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After Old Man Huang died, many people in Yushan Village became busy. After all, celebrations and funerals in Yushan Village were very complicated.
Getting married is even more powerful, and if you have some conditions, the whole village will hold a banquet.
"Xiaoye, you are good at handwriting, come and write a white letter!"
Some villagers greeted Jiang Xiaoye.
"Little bastard, why is Xiaoye writing this when he has nothing to do? Just let me write it. He is so good at handwriting that he doesn't know how to write it!"
The old village chief put away his pipe, rubbed his hands and passed away.
"Old uncle, you are flying on grass combined with crawling crabs. What should you write? Let Xiao Ye write it well. Xiao Ye's handwriting is also beautiful." The villagers of Yushan Village expressed dissatisfaction. The old village chief's handwriting was really not good. How about it.
"I used to write them all. What's the matter? You want to rebel?"
The old village chief was unwilling and stared.
There is a special note in Baishu. The old village chief thought it was unlucky to write this thing, so he didn¡¯t want Jiang Xiaoye to touch it.
And the difficulty is really high.
Jiang Xiaoye has seen it. The format requirements for writing this thing are very strict. There must be no mistakes in every word, and there is a special person to write it. In the past, it was written by the old village chief.
The main thing written is the name of the deceased, the cause of death, time, age, cremation, hanging and funeral time, etc. The last thing is to write down the signatures of descendants and nephews and grandnephews in the fifth server, etc.
Yushan Village wrote it in advance, and many things were added later. The content of the white letter is also ever-changing, and almost every household is different.
This thing represents the cultural level of a village. It is complex and profound. If you don't study it professionally, it is easy to make mistakes and make jokes. The old village chief was the hope of the whole village at the beginning. He was the only one of the older generation who was literate and stayed in the village.
Of course, all these things were handed over to him.
In order to learn this white book, the old village chief consulted the elders of several villages, and combined it with his own unique font, which made the villagers think it was a joke.
"This old man Huang is just a big girl. It's easy to report the funeral. It can be solved with just one phone call. It will be even easier when I die. You can just bury me."
Old man Zhou, a five-guaranteed household in the village, was tremblingly holding on to his crutches, his eyes red.
The rabbit died and the fox was sad. Old Man Huang, who had a body similar to his, walked in front of him. He also knew that he would live for a few days.
For people whose vitality is about to be exhausted, Jiang Xiaoye's methods are completely ineffective. He can cure the disease, but it is too difficult to restore his own vitality.
"Old man Zhou, you are so open-minded, don't wait until you kick off your legs and we will actually be buried together."
Zhao Wuliu came with the dog, holding a cigarette in his mouth and wanted to pat Mr. Zhou. Jiang Xiaoye quickly reached out to stop him. He couldn't even stand still. Why are you patting Mr. Zhou's fart?
"Woof woof woof!"
Zhao Wuliu¡¯s yellow dog rubbed Jiang Xiaoye¡¯s legs enthusiastically and circled around Jiang Xiaoye happily.
"You bastard, don't think about who gave you food every day when you were a child. If I die, you will be buried as my son. I don't want to be a lonely ghost."
Old man Zhou glared, Zhao Wuliu used to eat food from hundreds of families when he was a child, but when he grew up, he grew up eating food from thousands of families. There was no one in the country that he didn't harm.
In the past, some old people in the village often gave food to Zhao Wuliu when he was a child.
"That's what I said"
Zhao Wuliu lost his temper instantly and entered the mountain temple muttering, because it was true. Without these old people in the village when he was a child, he would have starved to death long ago.
"Zhao Wuliu, this old man Huang doesn't have a son, how about you cry for Grandpa Huang as his son?"
Some villagers joked that now that Zhao Wuliu is no longer sneaky, they dare to joke.
"Then you have to ask your daughter to come back with me, and we will send them off in pairs."
"Go away, my daughter already has two children!"
Zhao Wuliu's physique is ridiculed wherever he goes. After all, no one in the village is immune to harm. Jiang Xiaoye alone knows that he will not let go of the chickens, ducks, fish, hanging meat, and vegetables grown in his home. Naturally, everyone Shout and beat type.
Watching other people¡¯s sexual intercourse, squatting on the wall and watching people take a bath, there¡¯s nothing he wouldn¡¯t do.
When it was getting late, Old Man Huang¡¯s old daughter came back, weeping so sadly. Also with her was her husband, a working son and daughter-in-law, and a grandson. She really had children and grandchildren.
Old man Huang doesn¡¯t want to affect his daughter¡¯s life, so he has never even been to the village.
"Who will pay for the funeral? It looks like it's going to be a big one, right?"
Old Man Huang¡¯s son-in-law asked in a low voice.My wife.
"We should be asked to come out. My father only has my daughter."
"How much does it cost?"
The family was talking a lot. After all, looking at the scale and local customs, it really cost tens of thousands of dollars at least.
"Fuck, money, money, money, money, your uncle, are we in Yushan Village short of money? Where did the bumpkins come from? They came from the money village. You just cry. Don't behave like bumpkins."
Zhao Wuliu glanced sideways at the family.
"You're from the village? You have to cover the banquet, so we'll collect the money for hanging the paper, right?" This son-in-law is also a weirdo.
"Do you really believe that I whipped you?"
Zhao Wuliu took a step forward and grabbed the son-in-law by the collar.
"Let go, you idiot!" Old Man Huang's grandson immediately came over with great momentum.
"Okay, Zhao Wuliu." Jiang Xiaoye also understood why Old Man Huang never went back to the city after going to the city once, saying that he would not disturb his daughter's life. Such a son-in-law is really magical.
Patting Zhao Wuliu's hand away, Jiang Xiaoye looked at Old Man Huang's daughter and said: "Auntie, the money for Grandpa Huang's funeral was paid by the village. All expenses are paid by the village. Give Grandpa Huang a good gift. After hanging paper money in the village, Others will also return to the village. To be honest, Grandpa Huang has not left the village for more than ten years. If he had not passed away this time, I always thought that Grandpa Huang was a five-guarantee household."
"What do you mean, what do you mean? What do you mean my grandpa is a five-guarantee household? Does it mean we won't come? Why do you care so much? Who are you?"
Old Man Huang¡¯s grandson, who had been idle all this time, suddenly became unhappy. He spat on the ground and looked at Jiang Xiaoye sideways.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Zhao Wuliu couldn't bear it, but he was slapped with a big mouth.
Jiang Xiaoye took a decisive step back.
"Stop disfiguring him, just give Grandpa Huang some face and teach him a lesson."
Is it a small force, is there a problem with your brain? Jiang Xiaoye turned around and left, not forgetting to remind Zhao Wuliu, don't just slap him, slap him a few more times!
Old Man Huang¡¯s grandson, who was slapped and sent spinning in circles, was slapped back by Zhao Wuliu. He opened his bow from left to right, making a crackling sound.
"Zhao Wuliu, what are you doing? Don't hit people!"
"Zhao Wuliu!"
When several old people saw that Zhao Wuliu was beating someone, they hurried over to stop him. After all, this was also the grandson of Old Man Huang, although he had never been to the village.
"Xiaoye asked me to be beaten, what do you think I did?" Zhao Wuliu decisively threw the blame.
¡°Then it¡¯s time to fight, fight!¡±
"This kid deserves a beating at first sight. He never came to see Old Man Huang. He deserves a beating!" When the old people heard that Jiang Xiaoye asked him to be beaten, they turned around and continued to sort out some things for the funeral.
"Woof woof!" the little yellow dog yelled, as if cheering Zhao Wuliu.
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