After the cremation was completed, the aunt Huang Qiaoyun took Cheng Mo to store the urn in the funeral home, because Cheng Yongze died in an accident, naturally he would not buy the cemetery in advance, so the official burial will choose an auspicious day of the zodiac after buying the cemetery, and invite some Taoist priests or monks to make a ceremony.

Huang Qiaoyun chattered about the price of the cemetery in Cheng Mo's ear, complaining about the high prices in the provincial capital, and an urn cost five or six thousand, not bought in the funeral home and not providing storage services, and said that people die like lights out, as long as they eat well and live well before death, there is no need to pursue that kind of luxurious mansion-style cemetery after death......

Cheng Mo naturally understood that Huang Qiaoyun's implication was to buy a cheap cemetery for Cheng Yongze, but Cheng Mo thought to himself, his son's cemetery was much more luxurious than Lao Tzu's, and it was too unseemly, yes, Cheng Mo had his posthumous residence many years ago, and it was his father Cheng Yongze who took him to choose.

Cheng Mo secretly thought that if he didn't have his own cemetery for his father, a master like Cheng Yongze, who had published several anthropological books, at least he had to give future generations a decent place to remember and hang himself, and he could barely be regarded as smart, a genius like his father was naturally difficult to match, and in addition, he estimated that he would not live for a few years, and it was impossible to reach such a high achievement as his father....

At this time, Cheng Mo remembered that the last book written by Cheng Yongze was called "The Origin of Human Beings", when Cheng Yongze asked his mentor, Li Mingde, president of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, to correct it, Li Mingde felt that the title was too big, and so many masters in the academic world did not dare to compare with Darwin, so he took this as the topic, but Cheng Yongze actually dared, which was too frivolous.

But after reading Cheng Yongze's manuscript, he transferred Cheng Yongze from the Hunan Provincial Academy of Social Sciences to the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, and appointed him as the deputy director of the Institute of Anthropology, and was elected as a member of the Academy of Social Sciences at the beginning of this year.....

Cheng Mo is not worried about his father's academic research, but if the content of the book can really match the title of "The Origin of Mankind", its royalties are absolutely astronomical.....

Cheng Mo never felt that there was anything wrong with the pursuit of money, and there was nothing to be ashamed of, for him, money is the rules of the game in this world, it is a great tool of freedom, and money is the greatest fairness in this world.

It is not for nothing that the social status of human beings is directly linked to the amount of money they have control over.....

Cheng Mo didn't listen to what his aunt Huang Qiaoyun said at all, but he was a little annoyed when he thought that his uncle Cheng Jidong would naturally become his guardian, especially when he thought of his cousin Cheng Xiuyan, who was one head and two big.

That's right, his cousin's name, Cheng Xiuyan, is also the masterpiece of his father Cheng Yongze, but Cheng Mo is quite appropriate to call silence, but Cheng Xiuyan is completely incompatible with the eight poles of "Xiuyan", and Cheng Mo is frail and sickly, and he doesn't like to talk Completely opposite, Cheng Mo's cousin Cheng Xiuyan, who is a policeman, is simply an ADHD patient, likes sports, is energetic, and has a lot of words.....

These are exactly what Cheng Mo doesn't like, and her advantages are beautiful, enthusiastic and kind, and her sense of justice is bursting..... It also happens to be what Cheng Mo doesn't like.....

In addition, there is a younger cousin Cheng Xiaoyang, a self-righteous little child, Cheng Mo really doesn't have a good impression of his uncle's family, if it weren't for the fact that there is a layer of kinship, and Cheng Jidong has to talk about it every time he gets together, he just wants Cheng Yongze to go to college, so he gave up the argument of going to college, Cheng Mo really wants to break up the relationship with this family.

Cheng Mo is not an uncle and aunt who looks down on typical small citizen thinking, but he doesn't like to deal with such people, it is too troublesome to deal with such people, and Cheng Mo is naturally afraid of trouble.

It is a little strange to say that Cheng Jidong and Huang Qiaoyun's genes are far less good than Cheng Yongze and Lin Yiqing, but the daughters and sons born are very good-looking, while Cheng Mo, who should be very handsome, looks very ordinary, and can only sigh at the magic of creation.

Cheng Mo and Huang Qiaoyun watched the staff climb the stairs and put their father's ashes on a high place, the bottom layer of the shelf was already full, and they could only be placed in a high place.

For the custody of this kind of worthless thing, Huang Qiaoyun naturally would not fight with Cheng Mo, and tightly grasped the satchel containing a lot of gift money and said to Cheng Mo: "Let's go! Xiao Mo, there is still a meal to invite at noon, and it is a large amount of expenditure, I told your uncle that there is no need to invite more than 500 tables of food, and leave some money for you to see a doctor, your uncle doesn't do it, I feel that I can't be too cold, I lose your father's face, according to me, your father is dead.... It's all gone, why do you want all this false face? The important thing is to save some money for you to live and live is the last word.....

In fact, more than 500 meals per table are already very cheap, although the Hunan Provincial Academy of Social Sciences has no real power, it is a noble unit, but the capable people are all think tanks that can give advice to the decision-makers of Hunan Province, and the state funding is not small, it is not a marginal unit, and the people who come to attend Cheng Yongze's funeral are almost all high-end intellectuals in Hunan Province, including many well-known scholars.

Besides, Cheng Yongze's salary is not low, plus some books, the income can be regarded as quite expensive, and it is really a bit of a cashier's miserliness to invite the guests to eat in the canteen of Yangmingshan, not to mention that the gift money given by the visitors is not small.

Cheng Mo is too lazy to care about these things, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand, and he doesn't care about face or anything, Cheng Mo doesn't care about the money at all, but he cares about the money.

The more philosophy and history he reads, the less he believes in human nature, and Cheng Mo understands that conscience is insignificant in the face of interests.

Although he still can't understand Huang Qiaoyun's true thoughts, he has never been afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice, because only in this way can he gain the least disappointment, so he pretended to be harmless to humans and animals and said: "It's really a blessing uncle and aunt!"

Huang Qiaoyun said: "What are you happy about! This is what your uncle and I should do..... Look at your father's departure, you are left alone in your family! Your ruthless mother, there has been no news for almost ten years, it's really ......."

Thinking that saying these things at this time was like sprinkling salt on Cheng Mo's wounds, Huang Qiaoyun sneered, and immediately swore and comforted: "Don't worry, Xiao Mo, uncle and aunt will take care of you in the future, you said that you only have our relatives now, don't rely on us, who to rely on?"

Cheng Mo didn't listen to what his nagging aunt said at all, he had always automatically blocked these words with little nutritional value, and if he had to listen to any trash in his ears, his deformed little heart would have exploded long ago.

He endured his aunt's incessant nagging and walked towards the funeral home cafeteria.....

At this moment, it is close to noon, the spacious hall of the canteen of the antique Yangmingshan Funeral Home is full of people, and it looks quite lively, although this is definitely not a sumptuous luncheon, but many leaders and well-known scholars of the Hunan Provincial Academy of Social Sciences did not leave, and other people who came to watch the ceremony naturally only had the patience to wait for this meal before leaving.

Cheng Mo's uncles Cheng Jidong and Li Fengxian arranged for some VIPs to sit down, mainly because some leaders and scholars with higher status had to arrange their seats on the table.

As for the others, they probably sit together with each other, and they don't have to deliberately arrange seats.

At this time, there were already sixteen or seven tables of people sitting in the hall, because most of them were people in a circle, and there was no obstacle to talking, but after all, they were all cultural people, and they spoke softly and elegantly, so they did not seem particularly noisy.

Cheng Mo is like a supporting role that no one pays attention to, sitting in a remote corner by the window to review his homework, the final exam is coming in two days, he must hurry up and sort out the knowledge points, he doesn't care about the first place he has never lost, let alone his grades, but he doesn't like to make mistakes, especially something as simple as the exam.

There were still more than 20 minutes left to leave the table, Cheng Mo immediately immersed himself in the sea of questions, for Cheng Mo, his body can't move, but his brain can, doing questions, learning this kind of brain activity that can stimulate thinking, makes him feel a kind of pleasure similar to running, hot and sweaty, without any distractions in his head, beyond the barriers of time and space.

In layman's terms, it is learning that makes me happy.

Cheng Mo took the mobile phone and quickly solved the problem, and soon immersed himself in it, even his uncle Cheng Jidong didn't pay attention to him everywhere, until Cheng Jidong came over and patted him on the shoulder, Cheng Mo woke up from the sea of questions and looked up at Cheng Jidong.

Cheng Jidong's face was still covered with some sweat, his expression was a little nervous, and he said in a reproachful tone: "Xiao Mo, what are you playing with your mobile phone at this time! Come on, your father's mentor Li Mingde, Dean Li's son Li Jiting, Dr. Li wants to say a few words to you..."

As a small shop owner, Cheng Jidong is the first time he has come into contact with such a high-level person, so he is naturally a little scared.

Cheng Mo is not familiar with his father's social circle, but he also knows that Li Mingde has entered the decision-making level in China, but he has not seen his father's mentor, let alone Li Jiting, although Li Jiting has a high status, he can be regarded as Cheng Yongze's senior brother, and it is not strange to find Cheng Mo to say a few words to show his concern.

Cheng Mo said "oh", stood up from the chair, stuffed the mobile phone into his trouser pocket, and followed Cheng Jidong towards the front table.

Cheng Mo followed Cheng Jidong to the table closest to the door in the first row, the number of people at this table was the smallest, only nine people seated, and the people at this table looked old, all with a strong majesty of being in a high position, except for the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat, slightly younger.

Cheng Mo has never seen any of them, only that the old man sitting on the right side of the main seat, with gray hair and kind eyes, is Wang Shanhai, the president of the Hunan Provincial Academy of Social Sciences.

The reason why I know Wang Shanhai is because I have read his "A Brief History of Chinese Philosophy".

Of course, there is another one who he doesn't know, but knows who he is, that is, Li Jiting, who is the most eye-catching and the youngest in this table, sitting on the main seat.

Li Jiting was dressed in an ironed black suit, and unlike other scholars with modest hairstyles and glasses, he had long hair in the middle, with the temperament of an artist, his eyes were not big, as if he was squinting, and the corners of his mouth were always curved, as if he was smiling.

As soon as Cheng Mo approached, Li Jiting looked up and down at Cheng Mo, who was thin like a bean sprout and only a little more than one meter seven, he put his chopsticks on the chopstick rest and asked, "You are Yongze's son?"

At this moment, all the leaders in the Chinese liberal arts academic circles focused their eyes on Cheng Mo, who was a little thin.

Cheng Mo didn't speak, just nodded, looking like he was a little stage frightened.

Li Jiting smiled and said, "Don't be nervous! What's your name? What grade are you in?"

Although Cheng Mo wanted to ignore such a naïve question and treat him as a three-year-old child, he could only answer helplessly and honestly: "Cheng Mo, study the first year of high school!"

Hearing that Cheng Mo's words contained a strange calmness, not as timid as he seemed on the surface, Li Jiting asked with great interest: "Cheng Mo! Why did your father give you such a name?"