Chapter 207: Funeral 8
"This. "www.biquge.info After listening to Liu Guoqiang's words, Zhang Wei also felt a little tricky, his family background is indeed not very rich, although his parents have a good relationship with Grandpa Wang, but it is unlikely that his parents will pay for Grandpa Wang's burial, not to mention that there is such a corpse fraud, and his parents will definitely not let themselves touch their heads."
Uncle Wang gambled indiscriminately, was lazy and lazy, and the money raised by the villagers was used up by Uncle Wang, and he couldn't take out the money to bury him. Uncle Wang couldn't count on it.
I don't have any money, and I don't have a part-time job at school, so even if I do, the money for these few months is not enough to hire someone to carry the coffin.
"No matter, nail the coffin first, and the rest will be talked about later." Zhang Wei shook his head, and didn't come up with any way, so he could only nail the coffin with Liu Guoqiang first, and then he was planning for the rest of the matter.
"Okay. Zhang Wei, if it really doesn't work by then, I still have a little bit of agricultural harvest in the field in the past few months, and I'll give it all to you. Liu Guoqiang saw Zhang Wei's difficulties and said without hesitation. In fact, there is not much harvest in the past few months, and even if the land in Liu Guoqiang's house is planted, natural disasters and pests will be eliminated, and there will be a bumper harvest. If you take it to the county seat and sell it, you can't make a lot of money.
"That's the money you worked so hard to farm, I can't ask for it, I'll figure it out myself." Zhang Wei also knew that Liu Guoqiang's money was too hard, so he hurriedly waved his hand and refused.
"You still don't treat me as a brother!" Liu Guoqiang's face also changed, and he said a little angrily.
"Your money is not easy."
"Your family's money is not easy either! We're brothers, and it's okay with this little money. Zhang Wei, you are a college student, if you really care, you will be a white-collar worker in the future, just give it back to me. ”
"Remember to calculate the interest!" Zhang Wei laughed at this moment, "Hurry up, don't let Grandpa Wang wait." ”
"Okay." Liu Guoqiang nodded, took out the nail, picked up the coffin board with Zhang Wei and beat it, neither of them was a professional carpenter, and outsiders thought that the thin coffin that could be nailed soon took a long time. So time came off for a long time.
"It's finally good." Wiping away the sweat, Zhang Wei exhaled and looked at the coffin nailed by the two together, although it was even more ugly than before, but at least it was formed, and Grandpa Wang could be carried in.
"We will carry Grandpa Wang in, put on some incense and go back, and come back tomorrow to think about Grandpa Wang's burial." Zhang Wei said to Liu Guoqiang.
"Okay, let's do it. Do you lift Grandpa Wang's head or feet? Looking at Grandpa Wang's face, I'm still a little afraid, you lift Grandpa Wang's head, I'll lift my feet. Liu Guoqiang looked at Grandpa Wang's body, the old and kind face became a little weird because of Grandpa Wang's death, Liu Guoqiang felt scared, and it was normal.
"Okay. I've seen a lot of strange things anyway, and I'm not afraid. Now I just want Grandpa Wang to go well. Zhang Wei walked to Grandpa Wang's body, folded his hands, bowed respectfully, and then squatted down and lifted Grandpa Wang's upper body.
Liu Guoqiang did not hesitate, ran over, also folded his hands, bowed respectfully, bent down, grabbed Grandpa Wang's feet and lifted it up.
Although Grandpa Wang is not tall and weighs not high, he can be hugged by himself, but it will be a little difficult. Although it will be much easier for two people to lift, Zhang Wei and the others feel that there is no weight in their hands, even if the other party shares half of the weight, it is impossible to lift air.
Looking down at Grandpa Wang's face, although there was no change, Zhang Wei could feel the joy on his face, this was the deceased to lighten his burden.
Zhang Wei also smiled heartily, and worked with Liu Guoqiang to carry Grandpa Wang into the coffin and carefully close the coffin lid. Everything is done, Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, there will be no more accidents today.
"What time is it?" Zhang Wei asked.
"I guess it's 3 o'clock now, I've been busy for so long." Liu Guoqiang pulled his ears and estimated the time.
"It's time to go back, too." Zhang Wei nodded and walked in front of Aunt Lin, "Aunt Lin, today the news of Grandpa Wang's fraudulent corpse is spreading, it is estimated that no one will come again, you haven't eaten lunch, Uncle Wang should also go home now, you go home and cook dinner first, lest Uncle Wang get angry again, Grandpa Wang, he knows that you go home to cook, and he won't blame no one for watching the mourning hall." ”
"Uh-huh." Aunt Lin had long been frightened by Grandpa Wang's corpse and wanted to run home quickly, and she didn't want to stay here. Since Zhang Wei gave himself a step to escape home, he hurriedly agreed to come down.
Helping Aunt Lin to stand up and was about to leave, Zhang Wei suddenly felt that the smell in the mourning hall had changed, and there was a pungent smell, "Hey, what kind of smell is this?" Why does it smell like this all of a sudden! ”
"It smells like gasoline!" Liu Guoqiang also sniffed hard, and the smell was indeed getting stronger and stronger.
"What's the matter, there's still gasoline in the mourning hall, and the gasoline is leaking?" Zhang Wei turned his head and asked Aunt Lin, I can't figure out how there is a smell of gasoline in the mourning hall, who will put gasoline in the mourning hall.
"No, there is no custom to put gasoline in the mourning hall, so there is no gasoline in the mourning hall." Aunt Lin also felt puzzled, and said it in a hurry, and she felt strange when she could see it, where did this gasoline smell come from?
"And where did the smell of gasoline come from?"
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