nina was the only one crying.
The scene was a bit embarrassing.
Then we went back.
When we returned to the gate of the family courtyard, the fourth son got a big thermos bucket from nowhere and started to greet everyone for breakfast.
After dinner, my mother prepared a black bag for Fugui and arranged him and Lao Qin at a table on the east side of the funeral shed to collect money for the funeral.
Then people came one after another, and Chen Nina and I kept kneeling on the ground to salute.
I kept looking at the gate of the funeral home because I saw dozens of black cars lining up in a neat line from Ankang Road and driving towards the funeral home.
I know this must be the size of the funeral procession of the Fang Group.
After I saw the car coming in, I held my stomach and pretended to be in pain.
I walked over to Grandpa Ding and whispered in his ear: "Grandpa, I caught a cold last night and had a stomachache.
I had to go to the toilet.
Grandpa Ding glared at me and said unhappily: "This is the master's peak period, please hold on for a while.
I said with an affected expression: "Grandpa, I really couldn't hold it in anymore, and I pulled my pants after a while.
You're fine, okay.
Grandpa Ding said hello to others: "You're not a baby, why are you still waiting for me to wipe your butt?
Go back quickly."
Grandpa Ding called Fu Qiang over and said, "Bingbing has a stomachache, you, the younger generation, should bow to him first.
Fu Qiang glanced stupidly at Ding Ling next to Chen Nina in the memorial shed.
He knelt down at the door of the funeral shed, as if he were worshiping Ding Ling, and knelt face to face with her.
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Grandpa Ding covered his forehead.
Sighing: "Look what this idiot has become.
Walked over and kicked Fu Qiang on the butt: "Kneel down inside, Lingzi, look at him, this brain ,,, I rolled my eyes at Grandpa Ding and said: "You old man, isn't it true that you are rich and powerful?
Didn't you ask him to salute for me?
Did you say to whom you saluted?
You are getting more and more stubborn as you get older.
Grandpa Ding glanced at the people around him and felt embarrassed when he saw the crowd.
He was so angry that he kept smoking.
Looking at his depressed look, I felt a little relieved.
I ran into the funeral home in a puff of smoke and sneaked into the corridor, looking back to see if anyone was following me.
But when he entered the corner of the corridor. and Uryu's men.
Masan, one of the Four Great Vajras, hit a Manhuai.
Ma Sanzi is not as tall as me, and his face happened to hit my shoulder.
He covered his face and cursed: "You are blind and waiting to be reincarnated so early in the morning, I will fuck you...
When he saw me, he was startled for a moment, with a cold face, he swallowed the words abruptly, and said with a changed expression: "Hey, isn't this Young Master Han?
Why are you here so early?
I can hardly recognize you with the way you are dressed.
I straightened my filial piety hat, rubbed my shoulders and said: "I work here, why are you so blind when you tell me why I came so early?
After I finished speaking, some tough guys around Masan surrounded me, wanting to beat me up.
Masan glared at them and said in a sarcastic tone: "What do you want to do?
Didn't you see that Young Master Han is wearing the filial piety clothes of a filial son and a virtuous grandson?
Young Master Han has been a popular figure next to Brother Long recently.
He just surrendered and you guys have your pants down.
Young Master Han, if you dare to make a move, go and get out of the way.
I stared at Masan's sinister face calmly and said: "It's good that you know, aren't you one of Yulong's four great kings?
In the Yangxi branch, I haven't settled the accounts with you yet."
Don't be arrogant.
Ma San raised the corners of his mouth, crossed his legs in a polio-like stance, stared at me with some disapproval and said: "Haha, I have been waiting for you, but I don't believe it.
Brother Long and I have been together for so many years, and Brother Long would break off his own limbs for a slave with two surnames.
Who do you think you are?
I look down on you at all.
Who do you think you are?
Didn't you just practice Sanda in a martial arts school for a few years?
You are so awesome.
If Brother Long hadn't appreciated you, I would have destroyed you long ago.
From now on, be careful when walking alone at night.
Don't get beaten up in the back with a black stick.
You still don't know who hit you.
By the way, I heard that your father's ribs were broken.
Is it because of you?
Hey, aren't you a great coaxer?
If you have the skills, your dad, don't let others break your ribs.
I gritted my teeth, poked Masan's right arm with my finger and said: "Don't worry, I am in good health and can bear it better.
The knife wound on your right arm has healed, right?
You’ve forgotten the pain now, right?
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Don't worry, next time it won't be on your arm, but on your head.
I promise you'll get down on your knees and beg me that day, I swear.
The words I spoke almost came out from my teeth one by one.
Asan's face turned red from suppressing it, and I pushed him away and walked straight into the corridor.
At that moment, I clearly felt a simmering anger in my chest.
I held it back because I really didn’t want to waste time with such a small character.
As soon as I walked to the corner of the corridor, I saw Director Liu with his hands behind his back, looking like a leader, and said to Lao Cai: "Don't forget what I just said.
All furnaces will be shut down for a while.
When the No. 1 memorial hall is finished, Fang Tian will be buried first.
Uncle Cai nodded vigorously.
Curator Liu saw me coming over and asked: "Why are you here, kid?
Aren't you keeping watch?
What are you doing here?"
I said, "I'll go to the duty room to get something and leave.
Director Liu smiled and took out a fifty yuan note from his pocket, handed it to me and said: "You came at the right time.
My status as curator will not pass.
You can help me join in with this money.
Haha, I have to leave beforehand.
As soon as Director Liu finished speaking, he stuffed the money into my pocket and hurried towards the front area of the funeral home. tgt: