Seeing the You Shusong, I thought of Su Mengke, clenched my fists, and I didn't know what was going on, the anger in my heart became more and more intense, and I almost rushed forward.

Fortunately, Jiang Ye pulled me and said, "Xiao Jiu, I have heard a little about you in Taihang Mountain, so don't be impulsive, so as not to attract Zhongnanhai's dislike." ”

I nodded, pinched my thigh, the severe pain made my mind a little calmer, my eyes stared at the You Shusong, and said word by word: "Senior brother, I want to be involved in the funeral of the old hero!" ”

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?" ”

"I want to prove something with the funeral of an old hero." I said with a blank face.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ye asked.

"I want to prove to those people that mourning is not for fame and fortune, let alone for the sake of others." When I said this, I was very loud.

"I'm afraid something is wrong, you don't have enough qualifications, if you let you do a funeral, it will attract gossip. Moreover, you don't have a degree, and you haven't entered the Metaphysical Association, which is unreasonable. Jiang Ye smiled bitterly, showing embarrassment.

"If in my name, invite Xiao Jiu to do the funeral, I don't know if it will work?" Just then, an old voice came from behind me.

I turned my head to see that it was Mrs. Lu, who was still wearing the red cheongsam and holding a cane in her hand.

As soon as we saw her, several of us bent down towards her one after another to show etiquette. She smiled and said to Jiang Ye, "Xiao Jiang, I heard you guys discussing the funeral just now, I don't know what my opinion is?" ”

"Old Lady Lu, didn't you ask Xiao Jiu to dig the grave before? Why have you changed your mind now? Jiang Ye asked suspiciously.

"Plans can't keep up with the changes, you look at these coffins, what they look like. In order to climb the big tree of my Lu family, they completely ignored etiquette and customs, and only wanted to please my sons who were not angry. Mrs. Lu stretched out her hand and pointed to the coffins.

"Ai!" Jiang Ye sighed, "Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and in the eyes of outsiders, this funeral is undoubtedly very lively, but... Alas! ”

"Xiao Jiu, are you willing to take over this funeral?" Mrs. Lu looked at me and asked.

I originally wanted to do this funeral, but now I can't agree to come down, the reason is very simple, Luo Dajun is by my side, if I agree to come down like this, I am suspected of robbing the funeral.

Na Luo Dajun seemed to know my worries, walked over, patted me on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiu, promise to come down, I just take this opportunity to see what Chen Baxian, who is full of praise from Jiang Ye, has what he is capable of." ”

"What about you?" I asked awkwardly.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I'll give you a hand, every industry needs some young people, if you don't give young people a chance, when our group dies, no one will want to be coffin bearers in the future." ”

As soon as I heard him say this, I didn't say anything more, but bent down at him and said, "Try not to disappoint you." ”

He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Xiao Jiu! You shouldn't disappoint Mrs. Lu. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, and hurriedly bent over to Mrs. Lu, and said, "I don't know what your plans are?" ”

Instead of answering my question, she looked at me and said, "In your opinion, what should be done about this funeral?" ”

I thought about it for a while, and said in a deep voice: "The signature of the 'open book' is written in the name of the son of the Lu family, all funerals are handled in accordance with customs, and the etiquette that should be done must be absolutely done, and the etiquette that should not be there is all eliminated." ”

"Oh?" Mrs. Lu was stunned for a moment, looked at me with a smile, and said, "Aren't you from Lao Qi?" How do you write the name of the boss on the 'open book'? ”

"In my eyes, there is no one who is who, only mourning." I subconsciously said this.

She was stunned for a moment, and then said three times in a row, "But, the matter of the nine sons and nine funerals has already caused a lot of uproar, and even appeared on TV a few times, it is impossible to change, so you will do the funeral in the name of the seventh child." ”

After speaking, she beckoned to Jiang Ye and said, "Xiao Jiang, leave the matter here to Xiao Jiu, you come with me, there are some things, I need to ask you." ”

Then, Mrs. Lu, Jiang Ye and He Jianhua left, leaving me, Guo Fatzi, Stuttering and Luo Dajun.

According to the customs of Hebei, on the eve of the funeral, those of us who do the funeral have to accompany the filial sons and grandsons of the deceased to guard the coffin all night.

So, the four of us found a clean wooden stool, placed it on the left side of the coffin, and sat down.

Not long after I sat down, Guo Fatzi gave me a thumbs up and said, "Brother Jiu, you cow, you can actually do a funeral for the old hero, if you let Lao Wang know, I don't know what you will be like." ”

I smiled bitterly, ignored him, and just sat there all the time, burning some yellow paper from time to time, and my eyes would glance at the book pine intentionally or unintentionally.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, I don't know what was going on, but the weather that had stopped snowing suddenly began to snow lightly.

Guo Fatzi said that the snow was a little cold, and he wanted to go to the ancestral hall to warm up, but I refused.

In this regard, Guo Fatzi muttered for a long time. It wasn't until I glared at him that the guy stopped whining.

As for the other coffins, when it just snowed, those who guarded the coffins hid in the ancestral hall and let the coffins be placed there, and the immortal lamps under the two coffins were extinguished, and no one cared, but stammered over and lit the immortal lanterns.

This night, the four of us stayed in the snow all night. During this time, no one paid any attention to us, let alone delivered things to keep the snow out.

At six o'clock the next morning, I stood up, shook the snow off my body, and glanced at the ancestral hall, where the door was closed, and occasionally a few wisps of green smoke drifted out of it, presumably those people were making a fire in the ancestral hall.

I shook my head, feeling a little helpless, so I said to Guo Fatzi and them, "It's time to prepare for the funeral." ”

Guo Fatzi sighed and asked me how to do it. I took a look around the coffin, the field at the entrance of the ancestral hall is not very large, about 100 square meters, nine coffins are placed there, accounting for a large area, and the distance between the coffins is about three or four meters.

Seeing this, I thought for a moment and said, "Sweep the snow near the coffin first!" The space is limited, and the funeral is estimated to be impossible, so you can only hold a small funeral around the coffin. ”

"A small funeral? The old hero is an anti-Japanese hero, and the little mourning is a bit unreasonable, right? Guo Fatzi was stunned and said.