Chapter 8 Funeral Events

Chen Baoliang looked at his father in surprise: "Big deal? Which pays? ”

Chen Chuanping looked at his forty-year-old son very calmly and smiled: "Let's pad first, this is an opportunity!" ”

Chen Baoliang was puzzled: "Opportunity? ”

"It's an opportunity for you and an opportunity for Wei Gang, call Wei Gang and ask him to ask the township chief for leave and come back to bury Bozu." Chen Chuanping's dizzy old eyes actually flashed a little light.

Although Chen Baoliang didn't understand, he believed in the old father's scheming very much, didn't continue to ask, took out his mobile phone, and dialed his son's number: "Just now, your brother Weizheng came back from Nancheng today, and sent the ashes of the fifteenth master back to the ground." You'll ...... early tomorrow morning."

"Give me the phone," Mr. Chen said.

"Wait, your grandfather told you"

"Gangzai, do you have a good relationship with Weizheng?" The old man's starting point is completely different.

"It's okay, Wei Zheng is two years younger than me, I took good care of him in the county No. 1 middle school, and then I went to Pingnan to study at university, and all the college entrance examination study materials were sent to him, and two years later he was admitted to Nancheng, and he thanked me. We are also in constant contact at the university. Chen Weigang graduated from the University of Nationalities two years ago and returned to his hometown, and his father spent a lot of effort to get a career establishment in the township and became a township political axe worker. I did the work of a civil servant, I took the money of the career editor, I took the civil service exam twice, and the results were very good, but the results were not ideal, and the main problem was that the widow slept and there was no one on it.

"You go to the county immediately, find Bai Shizhang, and then find your political brother, you will accompany your political brother in the county seat tonight, arrange for him to eat and live, don't come back, you will come back with him tomorrow." When you go to your leader to ask for leave, by the way, tell your secretary that tomorrow is the day when your fifteenth master will enter the ground. "The old man has a confident arrangement.

After calling his grandson, Chen Chuanping was silent for a while and said to his son, "You go to the bank to withdraw 10,000 yuan." ”

"The family has so much money, and I keep it for Wei Gang to give a bride price." Chen Baoliang was a little hesitant. Chen Weigang was twenty-five years old and talked about a girl in the township health center, and the two families were quite satisfied and were ready to get married in the autumn.

"If you can get it back, rest assured." The old man smiled like a fox. "Go and gather your team, build a small shed in the cemetery, enter the soil while worshipping, and set up thirty tables outside the ancestral hall and ancestral hall." After speaking, he took out an oily wallet from his body, took out a small piece of paper from the wallet compartment, and looked at the column of numbers on the paper with his faint old eyes, "Help me get through this number." ”

Chen Baoliang glanced at the column of numbers, knew that it was a mobile phone number, typed it and pressed it to connect, and then handed it to the old father who was full of hope on the side.

After a few long sounds, someone spoke: "Hello, I'm Zhang Jianwei of the county party committee office, who are you?" ”

"Zhang Jianwei? Which one is Zhang Jianwei? "The old man is obviously dead!

Chen Baoliang knew who Zhang Jianwei was. is the secretary of Zhao Changfu, deputy secretary of the county party committee, but he doesn't understand why his father called Secretary Zhang, this Secretary Zhang is not a few years older than his son.

"Isn't this number Changfu?" The old man sighed and put down his phone, looking disappointed.

"Hey, hey," the old man's words, Zhang Jianwei heard clearly. That's right, this number is Zhao Changfu's, it's just the secretary's help. The other party called his boss Changfu, which can be seen that the origin is not small, Zhang Jianwei was also anxious, and hurriedly shouted over there.

Chen Baoliang heard the call in the mobile phone on the side, this time he reacted quickly, snatched the mobile phone in the old man's hand, bent down slightly and said to the phone, "Hello, Secretary Zhang, hello, I am Chen Baoliang from Chen Village, Longshan Township, and the old man who just called is my old man, why is this number yours?" ”

"Oh, it's you" Zhang Jianwei was obviously relieved, "Your father has something to do with Secretary Zhao?" ”

"I'll ask," Chen Baoliang wasn't sure. "Dad, do you want to find Secretary Zhao Changfu of the county party committee?"

"Yes," Chen Chuanping had a little hope again.

Chen Baoliang hurriedly said to his mobile phone: "Yes, yes, Secretary Zhang, it's my old man who wants to find Secretary Zhao." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Jianwei immediately regained his confidence, "The secretary is very busy and has no time." "The dog fights the human power, and it is the first image of every secretary.

When Zhang Jianwei said this, the mobile phone had been handed back to Chen Chuanping, and when the old man Chen Chuanping heard Zhang Dami's arrogant tone, he felt uncomfortable, so he said: "I'm so busy that I'm not available to answer a call." ”

Zhang Jianwei heard the old man's dissatisfaction, and immediately changed to a serious tone and said to Chen Chuanping: "Secretary Zhao is serving the people of the county, the county's population of 500,000, if everyone calls Secretary Zhao, then Secretary Zhao will not even have time to eat and sleep." Old man, if there is anything to reflect, it should be reported through proper channels, and don't call the secretary at every turn, which is very bad. With that, he hung up the phone.

The sound of hanging up was like a heavy hammer hitting Old Man Chen's heart, shaking his head. Handing the phone to his son, he sat on the bamboo chair with all his body weak.

"Is that still going to work?" Chen Baoliang asked, until now he still doesn't know why the old man called Deputy Secretary Zhao.

The old man rolled his eyes: "Do it!" ”

After speaking, he got up and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Summoning people and arranging work, as the secretary of the village party committee and the village head, Chen Baoliang is still very handy in doing these things.

How to do it is Chen Baoliang's job, and which level to do is the decision of Chen Chuanping and his group of old people.

The old man Chen Chuanping gathered a group of old brothers and several elderly nephews to the ancestral hall, the Chen family and Chen Chuanping's generation, and finally those who could start a family, there are nineteen men, and now there are six still alive, and the youngest nineteenth master has also done seventy years of wine. The oldest of the younger generation is two years older than Chen Chuanping, Chen Chuanping calls them nephews, and there are three members of the Baozi generation who have passed their seventies, and they also automatically entered the Chen Village Management Committee. These nine people are the Standing Committee of the Ninth National Congress of Chen Cun this year.

The Standing Committee of the Ninth National Congress of the Communist Party of China unanimously agreed that the level should be set at a higher level, although there is no night and no fasting, but the whole village participates, and everyone is filial piety.

After Chen Weigang received a call from his father and grandfather, he immediately found the township chief to ask for leave, and the township approved the leave of the dead is the most refreshing, after all, the dead are the greatest, and marrying a wife to do a happy event can be done several times in a lifetime, only the dead man's wine is once in a person's life, whether you are rich or powerful, whether you are a great man or a poor person. Then, at the request of his grandfather, Chen Weigang came to the secretary's office. Tell the secretary that the fifteenth master Chen Chuanxi will be buried tomorrow. When the secretary heard the news, he was stunned, the secretary didn't know Chen Chuanxi, and it was very strange why Chen Weigang told him the news, and after a while, he seemed to want to end something, so he asked if it was Chen Baoguo's father, and after getting Chen Weigang's affirmative answer, he let Chen Weigang leave. Seeing that Chen Wei had just walked out of the office, the secretary hurriedly picked up the phone in his hand and dialed a few numbers to go out.

Chen Weigang came to the county seat and found the owner of the wreath shop, only to know that his cousin Chen Weizheng lived in the Hydropower Hotel, and then came to the Hydropower Hotel to check the check-in list before finding Chen Weizheng living in room 308.

When brothers meet, they have a family affection. Especially Chen Weizheng, when he was very eager for family affection, he was full of anger after encountering Chen Weilai's scoop of cold water, and the more he thought about it when he was lying in the hydropower hotel alone, he couldn't sleep over and over, and he felt more and more abandoned and lonely. At this moment, cousin Chen Weigang came, and he almost didn't draw out Chen Weizheng's excited tears.

That night, the two brothers found a food stall in the county, drank a meal, after the meal, the brothers also went to the county No. 1 middle school, it was the school holiday, there was no one, the school was very quiet, very suitable for walking and chatting.

Chen Weizheng briefly told his cousin about the situation for more than a year, of course, the matter of space cannot be said. Chen Weigang heard that he had been stupid for a full year, and his mouth was so wide open that his jaw almost couldn't close.

Accompanied by his cousin, Chen Weizheng's mood improved greatly, and he stayed in the Shuishui Hotel together, perhaps because of the hard journey and his heavy sleep all night.

Early the next morning, the two brothers finished eating roll noodles and came to Bai Shizhang's store.

Boss Zhang is a letter man, at seven o'clock, the personnel are ready, the items are ready, and the red bricks and cement are loaded into the car. At the entrance of the store, there is a two-row Longma diesel agricultural vehicle, which is referred to as Longma by locals. Seeing his brothers coming, he pushed out a 125-displacement motorcycle from the shop and handed it to Chen Weigang: "Weigang, you are here just right, ride a motorcycle with your brother, and the dragon carriage is a little unclean." His dragon carriage is usually mainly used to pull the coffin, and most people are reluctant to sit. Seeing that Chen Weigang was here, knowing that Chen Village had already made arrangements, it was estimated that there would be no trouble, and his mood became very good.

Chen Weigang was also very grateful when he saw Boss Zhang arranging this, and hurriedly took over the motorcycle.

The motorcycle was in front, and the dragon carriage was behind, all the way to Longshan Chen Village.

It was still yesterday's bridge, and as soon as the motorcycle was on the bridge, a large group of young men were waiting on the bridge, led by Chen Weilai. Unlike yesterday, this group of people, all wearing a white cloth around their waists, saw Chen Weizheng, Chen Wei said: "Brother Zheng is still troublesome to ask the fifteenth master." ”

As soon as Chen Weizheng took out the urn from his shoulders, a group of men of all sizes knelt down.

Boss Zhang's car also arrived, and one came out of the crowd in Chen Village, took the motorcycle in Chen Weigang's hand, and drove directly to the cemetery with Boss Zhang's car. The others, surrounded by Chen Weizheng, who was holding an urn in his arms, walked towards the square under the big camphor tree. Chen Weigang held a black umbrella handed over by someone who didn't know who handed it over, blocking the air above the urn.

At the end of the village road is the big camphor tree, the big camphor tree is obviously decorated, a one-meter diameter of the word "Dian" has become the center of the venue, and on the branches of the camphor tree around the word "Dian", there are many white silk cloths, which makes the scene a little solemn. At the intersection, there are four white flags with four big characters written on them: "The Soul Returns".

A small table was placed under the word "Dian", the table was covered with red silk, a woman who didn't know which room it was, asked Chen Weizheng to put the urn on the table, took out a long white cloth from the side, folded it slightly in the middle, buckled it on Chen Weizheng's head, and dragged it on his back, Chen Weizheng knew that this was called top filial piety, which was generally topped by his daughter, but the fifteenth master only had one filial son, and that top filial piety could only be him. Then he took a piece of linen cloth and draped it over his shoulders, and tied a hemp rope up to his waist, which is the legendary linen. Then roll up the left trouser leg, take off the leather shoes and socks, and replace them with a pair of straw sandals. Chen Weizheng immediately became a standard filial son.

The whole village of people of all ages who could walk came, except for a few older ones, all the others tied white cloth around their waists, and Chen Weizheng's eyes were suddenly wet!

The host appeared, and the host was of course the eighteenth master Chen Chuanping. Looking at the drape on his body, and then looking at the rigorous style of the eighteenth master, Chen Weizheng felt that this was not a simple burial, but a very serious funeral, so he quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the host eighteenth master. He turned around again. Kneeling down to all the personnel.

The eighteenth master helped Chen Weizheng up, and just wanted to say something, he felt that there was an undue stirring in the whole venue, and saw that everyone's attention turned to the outside of the village, and the eighteenth master also stopped thinking about talking and looked outside the village.

A black car was speeding through the rolling dam and driving towards the village, and behind this car, there was another car following, this one, which seemed to be the Tancheng van in the township.

The eighteenth master's face was full of folds, and a faint smile appeared.