The whole burial ceremony was carried out meticulously in accordance with the ancient customs of the mountain village, and there was no concealment of the sour apricot Niang, nor the hasty and sloppy of Xigui, which became the most classic and glorious scene in the funeral rites of Xinghua Village. Many years have passed, and the people of Xinghua Village still talk about it. There are endless plots, and endless sighs.

Li Zhenfu left in a lively manner. He could wander contentedly on the land of the underworld, riding a tall horse, wearing silk and satin, going up to a tall building alone, directing several paper figures accompanying him to the funeral, pouring tea and wine for him, and guarding the back garden with flowers and fresh fruits. When you don't have money, you can also shake the cash cow, knock on the cornucopia, and live a happy life where the gods don't change. If there is a spirit underground, I don't know if I can know that his scenery is gone, but it leaves a lot of embarrassment and embarrassment for the cubs behind him.

First of all, such a pomp and circumstance is a lot of money just to spend.

On the evening of Zhenfu's funeral, after being full of wine and food, the elders of the Li family, who were in charge, presided over the accounting meeting and announced all the expenses in the past three days on the spot. The amount of expenditures stunned everyone. The principal said that Zhen Fusheng had two male babies and cubs, so he had to split them apart from one to the other, and the two families would share them equally. Not only did Peach's face turn green, but the two of them in the bank were even more stupid. The bank buried its head in the crotch of its pants, unable to make a sound or speak. Fortunately, Mr. Hu made a statement on the spot, saying that although his father raised two male babies, after all, the daughter is also related by blood and bones, so the three families should bear it together. His words won unanimous praise from those present, and he respected this already respected white-faced scholar more and more.

Despite this, each family is also burdened with a heavy debt.

After Peaches returned home, she regretted it to the foreign bank, knowing that the expenses were so large, why would she not agree to such extravagance and waste. The foreign bank blocked her and said, what's the matter, it's distressing. If you want me to see, this kind of scene has not been as pompous as you wanted. Peaches was speechless, so she could only knock out her teeth and swallow it in her stomach.

The two of them barely spent the night with Huoyazi in their hometown, and left in a hurry before dawn. They had to rush back and desperately open shops to make money. While desperately trying to keep the store that is about to collapse, it is also necessary to save money and make up for the even more empty books.

So far, Li Zhenfu, who has been brilliant for decades, has finally completely disappeared from the noodle field in Xinghua Village. In other words, he has transformed into a new ghost upstart in another world of Xinghua Village, and continues to write another glorious chapter called "ghost life".

In fact, Li Zhenfu did not completely curtain call. On the stage of life in Xinghua Village, his ghost shadow is still floating, and it affects the tired body and mind of many people.

The accounts have been thoroughly clarified. The 20,000 yuan that was removed from the factory was indeed a ghost that Zhenfu was secretly making trouble. He secretly lent the money to a bank restaurant that could not be supported by lack of funds, but lied to the bank that it was the private money he had accumulated over the years and could be used boldly and with confidence. The bank also thought that Zhenfu was afraid that the foreign bank would know about it, which would cause discord between the brothers. He never dared to speak out, not even vanilla.

Guarding the face of xylophone and Feng'er, the bank's shoulders trembled, choked, and big tears dripped down. He said, don't worry, even if the funds in the store are emptied and the store is closed, I will pay it back as soon as possible, and I dare not default on the public's money.

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