There are six funeral parlors queuing up for funerals, and the strongest lineup is the Bian family.

This contrast is subconscious.

The facts are there, the same family has died, some people have come to see off more than ten or twenty people, and some people have one or two hundred. Some families spend money to hire a few vans, while others have dozens of convoys composed of relatives and friends.

That's the gap!

In the eyes of the world, how well a family mixes, the usual food, clothing, housing and transportation are certainly an indicator, and red and white ceremonies are hard bars.

Don't talk about being a big official and making a fortune, just say that in the city, some people eat well and live well, but people are like ice, and they don't have many friends when it comes to the end. Some people have the ability, and the communication is even more extensive, and they may not see anything on weekdays, but when there is something at home, it will reflect the difference.

Of course, there is a problem of vanity in this, and in some countries, this is not too particular, but in Chinese society, no one can avoid the comparison of red and white ceremonies.

Today, many things shown by the Bian family have compared them to the next few families, which is refreshing. Many people realized that before they knew it, the Bian family had been reborn.

The family members wept in the mourning hall, and some friends who were learning and learning were standing outside the hall chatting, lamenting the fortunes and misfortunes of life, and then they saw a huge luxury motorcade driving into the funeral home compound, and everyone thought in their hearts: Why are there so many funerals today?

Qi Sanshu's convoy arrived.

As soon as the convoy arrived, four-fifths of the huge parking lot was made up of Bian's cars.

After receiving a call from Bian Xuede, Bian Xuedao stayed in the parking lot in advance, shook hands with the people in Qi Sanshu's convoy one by one and said "Xie Luxie".

Qi Sanshu patted Bian Xuedao's shoulder and said, "Mourn! Also, don't be polite to me." ”

Everyone was shocked, including Mr. Black at the funeral home.

Mr. Hei has been working for a long time, either learning Buddhism or cultivating mysteries, and Mr. Hei, who is in charge of the Bian family, knows a little bit about the art of people. He knows what he can be, and he can't see anything when he learns the Tao, but when he sees Qi Sanshu and Zhu Zhichun, his eyes are a little straight, and they are all very obvious rich and noble.

Seeing the connections of the Bian family, Mr. Hei's attitude towards speaking was a little better, you must know that Lu Dao, such a fierce family, he has worked in the Chunshan funeral home for more than ten years, and he has never seen a few.

More and more people came, many people thought that someone in the Bian family must have made a fortune, rich, they don't know what to do, and what surprised them is still to come, and the Bian family will tell them what is rich and expensive, at least, someone in the Bian family has made friends with very noble status.

……

Ten miles of different winds, a hundred miles of different customs.

Zhu Zhichun is not from Beijiang, and it feels fresh to look at the funeral customs of Chunshan.

Zhu Zhichun attended the funeral, but Lu Yuting was the first time.

Before this day, Lu Yuting never dreamed that the first funeral she attended after she was sensible was actually a white affair of Bian Xuedao.

Originally, I was going to sit in the car and wait, but seeing that everyone got off the car, after thinking about it, Lu Yuting also got out of the car. The devil sent the gods to come, and if they come, they will be safe.

Say goodbye to the body.

Women are, after all, emotional creatures.

came with a mentality that it had nothing to do with himself, but he entered the farewell hall with chrysanthemums in his hand, listened to the mournful music played, listened to the heart-rending cries of several cousins in Bian Xuedao, and watched an old lady who had to be supported to stand still, and after a while, Lu Yuting was infected by the emotions of her family and her eyes were red.

As the elevator lifted the uncle's body, the cries in the hall erupted violently.

Bian Xueyi walked to the microphone and gave a farewell speech.

This speech was discussed by him and the brothers of Bian Xuedao, striving to be simple and simple.

In fact, with the life of the uncle, there is really nothing to say. A simple, ordinary life, no surprises, no highlights. Like many Chinese, eating, sleeping, working, and even traveling are luxuries, and many days in life are simply copy-paste.

In the uncle's life, there are only a handful of strong dreams that he really revealed, and he can be regarded as one of them to settle down in Jiangjun Mountain.

Bian Xueyi calmed down and began to speak, his voice overshadowing the mourning and echoing in the hall.

"He's an ordinary old man, he's a good guy. has been a farmer all his life, and his biggest achievement in his life is to raise two sons, and his biggest regret is that he failed to hold his grandson. He told me that he clearly remembers that he had taken two planes and five trains in his life, and the farthest place he went to was Beijing, but unfortunately he went to see a doctor, and he couldn't walk around Beijing to have a look. He is my father, he has done good things and bad things in his life, he has done good deeds and scolded people, but I think he is a good man because he has been touching his conscience for most of his life. Thank you for taking the time to attend my father's funeral. ”

While Bian Xueyi was talking, Lu Yuting had already changed a tissue. In order to divert her attention, she began to search for people she knew with her eyes, wanting to see the expressions of others. Then she was in the family queue and saw Bian Xuedao.

She found that Bian Xuedao's expression was a little strange, with tears in his eyes, but his expression was not particularly sad.

Like ...... A monk who has comprehended the cycle of life and death.

Then, she saw a young woman dressed in black, walking up to Bian Xuedao and handing him a tissue.

The next procedure.

The eldest son of the uncle, Bian Xueren, knelt in the front, behind him was Bian Xueyi, while learning Taoism, and while learning morality, and behind him were several children.

Mr. stood next to Bian Xueren, said a long list of words, and then shouted: "Fall!"

Bian Xueren lifted the mud basin in his hand high, and fell down hard against the raised cement bag on the ground.

"Smack!"

The mud pot shattered.

When the gentleman saw this, he shouted again, "Kowtow." ”

Bian Xuedao listened, respectfully, and knocked his head on the carpet.

More than an hour later, the Bianjia convoy set off for Jiangjun Mountain.

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The dirt bags on General Hill are not all ownerless and lonely graves. Some of them went out to work with their whole families, some didn't take the words of the village party secretary seriously at all, and some thought that they wanted me to move the grave and get the money.

A few of them wanted some money to come out, so they sent an idler to guard on the General Mountain, and if anyone went up the mountain to move the grave, they would go back to the village and tell everyone.

As soon as the Mengjia convoy turned into the intersection at the bottom of the mountain, the people on the mountain noticed. Then I saw a few migrant workers with shovels and pickaxes coming down from the van at the back of the convoy, and immediately understood what these people were going to do.

Quickly descended the mountain from the other side and returned to the village to report the news.

The Meng family went up the mountain and counted the number of graves and prepared a few bags.

The migrant workers hired by them opened a bottle of liquor on the spot, sprinkled some on the ground, and then took a big sip of it. Then each of them took out a strip of red cloth from his pocket and tied it to the handle of the tool in his hand. Looking up at the sun in the sky, he spat twice in his hand, stood still with his feet, and was about to move the shovel.

Just as he was about to start, there was a sound of talking at the intersection of the mountain.

More than a dozen villagers gathered around the intersection of Meng's house to block the road, and were theorizing about something.

It was Meng Si and Meng Wu who brought people to dig the grave, Meng Si commanded on the mountain, and Meng Wu stopped people at the intersection. Don't look at Meng Er Zhang Luo's Huan, this kind of work of digging other people's graves, he himself will not come forward.

Meng Wu is a violent temper, relying on the strength of his family, and he has been horizontal since he was a child. First asked a few words for what the notice did not take the initiative to move the grave, and the few villagers who came to see me mouthed and I couldn't get to the point, Meng Wu waved his hand directly: "You wait here, let you plan, you don't plan, we will help you plan, take down the bones and slag in a while, see which one is good, you pick it yourself." ”

That's a bit of a no-brainer.

Originally, several male villagers were stopped by several Mercedes-Benz S350s blocked at the intersection by the Meng family and did not speak much, and there were always two old ladies, three middle-aged women and an old man negotiating.

The northern folk were fierce, and when they heard Meng Wu speak, the voices of several men immediately rose up.

When Meng Wu saw this, he looked disdainful, and raised his voice and said: "Don't quarrel with me, what did you do earlier? What kind of filial son and grandson are you pretending to be now? Don't think that I don't know the little calculation in your stomach, don't you just want to blackmail money? Wait a minute, after the mountain is dug, as long as you confirm that there are people from your family, the family will give two hundred and five. ”

In fact, the first half of Meng Wu's sentence had already poked at some people's minds and gained the upper hand, but when it came to the amount of compensation money at the end, he lost his temper again, wanting to disgust these farmers who had no ability in his eyes.

This is over! The family gives two hundred and five, too little to say, this money can't be taken, if you take it, the whole village and the whole township will know that the bones of the XX family are worth two hundred and five.

The quarrel at the intersection immediately escalated.

Those who were guarding the intersection with Meng Wu were the bastards in the town yard in Meng Wukai's bathing center, and there were taxi drivers sent by Meng Er. Seeing Meng Wu scolding others, these people rushed up and pushed the villagers out.

During the pushing, an old lady did not stand still and fell to the ground, and then was trampled by Meng Wu's people a few times.

I don't know where I stepped on the road, and I saw that the old lady began to vomit blood.

When a middle-aged woman saw this, she turned around and ran in the direction of the village.

A few migrant workers on the mountain saw that there was chaos below, and Ren Mengsi couldn't do anything no matter how much he urged him.

The little head among the migrant workers looked at Meng Si and said: "Big brother, there must be enough time, let's dig after the following things are dealt with, this spade will not be the same as it is." ”

Meng Si was unhappy, there was no way, he couldn't dig it himself. After telling a few migrant workers to wait, he went down the mountain to find Meng Wu and asked what was going on.

Several migrant workers leaned their shovels against the trees, and one of them took out a pack of cigarettes, lit them one by one, took two puffs and said: "Let's make trouble, if it is too big, we will save ourselves from digging, and we will not do this kind of work next time." ”

After a while, the one with the best eyes among the several people said: "Don't think about it, let's send money below, don't make trouble." ”

Sure enough, after Meng Si went down, he forced out a smiling face to talk to the villagers at the intersection.

After the "reinforcements" in the village arrived, Meng Si didn't talk nonsense, took out a bag from the car on the spot, and said loudly: "A family of 3,000, sign and draw on the spot, and I will receive the money here after signing and drawing." I said the ugly words in front, they are all people on the ground of Spring Mountain, look down and don't look up, if anyone doesn't come to the mountain to take the lead, I promise that he won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

From two hundred and five to three thousand, several families immediately stopped making trouble. The few remaining families who have the intention of not moving the grave have no allies, and they have no confidence.

A few migrant workers on the mountain looked at each other and said, "Well, stop, let's dig." ”

The foreman pressed the cigarette butt in his hand to the trunk of the tree, and when he looked up again, a long motorcade in the distance was driving in his direction.