Mrs. Lian attached herself to Mr. Lian and flew to Lian Shui.
He slapped twice in the face, and the sound was so loud that Jiang Qingran, who was standing far away, heard it clearly.
"Bad boy, your mother, I haven't counted whether I have received the banknote or not.
You don't even know the grave of my own mother, and you still have a quarrel with a fortune teller.
All the paper you have burned over the years has been burned by an old man. I think you have to look at him.
If I want to spend my money, I have to look at other people's opinions. Why do you want to find a father behind my back? " Mrs. Lian said something emotional and increased the intensity of her hands.
Lian Shui changed his movements from left to right, and Jiang Qingran counted the number of slaps Mrs. Lian received.
One, two, three, four, five, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty-five, forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five, eighty-five, ninety-five, one hundred , one hundred and one, one hundred and two, zero three, zero five...
Jiang Qingran counted again and again, and was confused.
She couldn't remember where she counted, but she only knew that Lian Shui received a lot of slaps.
Mrs. Lian couldn't move her body anymore, she put her hands on her hips and panted.
Jiang Qingran looked from a distance and saw that Lian Shui's face was red and there were dense slap marks on his face.
His face was so swollen that it looked like a pig's head, and you couldn't tell it was him without looking at his clothes.
Mrs. Lian had enough beatings and was angry enough, so she left Mr. Lian's body.
Mr. Lian slowly fell to the ground.
The fortune teller knelt down and sniffed Mr. Lian. 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 lungs.
Mr. Lian was carried into the coffin by the servants, and Mr. Yin Yang returned to the house to continue the task he interrupted.
The fortune teller sat aside and talked to Mr. Yin Yang from time to time.
Jiang Qingran arranged people in the yard, and everyone performed their duties.
Lian Shui looked forward to meal time the most. When it was his turn to eat, he found that the two dishes he wanted to eat were not placed on the table.
"Sister, why aren't there braised carp and sweet and sour pork strips on the table?" Lian Shui has been busy for a long time and wants to eat these two dishes the most right now.
"Master Lian, our red and white cuisines are different.
The two dishes that Mr. Lian wanted to eat were from Honghuo cuisine. "Jiang Qingran negotiated with the two shopkeepers that she can make the braised carp and sweet and sour pork strips herself, but is not allowed to sell them to outside restaurants.
If she sells it privately to other restaurants, she needs to compensate the two shopkeepers for the money of the restaurant.
"The cuisine is still different?" Lian Shui was disappointed.
Jiang Qingran really wanted to ask Lian Shui if he was holding a funeral ceremony for his father, or did he want to eat meat dishes?
Seeing as today was Mr. Lian's special day, she had better not find any trouble and prevent Lian Shuixi from coming to the stage.
"Even if I work hard, I can eat popular cuisine." Jiang Qingran joked.
Lian Shui shook his head. He was old and it was better not to think about unrealistic things.
Old age brings children, let young people realize it.
When Lian Shui stood in front of the coffin to observe mourning until You, he looked up at the weather and saw that it was time for the funeral.
Jiang Qingran stood in the yard with a sad expression on his face, and started singing a crying song with a tragic tone.
Once the paper money is burned, dad, please go away.
Son, I fell to my knees with tears streaming down my face.
As soon as the copper coins were scattered, Dad ran towards the main road.
Daughter-in-law, I will spend time with boys and girls, and my father will not be bored on the other side.
When the suona blows, dad, you can go in peace.
Son, I promise to be filial and not let my mother suffer.
If you play the erhu, dad will go to heaven.
My daughter-in-law, I am so filial to my mother, I will definitely make her feel happy.
When the rooster crows, don't look back.
My son, I will not do anything stupid, so I can make sure that my mother can take care of herself in her old age.
As soon as the sun shines, I go to the Buddha.
My grandson, I swear in front of Buddha that I will make you happy.
As soon as the oil lamp blew, I ran towards the light.
My grandson, I promise not to steal or gamble, so that my family can be well off.
After the song ended, Jiang Qingran arranged for the Lianshui family to put copper plates, food, and paper money into the four corners of the coffin.
Things were put away, the coffin was closed, and everyone found their companions to load it up.
Lian Shui and the housekeeper paired up and started twisting the yellow form paper in their hands.
Jiang Qingran watched from the side, with Lianshui twisting very happily,
Let everyone line up in order, pick up their belongings and go to Mr. Lian’s grave.
Big Fatty Liu and Qian Qiujia followed behind, playing the suona and playing the erhu with great interest.
Wherever they went, their voices floated far and wide.
Not long after Jiang Qingran returned home and lay down, Su Yuxing came to report.
“Mom, even halfway through carrying the old man’s coffin, the pole carrying the coffin broke.
Everyone stood there dumbfounded. The fortune teller and the yin-yang man blurted out the bad news at the same time. The two of them worked together to solve the problem. "When something happened to Su Yuxing, he hid far away.
He secretly observed in a corner, and did not jump out until the fortune teller and the yin and yang were settled.
"Ah? Isn't it possible that even the old man has a big opinion about the couple?" Jiang Qingran seemed to have vaguely heard someone mention that breaking the coffin during the process of carrying the coffin was a serious disaster, but he didn't know the reason.
"I don't know, no one knows what the reason is." Su Yuxing secretly asked Mr. Yin Yang and the fortune teller in private. The two people were tight-lipped and no one said the reason. It would be a big mistake to ask.
No matter what he said, the two of them never said that.
"Okay, there's nothing much going on at night recently, so try not to go out." Jiang Qingran reminded.
I don’t know why, but I have a vague feeling that something is going to happen.
Su Yuzhuang and others followed Jiang Qingran's advice and no one went out at night.
Su Yuxing's favorite person also stayed at home and did not go out to play.
As night fell, Jiang Qingran was about to lie down on the kang to sleep after washing up, when she saw the village lights brightly lit.
on fire?
Jiang Qingran's first thought was whose house was on fire. Otherwise, why would the bright area be so large?
Out of curiosity, she didn't go out to check.
When I was dazed, I was shaken awake.
"Mom, it's bad, three people died in the village overnight." Qian Qiujia woke up Jiang Qingran who was still sleeping.
Jiang Qingran sat up in confusion and didn't react for a while.
"Mom, three people died in the village overnight." Qian Qiujia boldly repeated.
"What? Three people died in a row?"
Doing evil.
Jiang Qingran put on her clothes. Who would like to take this free job? She wouldn't take it anyway.
"Boss, my wife, you heard from my mother that these three families died more violently. Tell your family that anyone who comes to ask me to be their guest will say that she fell ill last night and can't take orders." Jiang Qingran warned.
She likes the money to be genuine, but she can't accept all orders.
Some money should be earned by others, but she is not greedy.
Qian Qiujia didn't know her mother's purpose of doing this, but she still learned it from Su Yuzhuang and others.
"Yuxing, is Aunt at home?" There was a young man's voice outside the door, tapping the door hastily.
