Ba City is a county-level city, the agricultural population accounts for the vast majority, Mr. Tang's hometown, 30 miles away from the city in Tangzhuang, is a village of about 500 people, Mr. Tang died of illness and was transported back to the rural hometown for burial.

Falling leaves return to their roots and settle in the soil is some deep-rooted traditional concepts in the local area.

Mr. Tang has 5 brothers, he is the youngest, the others are all farming in the countryside, the population of the same family is not less than 100 people, Mr. Tang's coffin is placed in front of the old ancestral home, and many clansmen come to Hulala.

Uncle asked Xiao Tang: "Little nephew, how much money did you bring home for the funeral?" ”

"The money was given to his son by my stepmother, and I didn't have much money, only a few thousand funeral expenses for my father's unit." Xiao Tang told the truth, and at the same time cast his complaining eyes on Wei's mother.

Several uncles whispered and discussed.

The second uncle's face sank: "Your father would rather trust an outsider than his own brother...... We live in the countryside and have limited finances, so I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you much. ”

Sanbo teased: "Our big family will cost at least nearly 100,000 yuan, this money is far from enough, and you won't treat your father like an old man with five guarantees, just bury it." ”

Xiao Tang could only ask Wei's mother for help: "What do you say?" ”

After all, the two of them are the close relatives of the deceased, so they won't stand idly by, right?

Mother Wei in front of her, although she felt a little ashamed of the Tang family's father and son, but when it came to money, she still didn't let go, she could only repeat the previous tone, pretending to be poor, and in a hurry, she had to play the last asset, the idea of a hotel house.

Wei's mother said helplessly: "There must be a basis for speaking, the hotel business at home is not good, you haven't made any money, your father is sick all the year round, and your husband and wife have earned money, and the house is an empty shelf, so you can only buy the old ancestral house like before you entered the city." Now the only way is to sell the hotel, and whoever can buy it from your hometown brothers will sell it to whomever he wants? ”

After half a lifetime of hard work, I went back to before entering the city. But even if you want to cash it out, this benefit will not be the turn of a few uncles.

The fourth uncle was working in the city, and he was a little moved, and couldn't help asking, "How much are you going to sell?" ”

Wei Ma stretched out her hands and shook her left and right five fingers: "The building has a total of 5 floors. Market capitalization of at least $500,000. ”

Several uncles shook their heads.

"No, the house is sold, where will our family live?" Don Jr.'s wife objected.

"You can stay on the 2nd floor to live by yourself, I live on the 4th floor, and you live on the 5th floor." Mother Wei didn't take this stepdaughter-in-law in her eyes at all, and glared at her, "Then you can figure out a way?" I don't care! ”

Xiao Tang looked at his father's coffin placed on the empty lawn, and agreed painfully: "Okay, no problem, but at least 300,000 yuan must be returned." After burying my father, the rest of the money will be divided equally between you and my family. ”

"Yes." Wei's mother has no objection, "I want to sell it for 300,000 yuan, but now it's difficult to get rid of it when I find someone to buy it, I think Song He's family is in good condition, you can sell the building to him, you can call now." ”

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Tang called Song He and explained his intentions.

Song He looked very cheerful: "For the sake of my brother's face." I'll help you once. ”

"Then, the great grace is not grateful...... I'll wait for you. Don Jr. was relieved.

If you are sold, you have to say thank you, this is the sadness of a type of person who has reached a dead end.

Let's say that Song He's side finished the phone call. Wei Shengxiong next to him reported the good news: "Brother Wei, it's done, the hotel in the future will be ours!" This stupid boy, selling a house to bury his father, is a little righteous, are we playing a little inauthentic? ”

"Brother. What is authentic? This is a willingness to fight, a willingness to suffer, we didn't force him, it was he who begged us, we are doing good deeds. Wei Shengxiong lay on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and hummed a small song, "Shoot when it's time to shoot, and break into Kyushu in a hurry......"

Isn't this an open robbery? Such a big hotel, only need to pay 200,000 yuan, it belongs to yourself, the most amazing thing is that you don't have to pay a dime yourself, the purchase price comes from Wei's mother's gift, how to come and go, it is also worth the "money".

How do you calculate it? This abacus is shrewd; 300,000 yuan spent 100,000 yuan on funeral expenses, and the rest was given to Wei's mother in half, and Xiao Tang could only get 100,000 yuan in the end.

Can Don Jr. have other options?

The agency is too clever to be careful of retribution, but who is Wei Shengxiong? He is a complete opportunist, a gambler, a scoundrel, and as long as it is profitable, he is not afraid of anything that will not be retribution.

Song He sent 100,000 yuan to Xiao Tang's hometown, and under the witness of everyone, Xiao Tang put his finger print on the house sale agreement and signed his name.

"Auntie, you have to sign it too." Song He called Wei's mother.

Wei's mother: "I can't read, I can print it." ”

Unexpectedly, Mr. Tang taught and educated people all his life, and finally fell into the hands of a woman who didn't know a single word, and she was empty of people and money, so she was not miserable.

After the money was in place, the family members in the hometown waited for the funeral in an orderly manner.

Uncle is the greatest, and all expenses are arranged by him.

Second uncle: "I have a lot of poultry and so on, so you don't have to go out to buy it, just buy mine." ”

The uncle agreed, and he bought someone else's as well, and it was convenient to be nearby, and the second uncle happily paid the money and left.

The third uncle is a member of the rural band team, because his brother died, according to custom, he can't participate, but he has an idea: "Nephew, your father has worked hard all his life, and he has to make it lively, I heard that there is a group of funeral performances in the neighboring town, do you want to invite him?" ”

"It's okay, Sanbo has a hard trip." Don Jr. agreed.

The fourth uncle pondered, they all got a messenger, and walked away, I also had to find something, but unfortunately his whole family was working in the city of Bashi, and the rural home was empty, and he wanted to find something to sell, but there was nothing to sell!

The uncle called: "Fourth, go and bring your tables, chairs, benches, and ladders...... Bring. ”

"Big brother, this is a ...... for red envelopes," the fourth uncle snorted.

According to local customs, during the funeral, borrowing other people's things is to wrap a red envelope, as for what does it mean? There are many theories, and the brothers have to pay, which is too unusual.

It happened that Xiao Tang was next to him and asked, "Aren't people who have no money can't afford to spend?" Why does everything cost money? ”

"Boy, didn't it cost you money?" The fourth uncle educated Xiao Tang, "Do you still want to do a funeral for your father, just find a few people to carry him out, and it will cost money?" You go and try it and see if anyone comes? ”

"That's all the money? Big brother, you can do it. Wei's mother stood on Xiao Tang's side, lest the expenses be too much to bear, and in the end, she would not have to burden herself.

"Don't worry, I know you don't have any money, or you have to make it more lively......" Uncle tore open a package of Yellow Crane Tower, took one in his mouth, and slowly spit out a circle of smoke, "Just open it according to this money, I won't waste a penny of you!" (To be continued.) )

PS: Selling a house to bury his father, the end of the road, worthy of sympathy, mourning his misfortune and angering him.