Chapter 213: The Shelter of Ancestors and Grandchildren Fight 01

Bai Lu's spirit body was interrupted only before the first page of the order could be received, or more precisely, it was "frozen".

Slowly open your eyes, ho!

Wreaths, wreaths, or wreaths, look around again, ties, black yarn, white dew "sneeze", she... Isn't it at the mourning hall?

Xiaolu, you are so keen, indeed, this is the mourning hall.

There was no one around, only the sound of the wind mixed with snow outside the window, Bai Lu unconsciously tightened the down jacket on his body, this must be winter, and it is also winter in the north, but it is not right, doesn't it mean that there is heating in the north, why are the windows still open, and it is still so cold?

The frozen Bai Lu's gaze drifted and drifted, and it floated to the middle of the mourning hall, on a large black and white photo, it was obvious that it was the deceased.

Bai Lu's head hurt a little, like the legendary pain after a hangover, and the few pages left on the order rushed into his mind, and the information was fully received.

This time, the customer's surname is Feng, Ms. Feng Xiaolian, and her age when she placed the order is unknown, but the time when Bai Lu entered the task is clear, it was when she was 14 years old, that is, the year her father died unexpectedly.

Speaking of which, this Ms. Feng is also a poor person, her mother died of illness when she was 7 years old, her father died when she was 14 years old, and she became a fatherless and motherless orphan before she became an adult, but fortunately, she also has a healthy and clear grandmother... No, Bai Lu was stunned, this grandmother is worse than nothing.

In fact, Ms. Feng had a good life before she was 7 years old, her father Feng Jiu was born in a county town in the neighboring province of the imperial capital, and since the age of 15, he went to Beijing with his fellow villagers to work, and worked hard in Beijing alone, although it was hard, but he was more diligent.

Mother Lin Yu is a native of Jizhou, but also came to Beijing to work in the early days, because she was too tired to work in a handmade leather bag factory, so her health was not very good, although she was weak and sick, but she also supported half of the family, so Ms. Feng was still a happy little girl when she was a child.

Because Lin Yu's family died in the earthquake in the seventies. Therefore, Ms. Feng has no relatives from her grandmother's family, and although her father Feng Jiu has both parents, one is an alcoholic and dreams of death all day long, and the other loves to play mahjong and does not care about the world's affairs. The two of them live on a storefront along the street, and there is not much difference between such grandparents and grandparents.

Bai Lu thought, no wonder Ms. Feng's father, Feng Jiu, was only 15 years old when he went out to work with others, and it was rare for a child with an alcoholic father and a gambling addicted mother not to grow crooked.

When Ms. Feng was 5 years old, her family was still crammed into a cramped rental house. That year, Feng's father put together all the savings of the husband and wife over the years, plus gambling to go to Jinzhong to mine with others, and the next year, the family moved out of the rental house.

When Ms. Feng was 8 years old, the family had their own small house, although it was in the suburbs, and it was only forty or fifty square meters, but they were already very satisfied with the hard-working and wealthy family.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and Lin Yu, who was already in poor health, found it difficult to have children after giving birth to Feng Xiaolian, although she was disgusted by her mother-in-law. I didn't live together, but after all, I didn't survive my daughter's 9th birthday, and I died.

Feng Jiulian was away from home all year round with money to dig private mines, and he thought about sending his daughter back to the county to take care of him for a few years, but when he thought of his drunken father and his mother who played mahjong all night, he dispelled this idea.

So, after Feng Jiu was both a father and a mother for more than half a year, his father, who was soaked in the wine vat, finally died of alcoholic fatty liver disease, and his mother, Mrs. Yang, died within a month of his father's death. Swapped the only small shop along the street at home for gambling and lost all the money.

The homeless Mrs. Yang finally thought of her eldest son who went out to work 20 years ago, and went to a small house in fifty square meters with tears and shouts, saying that she would take care of her motherless daughter for her son.

Mrs. Yang behaved well at first, and only occasionally went out to touch the cards. Three months later, Feng Jiu went to Jinzhong again, entrusted his mother to take care of his daughter, and sent back half of his salary every month.

Ms. Feng, who is nearly 10 years old, has gradually become sensible, and she can feel that her grandmother is not interested in her, and even disgusted.

In the eyes of Mrs. Yang. The small house of fifty square meters belongs to her son, and her son was born to her in October, so this house belongs to her.

For Feng Xiaolian's own granddaughter, Mrs. Yang couldn't help but think of the short-lived ghost Lin Yu, a woman who couldn't give birth to a son lost her eldest son, according to her, since she couldn't give birth to a baby with a handle, then she should change her mother-in-law, but her son was disobedient and didn't return to the county for many years.

After the drunkard's wife died, Mrs. Yang was sad for a while, and then continued to play mahjong, it seems that the dead people in the family brought bad luck, causing her to lose again and again, and later had to sell the small shop along the street with the only source of income.

Bai Lu shook her head, no matter whether Mrs. Yang really lost in a row, or was tricked, from the perspective of "small gambling pleasure, big gambling hurting the body", it is not uncommon for an old lady like her to play mahjong all night to lose the store, if she quits after losing the store, it can be regarded as a change of mind, but unfortunately the gambling drug has penetrated into the bone marrow, otherwise the next thing will not happen.

When Ms. Feng was 14 years old, just in her first year of junior high school, Feng's father, who was engaged in mining in Jinzhong, was trapped and died due to the collapse of the mine, which caused the underground to be blocked. The only economic pillar of the Feng family collapsed, and the only bond between the ancestors and grandchildren, who had barely gotten along, was broken, and the situation changed abruptly.

The time node that Bai Lu entered at this moment was the day after Feng's father's accidental death, and the reason why Feng Xiaolian was the only one in the mourning hall was because Mrs. Yang said that she could not bear the accidental death of her eldest son, so she went out to play mahjong to relieve the pain.

Another gust of cold wind blew in, Bai Lu shivered, quickly got up from the ground and closed the window, and then poured a cup of hot water to warm her hands, after the hot steam smoked the warmth on her face, she felt warmer and breathed a sigh of relief: For the girl in the south, the cold in the north is really ten thousand points of harm.

If I am not mistaken, Feng's father's body should be in the morgue, and it will be sent to the funeral home for cremation after the first seven days, so there are only statues, offering tables, fruits, incense and candles in the mourning hall arranged in the small living room, as well as wreaths sent by Feng's father and workers, and there is almost no extra space in the entire small hall.

Usually the relatives of the deceased will take turns to stay with the spirit, but after Feng Jiu left, only the 60-year-old mother and 14-year-old daughter were left, but unfortunately, the mother also went to play mahjong, which made Bai Lu such an outsider feel unacceptable.

It only took Bai Lu 1 minute to finish inspecting this small house of "Ancestor and Grandson Dispute", speaking of which, this Mrs. Yang gambled really hard enough-

Author's note: A new quest opens~

Today's second update~ (To be continued.) )