The simple villagers didn't know that the drama arranged by the boss was called "suppressing first and then promoting", also known as "vegetarian first and then meat".

A few days ago, it opened with mournful music, and in the whining and wailing of suona, accompanied by dragon and lion dances, "changing faces" and "birds and phoenixes" and other unique activities, this is just Boss Wen is using traditional culture as a foreshadowing. The night before the funeral, the song and dance troupe representing modern civilization arranged by Boss Wen was the finale.

For the finale of the night, Boss Wen even prepared a few generators.

In the evening, with the appearance of the female hostess of the show, the atmosphere of the performance changed abruptly, the style of painting changed suddenly, and the sadness was replaced by excitement and festivity.

After a few young women dressed in cool clothes and with bewitching makeup performed a few cheerful songs and dances, the male and female hosts began to ridicule and tease again, and more and more villagers and onlookers gathered in the audience.

In the mutual ridicule of the male and female hosts, "golden sentences come out frequently", which makes many villagers refreshed and like a spring breeze.

For example, they pair each other, so that the villagers feel that the right is very good, and the right is very interesting, much better than those babbling, twisting and turning, watching for a long time, listening for a long time and not knowing what it means.

Woman: "People eat fish, fish eat shrimp, shrimp eat water, and water falls."

Man: "Your husband presses you, you press the bed, the bed presses the ground, and the ground shakes."

The villagers laughed and shouted "hey!"

Woman: "There's nothing to do during the day."

Man: "The bird is fine at night."

The strange laughter and applause from the audience immediately rang out again.

In particular, they included Wenda as the target of ridicule, which led to a small climax of the onlookers' atmosphere.

Female: "Since Boss Wen found a female secretary, the whole person has become much easier."

Man: "Not necessarily."

Woman: "Why isn't it easy for a secretary to do something?"

Man: "How can it be easy to be a secretary if you have nothing to do?"

The laughter, applause and cheers of the villagers rang out like thunder and endured.

With a bewitching woman on the stage, the atmosphere of the performance officially entered the climax.

The woman wore a tight vest and a miniskirt with golden glitter, and the brin sparkled in the light. When walking on the stage, the woman deliberately twisted her waist and hips sharply, and from time to time lifted her skirt that could barely cover her hips.

After writhing and singing a song on the stage like a water snake, the woman asked the audience if she sang well.

The crowd of onlookers actually replied "yes" in unison.

The woman asked again, then do you still want to see it, and do you have any requirements?

Hundreds of people said "I want to see" in unison, and the words fell, and I don't know which stinky and shameless person in the sea of people shouted at the top of his voice: "Take off!"

Unexpectedly, the woman immediately answered, "Who is the name of Tok? Listen, take off a 20."

Everyone in the audience was excited, and they applauded continuously.

Someone threw 20 dollars at the stage. The woman actually took off her small vest and exposed her corset. Someone threw another 20 yuan, and the woman continued to take off the ...... Until***.

Just as the crowd was overwhelmed with emotion, another scantily clad woman took the stage and performed a provocative performance with her body and words. Who knew that after watching it for a while, everyone actually shouted "take off" in unison. Before she could speak, the crumpled bills rained down on her.

The woman quickly took off *** as well.

It seemed that the atmosphere at the scene was not warm enough, and the original woman ran to the stage and twisted her body in front of an old man, which frightened the old man and hid back, but immediately attracted laughter.

Later, the woman pressed a young man to the ground, doing actions that made people think about what was wrong and what was wrong, but directly detonated the scene, attracting applause, applause, whistles, and sounds, like a storm crashing on the shore, roaring endlessly, and like a mountain shouting tsunami, noisy into the clouds.

In the crowd, many women's breasts and buttocks have been touched a lot inexplicably

Handful.

At this time, the crowd in the audience has become a pot of porridge, and on the background wall behind the stage, the solemn portrait of Wenda's father is silently watching the noisy scene in front of him.

On the outside of the crowd, the villagers, who could not watch it up close, were disappointed and disappointed, and couldn't help but praise the funeral in front of them.

"This funeral is decent!" A man wearing a trouser shirt and a pair of slippers on his feet, with his trouser legs rolled up at his knees, stood on the ridge of the field, looking up and admiring from the bottom of his heart. His cheeks were flushed, and he didn't know if he was drinking during the feast, or if he was stimulated by the hot scene in front of him.

"Thick burial, a thick burial that is rare in a hundred years!" The man who replied was wearing a pair of pointed scalp shoes on his feet, pants and a vest on his upper body, and a black mole on the corner of his mouth. He was tiptoeing to look into the sea of people, but he could only see a black human head.

"Old man Wen has such a son as a lame man, he should be content." The red-faced man retracted his gaze and deeply agreed with the black mole man's words of "thick burial", "Smelling the lame man this is raising the level of funerals in our village, not to mention that no one can hold such a grand funeral before, in the future, I dare not say that for decades, at least in ten years, no one can hold such a lively funeral."

As if he was drawn to his heart by the red-faced man's words, the black mole man also retracted his gaze and sighed: "My old man can't eat during this time, so he can only drink some rice porridge, and it seems that the time to report to Marx is not far away."

"The old man was lying on the bed and heard the commotion of Wen Cripple here, and he mentioned to me several times that Wen Cripple was 'well done, and the implication was nothing more than that I wanted to use Wen Cripple as a model and handle his funeral so beautifully. But he only heard the voice, and did not see the scene. With such a big show, where can I make it? In front of the old man, I have never dared to answer."

At this time, the two *** young women returned to the stage and were doing all kinds of provocative actions. Many of the men in the audience were already red-faced and red-eared, and their eyes were glowing green.

The red-faced man disagreed, pointing to the stage: "You just need to invite the people from this 'what' song and dance troupe over, and you will learn the essence of this funeral." As for other expenses, we're not lame, and it's normal that we can't get his level."

The black mole man's eyes lit up, but he immediately fell into gloom: "This ...... I don't know if it's expensive or not, but if we can afford it."

The red-faced man patted him on the back of the head: "You are an unfilial son, you are doing a funeral for your father, and you still care about how much money you have. I have to ask the lame man how much does this song and dance troupe cost. If you don't have any money to borrow, you can borrow it from a lame man. This cripple is not short of money anyway, and you are doing a funeral for your father, so there is no reason why he should not borrow it. He is a great dutiful son, and there is no reason not to let others be filial sons."

The man with the mole touched the back of his head and then his cheek: "You're right. With this lame man's funeral in front of me, if I do it too coldly, I won't be able to get over it...... It's still a little more decent......

"Filial son is a fart, a decent fart...... Bad morals, shameless." An old man with a white beard walked along the ridge with a cane and a hunched back, trembling slightly, stopped on one side, and poked the black mole man on the shoulder with his cane, "Don't learn to smell the lame. This funeral is not for the dead, but for the living, and it is for him to smell the face of the lame man."

The two shouted "Third Uncle". They didn't say anything, but the look on their faces was enough to show that although they couldn't find anything wrong with the third uncle's words, they didn't think there was anything wrong with Wen Cripple doing this. Especially the man with a black mole, obviously didn't listen to the third uncle's words "don't learn to smell the lame".

Seeing the perfunctory appearance of the two of them, the third uncle didn't care, but looked at the black and oppressive crowd: "Beat my father before he died, and threw money after he died, is he a filial son?" Bah! A good funeral, but it was made into a miasma by a dead cripple."

Seeing that the two of them were tiptoeing forward again, as if they weren't listening to him at all, the third uncle was not angry, but held his cane and poked him a few times on the buttocks: "Go and bring a stool for my uncle, my uncle will stand on the stool and watch."

Only then did the two of them come back to their senses, and in a tone full of surprise and doubt, they said "ah" in unison

, and at the same time looked at the third uncle with a face full of disbelief.

The third uncle's face was not red or dry: "The monk can touch it, but I can't touch it?" You can see it, but I can't see it? Don't smash your uncle with any disrespectful. I'm a person who is going to go into the coffin, and I still care about your world going down and the flood is raging? Go and get a stool for my uncle, if it's too late, you won't have to see it."

More than 20 years later, a perverted murderous demon from a "mine village" was caught in Qinghe City. This perverted murderer likes to cut off women's ***. After interrogation, according to the confession of the demon, he followed his grandfather to see a "party" in the village when he was five or six years old, and thus developed a great "interest" in women, and went further and further in this "interest", and finally got out of control.

After this "party", the pervert would often strip off his sister's clothes at home, pick up the underwear of his female classmates at school, and when he grew up a little, he began to linger in Internet cafes, browsing all kinds of illegal websites with colors, movies, and videos.

This pervert is a left-behind child. When he was growing up, even though his school teachers noticed his abnormal behavior, he always lacked parental discipline, causing him to gradually deviate and eventually embark on the path of crime.

Just as the third uncle was tiptoeing, but he didn't see anything, still waiting for the black mole man and the red-faced man to move the stool over, behind the two white flesh that were still writhing charmingly on the stage, a panicked man suddenly appeared, stood on the stage and grabbed the microphone in a panic, shouting into the microphone: "Dead, dead......