Speaking of which, he is also a fan of Zhao Bing, a frequent visitor to the post bar, and knows a lot about Zhao Bing's situation, how can he not know the two of them, at this time, when he saw the true faces of the two, he was so frightened that he quickly stopped the car. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's wrong, uncle?" Luo Bing asked.

"It's okay, don't talk yet." The driver was a little trembling when he spoke.

He took out his mobile phone, hurriedly surfed the Internet, and finally turned his head, looked at the photos on the phone, looked at the two of them carefully, and finally his face turned red and his voice trembled.

"You, you are Zhao Bing? Are you Luo Bing? ”

Zhao Bing was embarrassed, and said a little embarrassed: "Uncle, do you recognize it?" ”

The uncle had a bitter face: "I recognized it, but I said you like that just now, don't blame me, as soon as I am happy, I can't control my mouth, it's really a sin." ”

He couldn't wait to smack himself in the mouth.

Thinking that he had just told Zhao Bing as a big carrot, he regretted it so much that he wanted to cry, how could he have thought that when he was a taxi driver, one day he actually pulled Zhao Bing and Luo Bing as guests.

Isn't that scientific......

How can such a successful person travel without a car?

Are the leaders in the city blind, and the benefactor is here, so he doesn't need a special car to send it? Don't have an entourage with you yet?

At this time, his mood was panicked.

Zhao Bing comforted: "Uncle, what you said is the truth, I really didn't expect that you know so much about me, okay, recognize it, let's drive, we have to rush up the mountain." ”

"You don't blame me?" The uncle was stunned.

"What do I blame you for?" Zhao Bing smiled: "What you said is the truth, besides, am I so careful, those who don't know are not guilty." ”

The uncle breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Luo Bing carefully, and said with some excitement: "Miss Luo Bing, oh, female bodhisattva, you won't blame me, right?" ”

Luo Bing smiled bitterly: "You just call me Luo Bing, don't call me a Bodhisattva, I listen so awkwardly." ”

"Okay, but you are better than Sabodhisattva in our hearts." Uncle sighed.

Then he continued to drive, talking much more carefully along the way, and of course exuding excitement and excitement.

Thinking that he could brag about today's experience with others in the future, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

This kind of opportunity is really worth bragging about!

The closer I got to Yin Ling Mountain, some banners began to appear on the trees on both sides.

Welcome to Yinling Mountain Scenic Area......

Yinling Mountain Medicinal Material Planting Base......

Create a pristine natural scenic spot......

Wait a minute......

Finally, the car drove to Yinling Mountain, stopped next to the school's playground, the driver uncle quickly got out of the car to open the door for the two, ran very fast, and carefully helped the two to get out of the car, like their full-time driver, and finally took the luggage out of the trunk.

Zhao Bing wanted to pay, the driver's face changed, and he resolutely refused to accept it: "You are the living bodhisattvas of millions of people in our Bazhong, I didn't say nonsense on the road just now, as long as you are the people who live in Bazhong, it is impossible not to receive your favor, I can give you a ride, this is fate, but also my honor, I want to accept your money, then am I still human?" If someone knows about it, you can't poke my backbone, saying that I am ungrateful, I only recognize money, no, no, I really can't accept this money. ”

"But if you don't accept it, can't others say about me?" Zhao Bing smiled: "You have to pay for the car, this is a natural thing." ”

"Otherwise, I'm your iron fan, it's really my honor to be able to send you, I've bought lottery tickets for decades in my life, and I haven't won once, this time I won the jackpot, can you take a photo with me, even if it's a fare, okay?"

When he said this, the uncle's face turned red.

I'm sorry.

How old is this, but he really has a feeling of chasing stars now.

People in their fifties want to take a photo with Zhao Bing, he is really embarrassed to refuse, and he thinks this uncle is still good.

Not to mention anything else, how old are they, they are still their own fans, and based on this alone, they should take a group photo.

After taking the photo, Zhao Bing smiled: "No need to sign? ”

When the driver's uncle heard this, he was overjoyed, and quickly took a notebook and pen in the car, and asked Zhao Bing to sign it. Do you want me to send you? ”

"No need, thank you for sending us up the mountain, you hurry up and go to business." Zhao Bing declined.

The driver's uncle left with a smile, satisfied.

As soon as he left, Luo Bing suddenly frowned and said, "It's not good." ”

"What's wrong?" Zhao Bing was stunned.

"Will he go out and talk nonsense, and if those government officials know that you are here, will they come up to you?" Luo Bing asked cautiously.

Zhao Bing was embarrassed, frowned, and said: "It seems that there is really such a possibility, these officials, just think about me to invest money, hey, forget it, let's go to the village chief's house first!" ”

The school has been completed, and the two of them looked back a few times, and they were very satisfied, and the sound of reading made them feel more cordial.

The two of them carried their things and walked towards the old village chief's house.

Yinling Mountain, a small mountain village, has never been valued by the government before, because there are very few people left behind, the old village chief took the post of branch secretary, which is also a great spectacle, and it is difficult to see the village chief and branch secretary serving in the same person.

Zhao Bing smashed a lot of money here, and on the surrounding fields, all kinds of precious medicinal materials were planted, and the growth was gratifying.

The whole village is full of farmhouse signs, and the houses have all been renovated, but they still maintain the previous wooden structure, warm in winter and cool in summer, and the style is also the same, which is very distinctive.

The roads extend in all directions, tourist signs can be seen everywhere, very retro street lamps, you can see everywhere, and the ground is hardened to ensure that everyone can drive their car directly to the door.

Zhao Bing was influenced by his previous experience, and in fact, he could drive the car to the gate of the old village chief's house.

The journey was not long, and the two of them were only halfway through, but suddenly from not far away, there was the sound of gongs and drums.

The music came from the old village chief's house, revealing a sense of pathos.

The two stopped, looking at each other.

"Really?"

Zhao Bing only said two words, and then frowned.

"Won't it?" Luo Bing also frowned: "The old village chief's health is not bad, how can it be?" Let's take a look first. ”

The two quickened their pace.

Soon, they arrived at the door of the old village chief's house, and suddenly, both of them were dumbfounded.

In the courtyard, a lattice house was erected, the remains of the old village chief were hung on the door of the hall, a pitch-black coffin was placed in the middle of the hall, incense wax paper candles were readily available, outside the mourning hall, more than a dozen wreaths and couplets were placed, a few tables were placed at the door, and several old men of sixty or seventy years old were gathered together and were beating gongs and drums.

In the courtyard, some villagers were walking, and Li Junmei and his wife were wearing linen and filial piety, and they were talking to an elder.

Obviously, the two came too coincidentally, and they were actually just in time for the old village chief to pass away.

Everything was so sudden, Zhao Bing felt a little sad in his heart, Luo Bing's eyes were even red, and tears couldn't help but gush out.

The old village chief treated her as if she were his own, and when she was in the mountains, he took good care of her, and in the hospital, he sent someone to take care of her, and later came to Tianhai, and brought people to Tianhai to visit her.

And she has always regarded the old village chief as an elder of her own, but how long has it been, why did she die?

Mrs. Li Junmei over there was reminded and finally found the two of them, their eyes widened, and they greeted them together.

"Mr. Zhao, Luo Bing, why are you here?" Li Junmei's voice was a little hoarse, her eyes were red, and it was estimated that she had shed tears in the past few days, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"We just want to come and see you, and come out to relax, why is the old village chief—" Luo Bing's voice whimpered, and he was speechless.

Now standing in the courtyard, most of them are villagers, and the staff who came to help saw Zhao Bing and his wife, everyone's expressions were a little excited, and they were also moved for the old village chief's family.

They thought that the two were here to mourn......

Welcomed the two to the room and sat down, the firewood was burning, and the few children who were originally playing here were called out by Li Junmei, and there were no outsiders here, so Li Junmei told the old village chief about it.

It turned out that just a few days ago, the old village chief had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and although he was sent to the hospital in time, he finally left after a week of rescue.

I walked in a hurry, and I didn't leave any last words.

Zhao Bing sighed: "If only we could come a few days earlier." ”

"Yes, I have always regarded the old village chief as my elder, and when he is gone, you should notify us as soon as possible." Luo Bing also said.

Liu Yun's eyes are also a little red and swollen, the people in the mountains are simple, his father has been the object of his worship since he was a child, but now he has left early, although it is not an untimely death, but he is still very sad and sad. (I forgot what the village chief's son is called, Khan one, is it called Liu Yun?) ）

He was embarrassed and said, "How can we disturb you." ”

In fact, he had his difficulties, and Ya Gen'er didn't think to inform Luo Bing and Zhao Bing.

This phone call can't be made, it's not a parent, who are they, who is Zhao Bing, originally a person from two worlds, it may not be easy to intersect in a lifetime, Zhao Bing is the benefactor of the whole village, how can he really take himself seriously.

"I know what you're thinking, but if you call, we'll be here for the old chief's funeral, I'll be honest." Zhao Bing sighed.

According to the local customs in Bazhong, there are many rules for the death of the elderly.

First of all, you have to find an old gentleman to calculate the auspicious day of the zodiac, to see which day is suitable for burial, and then you have to ask for one or several sets of gongs and drums, not to be lively, but to bid farewell to the deceased, wreaths and couplets are indispensable, and many people are needed to help.

Zhao Bing came by coincidence.

The day after tomorrow is suitable for burial, and the day when the old village chief "goes up the mountain" is also set for the day after tomorrow, then tomorrow night is "night".

The so-called night, in fact, is the deceased's relatives, neighbors and friends, all have to make an appointment to come together and the deceased to do the final goodbye, the ceremony is more complicated, the host will hold some banquets to entertain the guests who come to mourn, and the "sir" will do some things similar to Taoist priests, such as reciting some scriptures, as a filial son, there are also until dawn, almost no rest halfway.

So tomorrow night is the most lively time, the scriptures will not stop all night, and there will be a lot of guests.