Zhang Jiao's expression was a little timid after being harassed, but he still lowered his head and argued: "But I see that in the "Regulations on Funeral Public Welfare Assistance", as long as the mourning hall is guarded by relatives, it can be done within 10 days..."

was refuted by Zhang Jiao, and the fat lady interjected angrily: "Regulations are regulations, in fact, how can anyone occupy the public welfare mourning hall for so long."

You're going to have to cremate the body this morning and leave me. ”

"According to the customs of our Jingshan," Zhang Jiao hesitated for a moment, and said softly with a stubborn appearance: "After a person dies, it will take at least 3 days to rest his soul, otherwise he will not be able to walk steadily."

My grandfather has only been dead for 1 day, and you are going to drive me away, this is not in accordance with the rules, I will not leave. ”

As the old saying goes, 'the poor ** plan, the rich have a long conscience', although this is not entirely true, but it is six or seven out of ten.

People with very prominent social status tend not to be too harsh on the people at the bottom, but many ordinary people are like a lit powder keg, and they will be furious at the slightest offense.

It's not that the rich and powerful are all good-natured, but because they have so many things that they naturally give rise to the idea that sacrificing fame for a little profit is not worth it.

And even if people who are struggling in life are born good, because they have accumulated too much resentment in their lives, they will naturally behave extremely harshly when they face groups that are more vulnerable than themselves and have a channel to vent.

The fat lady is like this, obviously she is not reasonable, but her face is red because of Zhang Jiao's argument, and her eyes seem to be on fire.

But Zhang Jiao was mourning alone, and the mourning hall was deserted and there were no relatives and friends, making a fuss in the sacrificial hall, making the mourner lose face and be ugly, and the trick of forcing him to give in could not be used.

really smashed the mourning hall to make things bigger, but the fat lady didn't dare, and there was no way to be angry again, so in the end she could only hate the coffin, "Phew." He spat at the mouth and said angrily: "At a young age, I was cheeky and cheapened by the country, and I have no shame at all."

With a grandson like you, your grandfather will not be able to die even if he stops for 3 years!" , angrily left the mourning hall.

According to the old customs of Lu Yang, insulting the dead ancestors of others on the mourning hall is a great enmity that does not share the sky, and in ancient times, even if they were killed on the spot, it was forgivable.

Zhang Jiao looked at the figure of the fat lady in the distance, his eyes gradually became gloomy, stretched out his arm to carefully wipe the saliva on the coffin, and silently returned to the incense platform and squatted.

After a while, the green smoke in the pot rose again, and the ethereal disappeared with the wind......

In late autumn, the evening is early, and the sunset has slowly set at half past five in the afternoon.

At 6 o'clock, it was already dark, and the fat lady, who had left more than ten minutes late after work, secretly went to the funeral parlor restaurant to ask the master for a few bags of leftover meat and vegetables, and rode a big-wheeled bicycle towards home.

Lu Yang people have the habit of entertaining relatives and friends to eat at funerals, so the restaurants that are open to the public in the funeral home are rich in dishes, and there are often big fish and meat leftovers.

The general public has a hard time, and the leftovers are also oil and water.

It's just that these benefits are usually shared by the cooks and the powerful stewards in the funeral home, and ordinary employees can only watch and watch.

This time, it was the fat lady's daughter who lived in the school and went home on the weekend, she wanted to add some nutrition to the child, and begged hard to share some profits.

Out of the gate of the funeral home, the fat lady pedaled the wheels hard and walked alone on the deserted cement road.

A small half pig's trotters on the handlebar, a few dry fried meatballs, scrambled eggs with chili... The warm aroma of vegetables wafted in the wind, digging into her nostrils.

The fat lady was originally a greedy person, and she subconsciously wanted to reach into the plastic pocket and pinch a ball to eat.

But thinking of her husband who worked hard to unload the goods in the factory every day, her hand retracted again, swallowed and foamed, and persuaded herself: "It's not the time for a unit dinner, so what are you doing so greedy."

Besides, it is easy to gain weight, drinking cold water will grow meat, it is already more than 200 catties, and what meat and vegetables do you eat. ”

As she spoke, she thought of her children and husband eating meat for a while, and a happy smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed from behind a big tree on the side of the road, and slammed a wooden stick into the wheel of the fat lady.

The bicycle was instantly stuck, and the fat lady was thrown out by inertia and fell heavily to the ground.

Because of the weight of her body, her arm on the ground made a 'click' sound, folded at a strange angle, and her face was also covered with blood, blurring her eyes.

But the strange thing is that at this time, the fat lady whose head was completely confused didn't feel the slightest pain, but she was distressed that her daughter couldn't eat meat and vegetables at night, and by the moonlight, she looked at the hooves and balls mixed with dirt on the ground, and muttered regretfully, "Vegetables, all good dishes...", and passed out......

A few minutes later, an expressionless Zhang Jiao appeared at Huimin Supermarket.

The old man who sold the goods last night was not there, and he was replaced by a clever young man, who greeted Zhang Jiao warmly: "Hello, classmate, what do you need?"

Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "May I ask where Uncle Xu, who used to sell things, gone?"

"You're talking about old Xu Tou," the young man's face changed, and he replied solemnly, "He's dead, and he swallowed his breath last night."

Do you know him?"

Zhang Jiao opened his mouth in astonishment, "I'm not too familiar, but I often see each other when I buy things in the past two days, and I have chatted a few words."

I bought two cans of milk with him last night, so I left. ”

"Life is impermanent," the young man sighed, "and when you are old, you can't say anything." ”

Zhang Jiao nodded and stopped talking, walked to the shelf, took two bags of the cheapest instant noodles, and settled the bill.

Walking out of the supermarket, he came to the white shop next door, bought 1 knife paper money, two strings of gold and silver ingots, came to the corner of the street and drew a circle at the intersection, wrote the word 'Xu Bo', burned the paper money and ingots, got up and disappeared into the vast night......

The most prosperous areas in the small cities of Luyang are often near the train station, and the same is true in Jingshan County.

Hotels, restaurants, bathrooms, foot spas, shampoos... The glittering streets, centered around the underground train station, are crowded 24 hours a day, in stark contrast to the deserted suburbs.

Zhang Jiao, who had no money to take a taxi, and was not even willing to spend 5 yuan on the bus, walked for more than 1 hour, and finally came to a public salute storage point on Station Street exhausted.

Thousands of iron cabinets in the storage point are neatly stacked against the wall.

Zhang Jiao came to the cabinet with the number '56' written on the white paint on the cabinet door, took out the key from his pocket, opened the cabinet door, and took out the laptop inside.

The laptop looks very old, boxy and thick and heavy, and it is outdated for a long time when you look at the model, and it is not worth a few rotten money.

But Zhang Jiao checked the computer very carefully, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the storage point with his laptop.

The streets are brightly lit, and the smell of food wafts through the open doors of roadside restaurants, and the smell of food wafts through the open doors.

As soon as he was concerned, Zhang Jiao was suddenly a little hungry, but he didn't dare to spend money indiscriminately, so he took out the instant noodles from his jacket pocket with an empty one, crushed the bread inside, tore open the package with his mouth, ate it with the fragrance, and returned to the funeral home with tired steps.

In the blink of an eye, late at night, he sat down on the straw mat next to the coffin in the mourning hall, turned on his laptop, searched for a long time in many games, movies, and TV series video files, and finally found a nameless encrypted file.

According to the password that Zhang Daoxian had explained before, decrypted it, clicked on the file, and a cultivation video of words and deeds suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Jiao's eyes.