Before Zhu Xiaohua could agree, there was a sound of chirping from the bottom of the mountain.

Another group of people came up the mountain with flower baskets and fruits, flowers and couplets.

These men were adults, the older ones in their forties and fifties, the younger ones in their early twenties, dressed in different shades of clothing, and they made their way up the hill quickly.

The man in his fifties said, "Hurry up, people are up there, it's still too late." ”

These people suddenly rushed up the mountain, saw the tombstone engraved with "Zhu Zhiwu", and didn't care about it, whether they knew it or not, they burned the paper first.

These people knelt beside their younger brother Zhu Xiaoming and bowed their heads. One of them placed the flower basket and fruit under the brick wall of the tomb, and took the paper from the burning paper pot to light the second fire.

Zhu Xiaohua stepped forward and asked, "Are you ......?"

The man in his fifties, dressed in yellow, said, "You must be Zhu Xiaohua, right?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua nodded.

The man in the yellow shirt continued: "We are from the Yellow Cross Foundation, and we heard that your parents have moved their tombs, so we came here to pay respects. ”

Zhu Xiaohua thought for a while and said, "My parents never worked in the foundation before their deaths, and they didn't have any dealings with the people in the foundation. ”

Zhu Xiaohua asked Zhu Xiaoyan and Zhu Xiaoming again, and asked if the two of them knew each other.

Both shook their heads.

The man in the yellow shirt smiled and said, "It's okay, we came here today, and everyone knows each other." The purpose of our foundation is to serve the needs of the people......"

The man publicized a long list of deeds about the Foundation's purpose.

The others listened drowsily, and only buried their heads in burning paper money.

Ten minutes later, the man in the yellow shirt finally finished his long speech.

Zhu Xiaohua saw that these people had bought a lot of things, and the prices were not cheap, so he already knew the other party's intentions.

But since the other party didn't know what to say, he also pretended to be confused.

Zhu Xiaohua said: "Then thank you for coming to worship my parents." We are not relatives, and we have come to visit the grave of my parents. You are really good people with selfless dedication and modern living Lei Feng. ”

The man in the yellow shirt was a little embarrassed, and when he was about to ask for money, he forcibly held back.

Seeing this, several other people immediately stepped forward to add, saying, "Actually, we are not here to go to the grave today......

Zhu Xiaohua nodded: "I know, you should be doing good deeds nearby, I heard that the grave is being moved here, and you came to the grave by the way." ”

The second man stopped suddenly, looking embarrassed, and was about to ask for money, but as soon as he reached his mouth, he was held back again.

I had to laugh dryly and follow aha.

Seeing that the flower baskets and fruits were also delivered, the paper money and the pagoda mountain were also burned, it was time to leave.

Director Li suddenly pointed to the flower basket and said, "These shouldn't be for the deceased, how does this feel like a gift for the living." ”

Zhu Xiaohua walked over and took a look, and one of the flower baskets still had a label on it, which read: I wish Sun Rong a long and healthy life, and Li Xiaoxiao respects him.

Zhu Xiaohua said: "This flower basket was given to President Sun Rong, but it was sent by mistake." ”

The yellow-shirted man and the others from the Yellow Cross Foundation glanced at each other, looking embarrassed again.

These baskets of fruit were originally given to them by others, and these people came in a hurry and brought these gifts with them. They expected that they would be able to use it to worship at the grave, but they didn't expect that there was a label on it, so that people could recognize it on the spot.

The man in the yellow shirt felt that he couldn't put it on, so he had to pull down his face and say, "Actually, we heard that you have made a lot of money by opening a photo studio, and we came here today in the hope that you can donate a little." After all, if you have money, you should do some good deeds......"

Zhu Xiaohua said: "I see...... You're very well-informed. ”

The man in the yellow shirt glanced around the crowd of people who went to the grave, saw Zhu Xiaoming, and pointed to a young man in his team and said, "Your brother told my son Xiaoqiang, and Xiaoqiang is a teacher at their school." ”

Zhu Xiaoming turned around, saw the young man, and shouted: "Teacher Xiaoqiang, you are here too." ”

Teacher Xiaoqiang was more direct and persuaded Zhu Xiaoming: "Xiaoming, tell your brother quickly, and ask your brother to donate more to my father's Yellow Cross Fund." ”

Zhu Xiaohua took a look at these two groups of people, one was a classmate of his sister Zhu Xiaoyan, and the other was a member of his younger brother's teacher's foundation.

A little speechless.

I thought, really, it's only been two days since it was developed, and people all over the world know about it. Who said that in this era, the news is closed, and the valuable and profitable news spreads faster than in the Internet era.

Since these people have burned all the paper money, Zhu Xiaohua is embarrassed to refuse others, so he can only take out real money.

Zhu Xiaohua first asked Director Li how much it would cost these poor students to go to school.

He also asked about how much the Yellow Cross Foundation would need.

There are not many poor students here, mainly because of the textbook fees, tuition fees, living expenses, and miscellaneous expenses of these students, which are about 20 yuan per person. Five students are only 100 yuan.

Zhu Xiaohua took out two hundred yuan on the spot.

The foundation needs to raise money to build a temple in the scenic spot, and the man in the yellow shirt verbally said that he would donate as much as he wanted, but according to their past fundraising, people like Zhu Xiaohua need to donate at least 1,000 yuan or more.

With so many people present and so many gifts to the grave, Mr. Xiaoqiang is still his brother's teacher, and Zhu Xiaohua can't help but donate.

In the end, Zhu Xiaohua promised to donate 1,000 yuan. Since there was not so much cash on the spot, he asked Mr. Xiaoqiang to accompany him to pick it up later.

After receiving the money, the two groups thanked them and stayed by the grave for a moment before leaving.

Half an hour later, the prayer was finished. The workers, masters, Qian Dabo and others also left one after another.

Zhu Xiaohua took his younger brother and sister down the mountain.

As soon as he walked to the foot of the mountain, a group of people rushed up and grabbed Zhu Xiaohua to ask for donations.

Most of these people don't know each other, some claim to be from the same school as Zhu Xiaoyan, some claim to be friends with the sponsored poor students, and some claim to be neighbors working in the same building as the Yellow Cross Foundation.

One of the neighbors of the Yellow Cross Foundation said: "You can't favor one over the other for good deeds, our Blue Cross Foundation can be much greater than the Yellow Cross Foundation." We have earmarked the funds to build schools to help out-of-school children in poor mountainous areas. ”

The younger brother and sister were also dumbfounded when they looked at these people.

If it was a voluntary donation just now, now it is a little reluctant, after all, the origin of these people does not know the truth or falsehood.

Zhu Xiaohua ignored these people and walked straight forward.

The younger brother and sister were entangled by these people and followed them all the way to the gate of the compound of the tractor factory. The two of them went upstairs, and these people were still squatting downstairs, shouting, "Little sister, little brother, you can do it, donate a little to me." ”

Zhu Xiaoyan and Zhu Xiaoming were respectively messed up by these people and had their sleeves torn.