Wangjia Village is not far from Li City. Wang Dayong drove an ox cart and entered the village in more than an hour.
Qin Liuxi sat in the car and looked out. Wangjia Village was not far from Li City, which was of great benefit. The roads and even the houses in this village were relatively clean and new. The crops on both sides of the road were growing very well. Moreover, Looking at the surrounding mountains in the distance, and the water vapor in the air, it must be that there are rivers, mountains and water. Wangjiacun can be said to have good Feng Shui.
After entering the village, someone greeted Wang Dayong, and one of them hurriedly said: "Dayong, you are back, please go home quickly. The Hu family brought a Shinto over, saying they wanted to see what was going on with your father's coffin."
"What?" Wang Dayong was shocked. The Hu family is his stepmother's natal family, and they came with the Shinto. Who knows whether they are sincerely helping or trying to cause trouble.
He shouted back: "Master, sit still."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo whip in his hand fell on the cow, causing the cow to feel pain and run forward.
Qin Liuxi also heard what the villager said and raised his eyebrows. Someone came to cut off the beard first?
The old horse knew the way, and so did the ox, and soon carried Wang Dayong and others back to Wang's house.
"Master, we're here." Wang Dayong got out of the car to pick him up, but saw Qin Liuxi jumping out of the car.
Qin Liuxi looked at the majestic house with white banners and white lanterns in front of him for the funeral. He looked up at the house with his hands behind his back. He felt that there was indeed a thick layer of gray resentment, but it had not yet become evil, otherwise the funeral would have happened. Those who express condolences have something wrong with them.
"Your family is indeed quite wealthy."
Wang Dayong rubbed his hands together, smiled and said, "My father is the village chief of Wangjia Village."
Qin Liuxi showed such an expression. No wonder the funeral was held with great style. There were tables and chairs outside the house. Villagers who came to help or express condolences looked over curiously, biting their ears and talking softly.
"Who is this? Didn't Dayong go to the city to re-order the coffin lid? Why did he bring two young men with him?"
"Could it be that he was an acquaintance of the village chief and came to express his condolences upon learning that he died?"
"No way, the village chief is the village chief, how can he meet such a noble young man? He looks like a young man from a big family."
"Yes, yes, this style is different from the children in our village."
There are village children such as Goudan Gou Sheng Ji Tou who are about the same age as Qin Liuxi. They are jealous and disdainful. How can they beat these delicate young masters?
Her face is still so white, like a little girl's skin, ugh.
But she is really noble and good-looking.
Qin Liuxi's sharp ears took all these comments and looks into his eyes, and he smiled slightly, which made people unable to look away.
"Brother, you're back. Go in quickly. The Hu family's brothers came to find a Shinto, saying that our house is not clean and there are evil spirits at work." A girl with slightly dark skin wearing a mourning hat ran out quickly and saw Qin Liuxi, who was behind him, couldn't help but be stunned. He subconsciously stretched out his linen clothes and asked, "Who is this?"
"Cuilian, this is..."
"I'm from Guanji Coffin Shop." Qin Liuxi said before Wang Dayong.
Wang Dayong was stunned for a moment, not understanding why she said that, but when he thought about it, it was right, she was now the owner of the coffin shop.
"Oh, is it Guan Ji who helped my father make the coffin? Isn't he an old man? Why is he a young man here?" Wang Cuilian said.
"Mr. Guan has passed away. I heard from your elder brother that there was something wrong with the coffin from the shop, so I came over to take a look." Qin Liuxi said with a smile.
After hearing this explanation, Wang Cuilian gave a casual salute to Qin Liuxifu: "Thank you very much. Brother, come in quickly."
Wang Dayong looked at Qin Liuxi, saw her nodding, and quickly walked in.
Qin Liuxi followed, taking stock of the Wang family's structure and personnel.
As the village chief's home, the Wang family is indeed more impressive than other village households. Not to mention the fact that there are cows in the family, this house is a large house with one entrance, square in shape, with three main rooms and one east wing. , a west wing, a small ear room, and a large courtyard in front of the house. There is a well in the south corner of the courtyard. There are also tables and chairs in the courtyard for people to express their condolences or do things.
Behind the Wang family's house, they also surrounded an acre of land to grow vegetables, built a thatched house, and a woodshed.
On the way here, Qin Liuxi and Wang Dayong found out the current population situation of the Wang family. His biological mother died six years ago, and less than a year later, Village Chief Wang remarried.
He had four brothers and two sisters in his generation. The second among them met a big insect and died when he went hunting in the mountains. His wife remarried before she had a baby at that time. The third child is a free-spirited man. He married a wife last year, but within the first half of the year, they got divorced due to disagreements. The fourth child was born to his stepmother and is only four years old this year.
Two sisters, the eldest sister married a salesman, and followed the salesman all over the country to do business. Now he has settled in the Northeast. His father died before he had time to send the message. The younger sister is Wang Cuilian just now, sixteen years old. At the age of 18, I made an appointment with a family in Tianjia Village next door. I had planned to marry him years ago. But now that my father died suddenly, I had no choice but to move the wedding date forward and take advantage of the hot filial piety to get things done.
The mourning hall was located in the main house. Villagers who came to help looked and discussed at the door. There was quite a noise in the house, and there was also a hint of crying.
Wang Dayong ignored Qin Liuxi and quickly entered the mourning hall.
Qin Liuxi also stepped forward. Some people saw that she was dressed luxuriously, so for some reason they did not dare to stop her, but let her walk in easily.
In the middle of the mourning hall, there was a red coffin. The head of the coffin was pitch black because it was damaged due to the burning of kerosene. But where no one else could see it, Qin Liuxi saw a fat little old man wearing a shroud squatting down. The person on the coffin was pointing at people and yelling curses. The words that came out of his mouth...
Qin Liuxi dug his ears.
If you can listen to it without paying, it's very filthy.
She followed the finger of the unfortunate old Wang and her eyes fell on the face of a pale young woman wearing a mourning hat and linen clothes. She was about to cry and looked pitiful.
If you want to be pretty, be filial.
This is true. When Mr. Hu was crying in mourning clothes, it made the men feel distressed. You can tell by looking at the eyes of the men in the room.
Is it just her appearance? Haha, an old man and a young wife are not a peaceful person.
"Pretending, bah." Wang Cuilian gritted her teeth and sighed.
Qin Liuxi raised his eyebrows lightly, this Wang family is really interesting.
"Third brother, what's going on?" Wang Dayong pulled over his third brother Wang Sanquan and frowned: "Why did the Hu family come looking for some kind of Shinto? Why didn't you stop it?"
Wang Sanquan's eyes flashed and he said: "Brother, everyone is here, let's listen to what he says first. We can't keep dad's coffin unable to be lifted and buried, right? Isn't he being restrained by something?"
Qin Liuxi looked over, her eyes fell on his face for a moment, her eyes condensed, and her smile faded slightly.
"I'm going to kill you, you're the one who killed me, you're the one who killed me, you're the one who killed me, you're the one who killed me!" The little old man rushed over and slapped Wang Sanquan in the face.
(End of chapter)
