There is no car from Jiang Ji to Jiang Village, but Su Bai naturally will not walk back with Jiang Hanshu.

If you walk back, it is estimated that you will not even reach Jiang Village after dark.

Su Bai called his little uncle Wang Chuan, and soon Wang Zhou drove to Jiang Ji and picked them up.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day was the last day of the funeral, and it was also the main seat of the funeral banquet.

Beginning at 10 o'clock in the morning, people began to come to the table one after another.

Wang Dayi's children did not come, but there were still many of his side relatives, such as some children of his father's brothers.

It's not much, it's only a hundred yuan, and you can have a meal when you come, which is not too much of a loss.

The point is that when you come, people won't say anything, but if you don't, then the words will come out.

Su Bai took the account book and wrote down the names of these people who came to give gifts one by one.

It's just a note to write it down, but it's not good to return the gift, because Wang Dayi's children have nothing to do with their hometown for a long time.

Use a white account book for white things, use a red account book for red things, and the pen is naturally a brush.

Su Bai was in a hurry to settle accounts with a brush, while Jiang Hanshu next to him was giving cigarettes to these people who had given gifts.

Anyone who has given a gift, one box per person.

Of course, don't think it's too expensive for cigarettes, it's a pack of five yuan a product of Huangshan.

If it's a red thing, it's a good day.

Compared with other guests who can write a whole book, Su Bai's account book only has two or three pages.

Originally, in a small village like Wangzhuang, it became a rule for people to die in the village, and the village went to eat together with the ceremony.

But because it was Wang Dayi who died, there were few people in the village who went, and I am afraid that it would become a strange news in these ten miles and eight towns in the future.

In the future, if anyone has a bad moral character, it is estimated that they will also say a word, and after you die, I am afraid that you will be like that Wang Dayi, and you will not even go to the village to pay tribute.

There were people scattered around, and the two sat until twelve o'clock, and when the banquet began, Su Bai let out a sigh and put away the account book.

"It's finally done, and I'm about to scrap it." Su Bai said.

You can't wear gloves when writing calligraphy, otherwise the words will not be written well, so on this cold day, the north wind is blowing, and Su Bai's hands are frozen and painful.

"I'll keep you warm." Jiang Hanshu took off his gloves and held Su Bai's big hand with his small hand.

Feeling that Su Bai's hands were frighteningly cold, Jiang Hanshu lowered his head and blew with his small mouth.

Su Bai withdrew his hand from her small hand, nodded her nose angrily, and said, "You are so warm, both of us will get cold in the end." ”

Su Bai took her gloves out of the pocket of her padded jacket and put them on for her.

"I put on gloves and put them in my pocket to warm up for a while, and I'll be fine." Su Bai said.

"That's right." Jiang Hanshu suddenly said: "I just remember to give them cigarettes, I haven't given the money yet." ”

Jiang Hanshu took out a hundred yuan from his trouser pocket, handed it to Su Bai, and said, "Here, this is our family's gift money." ”

"What else do you have to pay for, you have nothing to do with Wang Dayi." Su Bai said.

"No!" Jiang Hanshu shook his head and said: "I have nothing to do with Wang Dayi, but this funeral is organized by Aunt Su and their family, and I have to pay this gift." ”

"My sister-in-law saved your life, so if you say this, this gift must indeed be paid." Su Bai accepted her money, and then listed a separate column on the gift list, wrote the three words Jiang Hanshu, thought about it, Su Bai also added a hundred yuan, and then wrote the two words Su Bai next to Jiang Hanshu, looking at the two names listed separately on the account book, Su Bai put away the account book with satisfaction.

After Jiang Hanshu saw it, the corners of his mouth curved.

After handing over the collected money and account books to Wang Chuan, Su Bai and Jiang Hanshu also sat down.

The two of them can be regarded as having paid the gift money in a dignified manner.

Because no one came to the village, these relatives who were far away from Wang Dayi didn't know Su Bai and Jiang Hanshu, and there was nothing wrong with the two sitting together openly.

After the first few desserts and snacks were served, the main dishes were served one by one.

The mash soup made with rice wine is a favorite soup for many children at the main banquet.

No, it's just because it's sweet enough.

Fortunately, because of the small number of people, there are no women, children.

And Su Bai and their table, except for Su Bai and Jiang Hanshu, are all adults.

The child had already gone in to find a good position, and Su Bai and Jiang Hanshu were the last to sit down, so they naturally found a gap in the position and sat down.

After the mash soup came up, it was placed in the middle position, and when everyone used the soup spoon to scoop the soup and drink, Su Bai found that Jiang Hanshu did not move.

"Why don't you drink it?" Su Bai asked.

Su Bai didn't like to eat anything too sweet, so he didn't scoop it.

"Out of reach." Jiang Hanshu said pitifully.

"Huh." Su Bai was speechless, nodded her nose, and said, "You tell me!" ”

No one knew them anyway, and they sat together, and everyone guessed that they were a couple.

So Su Bai has nothing to avoid, Jiang Hanshu has a thin skin, and Su Bai's face is not thin.

Being so close to Su Bai, Jiang Hanshu's face was slightly red, but he didn't say anything.

Su Bai stood up and scooped a spoonful for her with his own soup spoon, and then put it directly to her mouth.

Jiang Hanshu took a sip with his mouth and drank the soup from the soup spoon into his mouth.

"How? Is it delicious? Su Bai asked.

"Hmm." Jiang Hanshu nodded and said, "It's delicious." ”

Su Bai smiled and helped her scoop a few more spoonfuls.

After the mash soup, there are a few meat dishes.

And halfway through the main banquet, the only fish in the entire banquet, braised carp, was served, and the head of the fish was aimed at Su Bai.

In Su Bai, there is a saying about fish head wine, that is, whoever the fish head is facing will drink a glass of wine first.

Before Su Bai could react, he was written (write wine, that is, pour wine. A full glass of liquor.

There is a lot of white wine in this paper cup, Jiang Hanshu pursed his lips, slapped Su Bai below with his small hand, and signaled him not to drink it.

Su Bai smiled, grabbed Jiang Hanshu's little hand with his hand, and then scratched it in her palm.

"I'm still in school, and I can't drink this wine. Why don't I just do a bottle of beer. "The rules are here, it is not Su Bai's style to play tricks on wine, Su Bai directly picked up a bottle of beer under the table, and then pried it open with chopsticks, and directly stuffed a bottle in one breath.

This bottle was down, and although it was beer, the others didn't say anything.

In fact, even if Su Bai didn't drink this bottle of beer, others wouldn't say anything.

Just like Su Bai himself said, he is still in school, who would discuss this rule with a student who is still in school.

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