Sister-in-law comes for treatment

Du Riyue frowned: "What kind of society is it now? Technology has developed to this day.

You are still practicing feudal superstition.

Too ignorant and too backward.

do you know?

Where I live in Japan, there is no such thing as ghost.

That’s called modern society. Let me tell you, I don’t believe in superstition.

Just bury it at night. "

The village chief got angry when he heard this: "What a feudal superstition, this is a custom.

I went to high school, so I naturally know that there are no ghosts in the world.

But when my parents are buried, they must pay tribute. On Qingming Festival, July 15th, October 1st, and during the Chinese New Year, I will also go to the grave to burn incense.

This is the memory and remembrance of our ancestors.

So don’t use your tactics and refute me here.

Must be buried tomorrow. "

Du Riyue was anxious, he knew what he had done.

If someone were to find out, or if someone kept waiting for him to come back, it would be dangerous to take him for a second longer.

Seeing how stubborn the village chief was, he spoke again: "Village Chief, what you said is right, but I can't leave because I'm working there.

Must go back tomorrow.

Otherwise I won't have a job. "

He knows the people in this village very well, if he comes back with huge wealth.

People are envious, jealous, and even come back to borrow money, and some come to ask for help.

For example, this is how Du Rongsheng got involved with him.

However, if he said that he was financially strapped and living in difficulty, people in the village would gossip and sympathize with him.

He was ready to play the bitterness card.

The village chief didn't believe it: "Aren't you doing well?

Besides, burying the old man is not as big a matter as it is a big deal.

In ancient times, when a parent passed away, officials had to observe mourning for three years.

Even in modern times, companies must approve leave and let people come back to attend funerals.

Is your unit unable to do even this? "

Du Riyue said with an embarrassed look: "They don't have such rules there, and I'm helpless.

I can't dirty my mother and lose my job. How will I live in the future?

Well, this time I will convert all my savings into RMB.

There are about 100,000 yuan, which is considered as my mother’s burial expenses.

I'll give you the money, and you can help me make arrangements. "

This is his trump card. As long as he does it properly, he doesn't believe that the village chief will not arrange it.

The village chief looked at Qian, his eyes rolled around, and after a moment he said: "You do have difficulties, I can understand.

Let me talk to the villagers, using my old face, and ask them to help dig the grave and prepare for the funeral.

He will be laid to rest tonight! "

Since there was money to be made, he decided to bury him first.

As long as the old lady is buried, the scandal of the old lady dying alone in the house with no one to care will disappear completely.

Seeing this, Du Riyue smiled and said: "Thank you, village chief, for troubling you.

Then go and do it as soon as possible. "

After the village chief received the money, he stopped talking nonsense, immediately arranged manpower and started getting busy.

First find the old clothes and put them on for burial.

Because the corpse looked so miserable and the smell was nauseating, a few experienced people took a sip of wine in their mouths and put on masks to reject the smell.

After a busy period of work, he put on the shroud and then directly carried him into the pavilion for burial.

In addition, someone was sent to the ground to dig the grave, and a small excavator was used to dig the grave in half an hour.

Next comes the ceremony.

Set up the memorial tent, set up the offering table, put on the incense burner...

The sun has set, and under the dim lights, everyone is busy.

Many women in the village talked about it: "In the middle of the night, people carry soul-calling flags, scatter paper money, and carry out funerals.

It feels a bit seeping. "

"It feels like a ghost king getting a wife."

"You have watched too many movies. This is not a Chinese Ghost Story. This is a real burial."

"At night, it's already eerie, but now I'm a little scared."

"My mother stinks when she dies. It's already unfilial, but she still has a funeral at night. This is unbecoming of a human being."

"Having such a son will bring you bad luck for eight lifetimes."

……

Wang Tiezhu has been sitting in the van, quietly watching the people in the village being busy.

Yang Jun was a little anxious: "When will we take action?

If he buries his mother, the man will run away. "

Wang Tiezhu said with a smile: "Don't worry, we can't run. There is only one way for the village chief to go out.

And the old man died early. "

Yang Jun nodded: "You are right, I will rest in peace.

I'm a little impatient. "

Wang Tiezhu opened the car door: "Let's go, it's getting dark, let's mingle with the crowd and join in the fun."

Yang Jun was already sitting impatiently: "I feel uncomfortable sitting all over, so let's go and take a look."

The two people got out of the car and walked to Wang Lingtang's seat.

When I arrived, I saw many people from the village coming to offer incense and pay their respects.

Yang Jun touched Wang Tiezhu's arm and said, "Worshiping at night makes me feel scared."

Wang Tiezhu also felt uncomfortable. It was the first time he saw someone burying someone at night, but he said very harshly: "There are so many people, what are you afraid of?"

After the funeral ceremony was held, the old man's wrestling began.

Du Riyue was so anxious that she reached out to pick up the basin and threw it on the ground. She didn't care at all that the people next to her told her that they had to go to the entrance of the village to break the rules.

The village chief's face has always been ugly. Although he accepted the money, he still felt unhappy.

He also wanted to end the funeral quickly: "Start carrying the coffin on the road."

A group of people carried the coffin on the road.

The village chief walked in front with a flashlight, and someone even set off firecrackers.

Du Riyue called Du Rongsheng to him: "Please help me do something.

When I came back, the return flight ticket I booked was not for tomorrow.

I was originally planning to stay for two days, but now that I can leave today, I have to change my stay.

You take my procedures and go to the airport to help me change my ticket.

I'll go through the process and I'll come later. "

Du Rongsheng left with nothing in his pocket.

Wang Tiezhu was three or four meters away from the two of them. When he saw Du Rongsheng leaving, he had no intention of chasing after Du Rongsheng.

Today I am looking for Du Riyue.

Following the funeral procession, to the sad sound of the suona, they walked towards the fields.

The cemetery is a bit far from the village, and it took half an hour of walking to get there.

Wang Tiezhu stood on the side of the road, not moving forward.

A group of people were busy burying and sealing the earth, and then began to burn paper money.

It illuminated half of the sky red.

The cool breeze blows gently and the stars in the sky are bright.

But Wang Tiezhu always felt eerie and wanted to leave quickly.

Yang Jun touched Wang Tiezhu's arm: "Master, it's almost time. Let's go, let's drive to block people on the road."

Wang Tiezhu nodded: "Let's go, block the road first."

The two people returned to the village, drove the van two miles outside the village entrance, and then parked the van in the middle of the road.

The two people got out of the car, turned on the flashlight function of their mobile phones, and then squatted down on the front wheel.

From a distance, it looks like a tire is being repaired.

Twenty minutes later.

A car came slowly.

When we arrived not far from the van, we stopped.

Du Rongsheng poked his head out of the cab: "Hey, give way."

Wang Tiezhu smiled and said: "Sorry, there is something wrong with our tires."

Du Riyue's face showed impatience: "When the tire broke, I drove the car to the side of the road to have it repaired.

Don't block the road.

Move away quickly. "

Wang Tiezhu took out a cigarette, walked towards Du Riyue, and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm blocking your way.

Just wait another ten minutes and it will be fine, don't worry. "

Du Riyue saw Wang Tiezhu passing by and said, "Don't come over, I don't smoke."

Wang Tiezhu said with a smile: "I am a good smoker. Even if I drive a bad car, the cigarettes I smoke are definitely good smokers.

Twenty yuan a pack. "

Du Riyue curled her lips after hearing this: "I'm not used to smoking ordinary cigarettes, all I smoke is cigars.

A fifty, do you have a Brazilian cigar? "

Seeing Wang Tiezhu coming over, he glanced at Wang Tiezhu with a slight disdain.

Wang Tiezhu smiled and said: "I don't have a cigar... but I have fists."

As he spoke, he punched Du Riyue in the face.

bang~

He punched Du Riyue on the temple.

Du Riyue had already passed out before she could react.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the stars in the sky, and the smell of fireworks and incense was still floating on the tip of my nose.

He opened his eyes and saw his mother's grave at a glance.

He was stunned for a moment, and then remembered being punched and knocked unconscious.

He jumped up, and a bright light shone over him, and he subconsciously covered his eyes.

When his eyes adjusted to the environment, he saw clearly that it was a young man pointing the light of his cell phone flashlight at him.

For no reason, he began to feel frightened in his heart, and asked nervously: "You...who are you?"

What do you want to do? "

Wang Tiezhu pointed at Yang Jun and said: "I will introduce you to a person. His name is Yang Jun. There is a sect of Chinese medicine called the Attacking Evil Sect.

His grandfather is a descendant of the evil-attacking sect.

Nicknamed Thirteen Needles!

You should know it! "