This kind of arrangement not only made the people of Xinghua Village admire it to death, but also made those lonely and widowed old people so hungry that their eyes were about to fall out, and they were also moved to tears. This is the first time since Zhenfu's death that Huoyazi has cried in front of his children. Of course, not for grief, but for gratitude.

Next, Huoyazi no longer participates in any opinions. The babies and cubs arrange to buy it, and they can fiddle with it as much as they want. She was satisfied, more than she had in most of her life. She is already a person buried in the neck, and she fully believes that the children who can arrange the aftermath of this old immortal will definitely arrange all the big and small things in the family.

Momoko also suggested that nowadays, the government requires cremation. Let's find a way not to cremate, leave an old bone for my father, and bury him secretly. This proposal, Hang'er strongly agreed, and Huoyazi also nodded willingly. This made the foreign banks and banks very embarrassed, and they didn't squeak for a long time. Of course, they knew the serious consequences of secretly burying the body.

Mr. Hu finally couldn't help it and interjected to oppose it. He said that cremation is advocated by the government, and we can't do anything that goes against the policy and confronts the government.

Peaches replied disdainfully, policies are all set by people. Do you think the government is doing what it says and does? There are a few cremations in my village, but aren't they all buried on the spot. I didn't see anyone causing any trouble. If you're timid, what else can you do?

Her words made Teacher Hu very embarrassed. The foreign bank glared at her and said, this matter must be agreed by the village, and it is not something that we can do. Let's get back to that.

Therefore, when the family elders formally discussed, the foreign bank first put forward the above idea, which was immediately praised by everyone. They all praised that these babies were thoughtful, affectionate, righteous and filial, and set up a flag among the younger generations of our Xinghua Village.

That night, Peaches also ran to find Feng'er and told her about wanting to be buried secretly. As long as the village committee turns a blind eye, the rest of the matter will be handled by its own family. If something happens, it will be borne by his own family, and the village cadres will not be allowed to bear the slightest risk.

Feng'er categorically refused, leaving no room for anything.

At this point, Peaches has some hatred for Feng'er in her heart. thinks she is too rigid in doing things and doesn't leave a little affection for her family.

When Zhenfu came out of the funeral, the scene was very different from the two days after his death. In other words, it became jaw-dropping, which opened the eyes of the people of Xinghua Village.

The next day, before dawn, the foreign company drove the car to the town. At the time of breakfast, he hurriedly brought a cart full of wreaths and grass, along with five people carrying large trumpets and suona on their shoulders.

The grass was also very strangely rooted. There are tall cash cows, glittering cornucopias, three-storey buildings, tall horses that are shoulder to shoulder, a three-meter-long back garden decorated with all kinds of flowers and sweet fruits, a television set with coloring books, a sewing machine, a tape recorder, and so on. There was even a downsized twenty-four-horsepower tractor. Everything that the villagers have seen and heard, there is everything. The villagers all preached that Zhenfu was fortunate to die early, so he was blessed to use such rare and useful things. If I were still alive, I am afraid that I would not even have the pleasure of looking at it.

The few people who carried the large suona included old men, women and young cubs. As soon as they got out of the car, they pitched a shed in front of the gate of Zhenfu's house, and swiped out their brass-colored sparkling blowers, and puffed out their cheeks to blow a mournful tune. The tone is indeed sentimental, piercing people's ears and eyes, and making people cry. Driven by such a tune, some old people pulled up the placket of their front clothes from time to time, wiping the muddy old tears that kept springing out of their eyes over and over again. The little cubs gathered happily around the players, admiring the beautiful tune as if watching a big play, and watching this rare scene.

The scene of soup delivery and funeral is also grand and pompous.

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