Ao Muyang didn't know where the old man said 'It's good', but what he said, 'I'm a miserable life', this sentence is really bitter!

He returned to the village in a huff, and Ao Mudong and his party were walking out from the entrance of the village.

Seeing this, he asked, "Why are you going?"

Ao Mudong's eyebrows fluttered and said: "There is a lively scene in Wangjia Village, we are ......"

"Go back all of them, whoever goes to Wangjia Village will not come back in this life!" Ao Muyang said gloomily.

The group shuddered, and quickly turned around and walked back.

"Wait," Ao Muyang shouted again, "Tell everyone in the village, those who are children must be filial, and those who are fathers and mothers must be kind and harmonious, even if it is just pretending, you have to pretend to me, otherwise I will let the whole village see what I am doing as the village chief!"

"Those who are children must be filial. Ao Mudong accosted, and several other young people nodded one after another, they saw that Ao Muyang's mood was wrong, and they were all as obedient as cat cubs.

The suicide of the old man forced by his unfilial children is not a rare thing in the countryside, but it is a lively thing for unrelated people after all, so the people in the village continue to inquire about the news, and the news of Wangjia Village continues to come in.

Yang Shuyong is a ruthless character, he went to beat the second son who directly forced the old man to death, and then went to beat the old man's eldest son's family, the old man's eldest grandson was very unfilial, and he thought it was a good thing to learn that his grandfather was forced to drink pesticides by his second uncle, so he took out beer and drank wine and meat with his father to celebrate.

When Yang Shuyong came to the door to see this scene, he suddenly burst into a rage, and a beer bottle opened the brains of a family of three men!

The old man was only beaten for one night, and he was carried back to his house, which was empty, and when the neighbor came in the next day, he saw that the old man was already stiff.

It's not the effect of paraquat, it's that the old man himself hanged himself.

Some people say that paraquat is too torturous after it is powerful, and the old man can't stand it and hangs himself, Ao Muyang knows that this is not the case, and the old man has been prepared for this before.

In the morning, Yang Shuyong called Ao Muyang and asked him to come over to help.

It stands to reason that this matter has nothing to do with him, there are thousands of people in Wangjia Village, and it is not his turn to help, but since Yang Shuyong has spoken, Ao Muyang is not easy to refuse, so he can only rush over.

At this time, the old man's courtyard was crowded with people, people coming and going, hurrying.

Seeing Ao Muyang coming with paper money, the people of Wangjia Village took the initiative to nod and say hello, and the grievances between the two villages have gradually weakened, and they no longer hate each other so much.

Yang Shuyong cleaned up the old man in the back room, the old man had already put on a shroud, and there were stains on the shroud, which should have been worn by the old man himself before committing suicide.

After Ao Muyang entered the door, he kowtowed in front of the mourning hall arranged in the main hall according to the etiquette, Yang Shuyong handed him a cigarette, he shook his head and didn't answer.

Yang Shuyong lit his own cigarette and said, "I'm bothering you this time, Ao Longtou, but I can't help it, I have to call you here, otherwise when those bastards from my fourth uncle's family come, I'm afraid that no one will stop me and I will kill them." ”

Ao Muyang said: "You can fight with confidence, if you go to jail - forget it, no jokes, you can be busy." ”

In the past few years since he came back, the personnel of Longtou Village have been good, and no old man has died for more than three years, so he has not been exposed to funeral customs again.

But he is familiar with all the processes, because he takes care of his parents' funeral, almost by himself, so he can also help.

It is traditional that the corpse of the old man is parked in the northeast corner of the hall, and if it is a natural death, it will stop in the direction where the mouth of the waterway is located, because the words of joy and mourning are good fortune, and the person to the mouth of the waterway will show that the blessing will flow like flowing water.

The light in the corner of the room was poor, Yang Shuyong lit a lantern, the underworld was dark, and he needed to light the way, he said in a low mood: "Fourth uncle, you go well." ”

Some people in the village put sacrifices in the mourning hall, and some tied silver wine jugs with white threads to the well to draw water, which is called rootless water, and it cannot touch the ground after being lifted, so it should be used to wash the eyes of the deceased quickly.

But this step is generally done by the eldest daughter-in-law, and the people in the village are embarrassed, so they asked Yang Shuyong: "Village chief, who will open the eyes of the fourth uncle?"

Yang Shuyong asked coldly, "Are Fumu and his daughter-in-law here?"

Perhaps because of the environment, his words made people feel cold and a little cold.

The man said, "Like, I didn't come." ”

Yang Shuyong gritted his teeth and glared: "Didn't come, let the sixth son go and drag someone for me, drag it over!"

"Okay. A man of the same size shouted.

At this time, a hurried voice sounded outside the door: "It's coming, it's coming." ”

A family of four walked in in a panic, and the man at the head was like an Indian Ah San, with several circles of gauze wrapped around his head.

A woman with red and swollen eyes asked timidly, "Village Chief, give me rootless water." ”

Yang Shuyong said: "Are you blind, is the water in my hands?"

Someone hurriedly handed it to the woman, and the woman rinsed the old man's eyes and covered it with a white cloth, which was a face cloth, on which incense burned several eyes on the facial features, which was to let the deceased vent his breath and see the road.

She was busy here, but the three men in her family were a little dazed.

Forcing his father to death is a scandal everywhere, the man in charge of the house sneered at the villagers, he tried in vain to get the understanding of the villagers, but the villagers looked disgusted, and no one paid attention to him.

Hanzi Fukugi was thinking about how to put the responsibility on his younger brother, when a big kick came up: "Ma Gebi, are you standing tall and standing up, do you want to go on the road with your father?!"

Fukugi was kicked and staggered, and his two strong sons were furious, and they jumped up together and yelled at Yang Shuyong, "What are you doing?" "You're going to force us to death, aren't you?"

While yelling, the two of them pulled out a dick, an axe and a short-handled fish-killing knife.

Yang Shuyong picked up the flat pole on the ground and waved his hand and smashed it: "Drafted, you two are really bold! What's the matter! What's the matter! You want to kill me, don't you? Isn't it? It's not okay to kill your grandfather, and you still want to kill me, don't you?"

He is a good fighter, and before Ao Muyang obtained the golden light, he could almost be said to be the number one master in Qiantan Town.

The two young men are strong, but one has no confidence and the other has no skills, and the flat pole in Yang Shuyong's hand is long, just like fighting bayonets, stabbing the two of them with a scream.

Suddenly, the mourning hall was in chaos, and when she saw that her son was beaten and the woman was gone, she was about to pounce on Yang Shuyong with her teeth and claws.

Ao Muyang slapped her on the shoulder, and pushed her to her knees with a 'praise', and he said: "Give your father a good watch, and I will save your son." ”

Yang Shuyong is not pretending, he is really ruthless, and he smashed the two young men out of breath in a few strokes.

Ao Muyang went up and grabbed him and pushed him to the yard, Yang Shuyong threw down the flat burden, and the frightened Fumu quickly picked up the flat burden and put it in the direction of his father's head, and put it on the threshold, and then cried and shouted with a sad face: "Dear father, three roads go from the spot, you go on the road......

His two sons cried loudly, it hurt!