Taoyuan Mountain Village

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After the old man Huang died, many people in Yushan Village were busy. After all, Yushan Village was very tedious.

Marriage is even more powerful, and the whole village will hold a banquet with some conditions.

"Xiao Ye, your handwriting is good, you can write a white book!"

A villager greeted Jiang Xiaoye.

"Little bastard, why is Xiao Ye writing this when he has nothing to do? I'll just do it. He's good at writing and doesn't know how to write it!"

The old village chief put the pipe away, rubbed his hands and walked over.

"Uncle, you are flying on grass and crawling with crabs. How can you write, let Xiaoye write well, and Xiaoye's handwriting is also good-looking." The villagers of Yushan Village expressed dissatisfaction, and the old village chief's handwriting was really inappropriate. How is it.

"It was written by me before, what's wrong, do you want to rebel?"

The old village chief didn't want to, and stared.

Baishu has a special booklet, and the old village chief seems to be unlucky to write this, so he doesn't want Jiang Xiaoye to touch it.

And it's really difficult.

Jiang Xiaoye had seen it before. The format requirements for writing this thing were very strict, and there should be no mistakes in every word. It was written by a special person. In the past, it was written by the old village chief.

It mainly writes the name of the deceased, the cause of death, time, death, cremation, hanging and funeral time, etc., and finally the inscription of the descendants and grand-nephews in Wufu and so on.

Yushan Village wrote it in advance, and many things were added later. The content of the white book was also varied, and almost every household was different.

This thing represents the cultural level of a village. It is complex and esoteric. It is easy to make mistakes without special study. The old village chief was the hope of the whole village.

Naturally, this thing was handed over to him.

In order to learn this white book, the old village chief consulted several elders in the village, and combined with his own alternative font, it made the villagers take it as a joke.

"This old man Huang is a big girl. It's easy to report a funeral. It's solved with a phone call. It's easier to bury me when I die."

The old man Zhou, the five-guarantee household in the village, was tremblingly holding his cane, his eyes were red.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad. The old man Huang had a similar body to him, but he walked in front of him. He also knew that he had a few days to live.

For those whose vitality was about to be exhausted, Jiang Xiaoye's methods were completely ineffective. He could cure the disease, but his own vitality was attenuated, and it was simply too difficult to recover.

"Old man Zhou, you have opened your mouth, don't wait for a kick and really die together."

Zhao Wuliu came with the dog and wanted to pat Old Man Zhou with a cigarette in his mouth, but Jiang Xiaoye quickly reached out to stop him, he couldn't stand still at this station, you're still crap!

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Zhao Wuliu's yellow dog rubbed against Jiang Xiaoye's legs enthusiastically, and happily circled around Jiang Xiaoye.

"You bastard, you don't even think about who brought you food every day when you were a child. If I die, you will be my son and my funeral. I don't want to be a lonely ghost."

The old man Zhou stared, Zhao Wuliu ate a hundred meals when he was a child, and when he grew up, he became a thousand meals, and there was no one who did not go to disasters in every ten miles and eight townships.

Some old people in the village used to give food to Zhao Wuliu when he was a child.

"That said..."

Zhao Wuliu lost his temper in an instant and entered the mountain temple with a grunt, because it was true, he would have starved to death without these old people in the village when he was a child.

"Zhao Wuliu, this old man Huang has no son, why don't you cry for Grandpa Huang's son?"

There are people in the village who are joking. Now Zhao Wuliu is no longer stealing chickens and dogs, but they dare to joke.

"Then you have to ask your daughter to come back with Lao Tzu, and we will send them in pairs."

"Go away, I have two girls!"

Zhao Wuliu is ridiculed everywhere he goes. After all, no one in the village is immune to scourges. Jiang Xiaoye alone knows that his family has chickens, ducks, fish, hanging meat, and vegetables that he grows. Shout type.

Watching other people's sexual affairs, squatting against the wall and watching people take a shower, there is nothing he doesn't do.

When it was not early, the old daughter of Huang old man came back, and the one who was crying was the sad one, along with her husband, a son and daughter-in-law who worked, and a grandson.

Old man Huang didn't want to affect his daughter's life, and he never even went to the village.

"Who paid for the funeral and expenses? It looks like a big deal, right?"

Old man Huang's son-in-law asked his wife in a low voice.

"It should be us out, my father is my daughter."

"How much will that cost?"

The family discussed a lot. After all, considering the scale and local customs, it really cost tens of thousands of yuan at least.

"Grass, money, money, money, your uncle, are our Yushan Village people who are short of money? Where did the turtle come from, it came from Qian Village, you're done crying, don't be the same as the turtle."

Zhao Wuliu glanced at the family.

"From the village? You also have to pay for the banquet, so let's take the hanging paper money, right?" This son-in-law is also a wonderful person.

"Do you believe it or not, I beat you?"

Zhao Wuliu stepped forward and grabbed the son-in-law's collar.

"Let go, grass!" Old man Huang's grandson immediately came over with great momentum.

"It's okay, Zhao Wuliu." Jiang Xiaoye also understood why the old man Huang never went back after he visited the city once. He said that he would not disturb his daughter's life.

Such a son-in-law is truly amazing.

Slapped Zhao Wuliu's hand away, Jiang Xiaoye looked at Old Man Huang's daughter and said, "Auntie, the money for Grandpa Huang's funeral is paid by the village, and all the expenses are paid by the village. Give it away to Grandpa Huang. To be honest, Grandpa Huang has not been out of the village for more than ten years, if it weren’t for his death this time, I always thought that Grandpa Huang was a five-guarantee household.”

"I mean, what do you mean? What do you mean my grandfather is a five-guarantee household? It means we won't come? What do you care about? Who are you?"

The grandson of the old man Huang, who had been hanging around all the time, was suddenly upset, spit on the ground, and squinted at Jiang Xiaoye.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Zhao Wuliu couldn't bear it anymore, he came up with a big mouth.

Jiang Xiaoye took a decisive step back.

"Stop disfigurement, give Grandpa Huang a face, and teach him a lesson."

Oh, you little brat, is there something wrong with your brain? Jiang Xiaoye turned around and left, not forgetting to remind Zhao Wuliu, don't slap things over with one slap, slap more!

The grandson of the old man Huang, who was slapped in a circle, was slapped back by Zhao Wuliu in the same place, and he opened his bow from left to right, and the slap sounded.

"What are you doing, Zhao Wuliu? Don't hit people!"

"Zhao Wuliu!"

When a few old people saw that Zhao Wuliu had beaten someone, they hurried over to stop him. After all, he was also old man Huang's grandson, although he had never been to the village.

"Xiao Ye asked me to fight, what do you think I'm doing!" Zhao Wuliu resolutely took the blame.

"Then fight, fight!"

"This boy needs to be beaten at first glance. He never knew that he should come to see old man Huang. He needs to be beaten!" When the old people heard that Jiang Xiaoye asked him to beat him, they turned around and continued to organize some funeral items.

"Wang Wang!" The little yellow dog screamed, cheering Zhao Wuliu.

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