Old lady Lian attached herself to Old Man Lian and flew to Lianshui with a whoosh.

He slapped the water twice, and the sound sounded so loud that Jiang Qingran, who was standing in the distance, heard it clearly.

"Stinky boy, your mother and I haven't received the silver ticket yet.

You don't even know my own mother's grave, and you still have a hard time with the fortune teller.

All the paper you have burned for so many years has been burned by an old man, and I think the flowers have to look at his eyes.

I want to spend my silver ticket and I have to look at the eyes of outsiders, why do you have to find a father behind my back? Even the old lady said that she was emotional, and increased the strength of her hand.

Lian Shui changed his movements left and right, and Jiang Qingran counted the number of slaps that Old Lady Lian had slapped.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 15, 20, 25, 35, 45, 55, 65, 75, 85, 95, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 03, 05......

Jiang Qingran counted and counted, and was stunned.

She couldn't remember where she had counted, but she knew that there were a lot of slaps even from the water.

Old Madam Lian couldn't move anymore attached to Old Man Lian, and she panted with her hands on her waist.

Jiang Qingran looked at it from a distance, Lian Shui's face was flushed, and his face was densely covered with slap prints.

His face was so swollen that it was no different from a pig's head, and it was impossible to tell it was him without looking at his clothes.

Even the old lady was addicted, and she was angry enough, so she left the old man's body.

Even the old man slowly fell to the ground.

The fortune teller crouched down and sniffed at the old man, and after a moment he shook his head.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy." Lian Shui covered his red and swollen face with both hands and shouted at the top of his voice.

Even the old man was carried into the coffin by his subordinates, and Mr. Yin and Yang returned to the house to continue the task he had interrupted.

The fortune teller sat on the sidelines and said a word or two to Mr. Yin and Yang from time to time.

Jiang Qingran arranged manpower in the courtyard, and everyone performed their duties.

Meal time is what Lian Shui is looking forward to the most, and when it was his turn to eat, he found that there were no two dishes on the table that he wanted to eat.

"Big sister, why don't you have braised carp and sweet and sour pork strips on the table?" Lian Shui has been busy for a long time, and he wants to eat these two dishes the most at the moment.

"Master Lian, the cuisine of our red work is different from that of white work.

The two dishes that even the old man wants to eat are Honghuo cuisine. Jiang Qingran discussed with the two shopkeepers, she can make the braised carp and sweet and sour pork strips herself, and she is not allowed to sell them in restaurants outside.

If she sells it to other restaurants without permission, she needs to compensate the two shopkeepers for the silver of the restaurant.

"The cuisine is still different, isn't it?" Lian Shui was disappointed.

Jiang Qingran really wanted to ask Shang Lianshui, did he hold a funeral ceremony for his father, or did he want to eat meat dishes?

For the sake of today's special day for the old man, she still don't want to be unhappy, so that Lian Shui won't come to the stage.

"Even the old man works hard, and the old man can eat the dishes of the red work." Jiang Qingran quipped.

Lian Shui shook his head, he was old, so don't think about that unrealistic thing.

Let the young people make it happen.

When Lian Shui stood in front of the mourning shed to guard filial piety, he looked up at the weather, and it was time to send the funeral.

Jiang Qingran stood in the courtyard, a sad expression appeared on his face, and he began to sing crying songs with a sad tone.

As soon as the paper money is burned, Dad, it's good for you to go.

My son and I threw myself on my knees, tears streaming down my face.

As soon as the copper coins were scattered, my father ran to the avenue.

Daughter-in-law, I burn boys and girls, and my father is not bored on the other side.

Suona blows, Dad, you can go with peace of mind.

Son, I promise to be filial and not let my mother suffer and suffer.

Erhu pulls, dad goes to heaven.

Daughter-in-law, I am so filial to my mother, and I will definitely make my mother feel comfortable.

As soon as the rooster crowed, Daddy Mo looked back.

Son, I won't mess around, make sure my mother can rest assured that she will support her old age.

As soon as the sun shines, the lord leans in front of the Buddha.

Grandson, I swore in front of the Buddha that I would let the milk be happy haha.

As soon as the oil lamp blew, he ran to the bright place.

Grandson, I promise not to steal or gamble, so that the family will be well-off.

After the song was finished, Jiang Qingran arranged for the Lianshui family to put copper plates, food, and paper money in the four corners of the coffin.

The things are put away, the coffin is closed, and everyone finds their own companions to load the warehouse.

Lianshui and the housekeeper formed a pair, and they began to twist with yellow sheet paper in their hands.

Jiang Qingran watched from the sidelines, and even the water twisted very happily,

Let everyone line up in order, take their things and go to the grave of Old Man Lian.

Liu Dapang and Qian Qiujia followed behind, blowing suona and pulling the erhu with great interest.

Everywhere they went, their voices drifted far and long.

Not long after Jiang Qingran returned home and lay down, Su Yuxing came to report.

"Mother, even the old man's coffin was halfway lifted, and the pole carrying the coffin was broken.

Everyone was stunned in place, and the fortune teller and Mr. Yin and Yang blurted out at the same time that the big murderer was the worst, and the two of them worked together to solve the problem. "When Su Yuxing had an accident, he hid far away.

He secretly observes in a certain corner, and only then does he jump out until the fortune teller and Mr. Yin and Yang have settled it.

"Huh? Even the old man is not right, and even the old man has a big opinion? Jiang Qingran seemed to have vaguely heard someone mention that the fracture in the process of carrying the coffin was a big culprit, but he didn't know why.

"I don't know, no one knows why." Su Yuxing secretly asked Mr. Yin Yang and the fortune teller in private, and the two of them were tight-lipped and no one said the reason, and it was the big murderer to ask.

No matter what he said, the two of them never said it in that direction.

"Okay, there's nothing going on at night lately, so try not to go out." Jiang Qingran reminded.

I don't know why, I vaguely feel that something is going to happen in my heart.

Su Yuzhuang listened to Jiang Qingran's words and didn't go out at night.

Su Yuxing, who loves to go out, also stayed at home and didn't go out to play.

When night fell, Jiang Qingran was about to lie down on the kang to sleep after washing, and saw that the village was brightly lit.

On fire?

Jiang Qingran's first feeling was that whose house was on fire, otherwise why was the bright area so big?

Curious to curious, she didn't go out to check.

When I was in a daze, I was shaken awake.

"Mother, no, three people died in the village overnight." Qian Qiujia woke up Jiang Qingran, who was still sleeping.

Jiang Qingran sat up in a daze, and didn't react for a while.

"Mother, three people died in the village overnight." Qian Qiujia had the courage to repeat.

"What? Three people died in a row? ”

Iniquity.

Jiang Qingran put on her clothes, who likes to accept this white job list, she won't accept it anyway.

"The eldest daughter-in-law, you heard your mother say that these three families died more fiercely, you tell the family, who came to invite your mother to be a guest of honor, said that your mother fell ill overnight last night and couldn't take the order." Jiang Qingran admonished.

It's true that she loves silver, but she can't take everything.

Some of the silver should be earned by others, and she is not greedy.

Qian Qiujia didn't know the purpose of her mother's doing, but she still learned it with Su Yuzhuang and the others as it was.

"Yuxing, is my aunt at home?" A young man's voice was pounding on the door outside the door.