Chapter 197: The Lu Family Suffers from the Tribulation of Zhulian (Part II)

(After Deputy Bureau Lu committed suicide, the Lu family suffered casually: first, Zhou Zhengyuan let people announce.)

Lu Jiantang "committed suicide in fear of crime"; he was not allowed to hold a memorial service; he was not allowed to pay direct condolences from the county; and he was later canceled

Wen Heng is qualified to hire civil servants. But after hearing the report, Zhong Jingliang angrily shouted "nonsense", and not only sent personnel to go

condolences, and bring condolences to the relatives of the Lu family. ）

"Son, what the hell is going on? Who is being bullied outside or in your bureau?" Lu's mother patiently asked and enlightened her son. "It doesn't matter! Now that we are a society with a legal system, we must reason and explain the law wherever we are. If you are bullied by others outside, you can find the party committee and government, and they will call the shots for us. If you are bullied by someone in your bureau, it will be easier to do it, but you can go directly to your father, he is the deputy director, and he is afraid that he will not make decisions for his son? If you are afraid of others gossiping, you can also go to your Uncle Ma of the Horse Bureau? What can you do when you go home and cry like this? You don't look like a manly husband. Son, get up quickly. If you're too embarrassed to look for it alone, I'll lead you to it. Originally, Wen Heng was covering his head, obviously trying his best to suppress his low crying, but after his mother's words, especially when his father was mentioned, he couldn't restrain himself and simply howled loudly------

Only then did he immediately frighten his mother, and his whole body immediately trembled, and with it, he cried out "not good" in his heart! There must have been something else that broke the sky. What could it be? Could it be about his father? The spell he had cast on him had been fulfilled a moment earlier------" she didn't dare to go any deeper. So, he immediately dragged his son up regardless of it.

"Son, don't you say it quickly, you really want to kill your mother in a hurry?" said Lu Mu while urging him to be emboldened. "Don't worry, son, even if something breaks the sky, as long as our ladies hug each other tightly, we can still carry it. Say it. ”

"My mother, I want to say it, can you really stand up?" Wen Heng looked at the old lady with tears in her eyes and asked uneasily, and then self-denied: "No, your old heart is not good, how can you withstand such a major stimulation?" I know that your usual tranquilizer tablets are in the bedside table in your room, let's go downstairs together. I'll tell you all about it when you open the door and take your medicine. ”

So, Lu's mother walked downstairs with her son quite obediently, and went into the house with the door to pour water and take medicine, and helped her mother, who was already paralyzed, to the bed, and took another pillow from behind her. Only then did he calm down his emotions, and then sat on the bed, and the two mothers and sons were close to each other.

"Son, it's time to talk about it now, right?" said Lu's mother, holding her son's hand tightly. "Don't worry, my mother is also a person who has experienced great disasters, and she can bear big things. Just tell me the truth, Mom, I'm prepared for the worst. ”

"Mom, then I'll tell you?" the son asked again, looking at his mother. "You're going to have to hold on. ”

"Say it. The mother clasped her son's hand again and said encouragingly. "The sky is falling, mom is on top, son, don't be afraid. ”

"Mom, it's still my father's business: his ------ left suddenly------" Wen Heng choked up again as soon as he spoke. "Where did his father go?" Despite her mental preparations, Lu Mu still didn't want to believe the facts and asked knowingly. "He doesn't want our girls, and he doesn't want the job of the Finance Bureau?"

"Mom, I know you're uncomfortable, but you're pretending to be indifferent, right?" Wen Heng said with a painful choked up. "My dad left us forever and went to another world------

"Son, now that the matter has come out, what our family needs most at the moment is to be calm and not mess up. Lu's mother, who forced herself to calm down, in turn, comforted her son. "The most important thing now is to deal with your father's funeral and investigate the cause of his death. ”

Next, including Wen Heng's sister Wen Ying, who was in high school at the time, the whole family of three had calmed down and began to deal with the aftermath of Deputy Bureau Lu.

"So, in the process of officially handling the aftermath of Deputy Bureau Lu, Zhou Zhengyuan and their loyal pawns didn't come forward to interfere and obstruct again, right?" When he returned to the living room of the Lu family at the scene of the investigation, Xiao Yuan, who was spreading out the record book and continuing to remember, raised his head and asked tentatively. "Because after all, they are thieves with a weak heart! And even though they are authentic bad people, they still retain some humanity, right?"

"Yes, if they continue to interfere and obstruct, aren't they afraid that they will accidentally reveal the true face of their culprit?" Oda, who was also making an investigation recording, also interjected at the right time. "Because according to normal rules, even if all the bad things are done, as long as he is still a person, he should always leave a way back for himself, right?"

"If you really stay behind and still maintain your humanity, then it won't be Zhou Zhengyuan and them. Because they've all become animals a long time ago!" Wen Heng said hatefully. "The fact is that with the full support and help of the Finance Bureau and the Horse Bureau, we are in full swing to deal with the aftermath of my unjustly killed father, and Zhou Zhengyuan sent his loyal pawns to repeatedly interfere and obstruct ------"

With Wen Heng's narration, there was a funeral scene held for the late Deputy Bureau Lu in the Lu family courtyard that year------

The mourning in the courtyard was low, like weeping and complaining. In the courtyard, close to the walls on both sides, there are wreath ribbons sent by relatives and friends of the Lu family. In the main entrance room facing the living room, there is a crystal coffin, and in the crystal coffin, the body of Deputy Bureau Lu who has changed into a shroud is parked. An offering table is placed in front of the crystal coffin, on which offerings such as fruit buns and meat are placed, two white wax sticks are lit, and incense sticks are also burned in the incense burner. Firecrackers rang intermittently at the gate; relatives and friends, as well as county-level units sent personnel to send wreaths to pray and offer condolences; every time a group of mourners met them, when they prayed for the deceased, Wen Heng, a filial son dressed in a white cloth and hat, knelt down beside the coffin to return the salute.

At this moment, a funeral co-organizer of the Finance Bureau suddenly ran in with a nervous expression, leaned into Wen Heng's ear and said: "Wen Heng, it's a big deal! Just now, a buddy who works in the government office said that Zhou Zhengyuan, the head of the county, heard the report that the Finance Bureau is helping your family to hold a funeral for Uncle Lu, and many county-level units have sent representatives to offer condolences and prayers. Let's be prepared, and see how to deal with it then------"

As soon as the colleague's message fell, they suddenly heard another burst of firecrackers outside the gate, and before Wen Heng and his colleagues could react, they thought that the representative of the unit had come to offer condolences again, but they saw a group of people suddenly breaking in. When the angry Wen Heng was about to step forward to reason with the gang, one of the people who looked like a leader jumped on a table and announced loudly: "Hey, let me introduce myself first: we are from the county government's law enforcement team. I heard reports that small groups and feudal superstitious activities were being carried out here, and they were sent by the main leaders of the government to stop them.

"Here I would like to ask first: Do you know who you represent a unit and who comes here to mourn and pray, who is he, who he is, how he died, what did he do during his lifetime? If someone does not know, it means that you are indifferent to political views, but it is not a big mistake, and it is not a crime to know. As long as you recover the condolence money you have given and then remove the wreaths or tear them down on the spot, we will no longer continue to pursue the responsibility of the deputies and the units to which they belong; however, if anyone or any unit dares to knowingly commit a crime and persist in not changing it, we have the right to take pictures of them and send them to the relevant county leaders for corresponding handling. Okay, let's get started. Xiao Wang, you are responsible for taking people to check the wreaths and ribbons on both sides of the courtyard wall, to see which unit and who sent them to register them one by one, and to supervise the responsible person to deal with them as required. Xiao Li, you are responsible for checking the gift list and urging the person in charge to return the gift money. A word of advice: if anyone dares to defy the wind, the law enforcement team has the right to help you. Okay, let's get started!" As a result, there was a panic at the entire funeral scene, and most people looked left and right and watched each other. There are also a small number of timid people, unable to withstand threats and intimidation, and have begun to act according to the requirements of the so-called "head of the county government's law enforcement team": some have moved away or dismantled the wreaths and ribbons sent by their units on the spot, and there are also those who have shamefully agreed to come to the gift table and ask for the return of the gift money------

At the same time, in the then county government organs. Zhong Jingliang, secretary of the county party committee, is in office. Zhong Jingliang is reviewing a county party committee document that is about to be issued before the office case. Not far from the courtyard of the institution, there was intermittent low mournful music. Yu Liang, the director of the office, walked quietly. As the door was open, he tapped lightly on the frame.

"Ah, Yu Liang?" Zhong Jingliang looked up from the document he was reading, and when he saw that it was his office director, he asked casually. "Why, is there something? Where did the mourning music come from? It seems that it is not far from our courtyard. Whether it came from the family home of the Finance Bureau. Where did they die?"

"Yes------ it was indeed transmitted from the family home of the Finance Bureau. Yu Liang thought about it and finally made up his mind to tell the truth. "It is said that Lu Jiantang, deputy director of the Finance Bureau, was caught up in the 'case of loss of production and disaster relief funds' and 'committed suicide in fear of crime'; but I heard people close to Lu Jiantang from the government and the Finance Bureau that 'the truth of the incident is not like that at all'; they all said that there must be a big article in it----- and I also heard that County Magistrate Zhou not only sent someone to inform the Finance Bureau not to hold a memorial service and not to allow the county to go directly to offer condolences, but also announced that he would cancel the qualification of Lao Lu's son to be admitted as a civil servant. ”

"This is simply nonsense! I am still familiar with Lu Jiantang. It should be said that this is not the case. Zhong Jingliang put his hand against his chin and said contemplatively. "A cadre who has contributed to the financial management of the county, but unfortunately died unnaturally, you accompanied the head of the management section, bring a wreath and firecrackers to mourn. Yes, I heard that this old Lu family is not wealthy, as the deputy director of the Finance Bureau, he still lives in a 'pigeon cage' style house built in the 80s. You take $3,000 in cash from the treasury and bring it with you. ”