The simple villagers didn't know that the drama arranged by Boss Wen was called "Suppression first and then promotion", also known as "First vegetarian and then meat".
A few days ago, it started with sad music. The whine of the suona was accompanied by unique performances such as dragon and lion dance, "face-changing" and "birds paying homage to the phoenix". This was just Wen Boss 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 grand finale at night, Boss Wen even prepared several generators.
In the evening, with the appearance of the gorgeous female host, the atmosphere of the performance suddenly changed, the painting style changed suddenly, and sadness was replaced by liveliness and joy.
After several young women in cool clothes and glamorous makeup performed a few cheerful songs and dances, the male and female hosts began to tease and tease again. More and more villagers and onlookers gathered in the audience, and by the end it was a crowd. , water flowed out, and there was endless laughter, applause, and applause.
In the mutual banter between the male and female hosts, "good quotes frequently appeared", which made many villagers feel refreshed and like a spring breeze.
For example, when they play pairs with each other, the villagers feel that they are right and very interesting. Compared with those babbling and winding pairs and couplets that you can’t even figure out what they mean after looking at them or listening to them for a long time. Much better.
Woman: "People eat fish, fish eat shrimps, shrimps eat water, and the water will come to light."
Man: "If your husband presses you, you press the bed, the bed presses the ground, and the earth shakes."
The villagers laughed and cheered loudly, "Hey!"
Woman: "It's fine during the day."
Man: "The bird will be fine at night."
The strange laughter and applause from the audience immediately started again.
Especially when they included Wen Da as a target of ridicule, it caused a small climax in the atmosphere of onlookers.
Woman: "Boss Wen has become much more relaxed since he found a female secretary."
Man: "I don't think so."
Woman: "Why isn't it easy for a secretary to do something?"
Man: "How can I be relaxed when I have nothing to do as a secretary?"
The laughter, applause and cheers of the villagers sounded like thunder and lasted for a long time.
As a charming woman appeared on the stage, the atmosphere of the performance officially reached its climax.
The woman was wearing a tight-fitting vest and a glittering miniskirt. Under the light, her eyes were shining brightly. When walking on the stage, the woman deliberately swayed her waist and hips, and from time to time lifted her skirt that barely covered her buttocks.
After singing a song while twisting like a water snake on the stage, the woman asked the audience if she sang well.
The huge crowd of onlookers actually replied "OK" in unison.
The woman asked again, do you still want to see it, and do you have any requirements?
Hundreds of people said "I want to see" again in unison, and then the words fell silent. Some shameless person in the crowd shouted at the top of his lungs: "Take off!"
Unexpectedly, the woman immediately answered: "Who wants to take off your clothes? Listen up, take off one piece for 20."
Everyone in the audience was excited and even cheered.
Someone threw 20 yuan on the stage. The woman actually took off her vest and exposed her bra. Someone threw another 20 yuan, and the woman continued to take off her clothes... until she was naked.
Just as the crowd was beside themselves with excitement, another scantily clad woman came on stage, performing a provocative performance with both body and language. Who would have thought that after watching for a while, everyone actually shouted "Take it off" in unison. Before she could speak, crumpled banknotes rained down on her.
The woman soon took off her vagina.
As if the atmosphere at the scene was not warm enough, the original woman ran to the audience and twisted her body in front of an old man. The old man was so frightened that he hid behind him, but the audience immediately burst into laughter.
Later, the woman pushed a young man to the ground and performed actions that made people imagine and imagine, but directly detonated the scene, attracting applause, cheers, whistles, and the sound was like a roaring wave crashing on the shore. It goes on and on, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami roaring, making the noise reach into the clouds.
In the sea of people, many women had their breasts and butts touched a lot for no apparent reason.
Bundle.
At this time, the crowd in the audience had turned into a mess, and on the background wall behind the stage, the solemn portrait of Wenda's father was silently watching the noisy scene in front of him.
On the periphery of the crowd, the villagers who could not watch closely felt disappointed and disappointed. They couldn't help but praise such a grand funeral in front of them.
"What a decent funeral!" A man wearing a trousers and shirt, a pair of slippers on his feet, and his trousers rolled up at his knees stood on the ridge of the field, looking up and admiring sincerely. His cheeks were red, and he didn't know whether he was drinking during the dinner or was stimulated by the hot scene in front of him.
"A rich burial, a rare burial in a hundred years!" The man who replied was wearing a pair of pointed leather shoes, pants and a vest. He had a black mole on the corner of his mouth. He stood on tiptoe and looked into the sea of people, but he could only see dark heads.
"Old Man Wen should be content with having a son like Wen Laizi." The red-faced man withdrew his gaze and deeply agreed with the man with the mole's words of "a grand burial." "Wen Laizi has raised the standard of funerals in our village, let alone No one could hold such a grand funeral in the past, and in the future, I dare not say that in decades, at least within ten years, no one will be able to hold such a lively funeral."
As if being troubled by the words of the red-faced man, the man with the black mole also looked away and sighed: "My old man can't eat during this period, so he can only drink some rice porridge. It seems that the time to report to Marx is not far away. .”
"The old man was lying in bed and heard the commotion in Wen Laizi's place. He mentioned Wen Laizi's "Well done" to me several times. The implication was that he wanted me to follow Wen Laizi's example and organize his funeral in the same way. It was beautiful. But he only heard the sound and never saw the scene. How could I possibly create such a huge pomp. In front of the old man, I never dared to answer the phone."
At this time, the two sexy young women returned to the stage and were doing various provocative movements. Many men in the audience were already blushing, their eyes were glowing green, and they were almost bleeding all over the floor.
The red-faced man disapproved and pointed to the stage: "As long as you invite this person from the song and dance troupe, you will learn the essence of this funeral. As for other expenses, we are not lame. If we can't get him to his level, it is normal." "
The man with the black mole's eyes lit up, but then he immediately fell into despair: "This... I don't know if it's expensive, or if we can afford it."
The red-faced man slapped him on the back of the head: "You are an unfilial son. You are organizing a funeral for your father and you still care about money. When you have time, ask Wen Laizi how much it costs to hire this song and dance troupe. If you don't have any money, you can borrow it." Well, just ask Wen Laizi to borrow it. This damn lame guy is not short of money anyway, and you are organizing a funeral for dad, so he has no reason not to borrow it. He is a filial son, and there is no reason not to let others be filial sons."
The man with the black mole touched the back of his head and then his cheek: "You are right. There is a funeral for this lame man. If I do it too coldly, I will not be able to live with it... I still have to eat some. Son's dignity..."
"A filial son is nothing, a respectable son is nothing... immoral, shameless." An old man with a white beard walked along the field ridge with a cane, his back arched and trembling slightly, stopped on one side, and held the cane in his hand. The man poked his shoulder, "Don't imitate the lame man. This funeral is not for the dead, but for the living. It's for him to smell the lame man's own face."
The two shouted "third uncle". They didn't say anything, but the expressions on their faces showed that although they couldn't find anything wrong with Third Uncle's words, they didn't think there was anything wrong with what Wen Laizi did. Especially the man with the black mole, obviously did not listen to the third uncle's words: "Don't imitate the cripple".
When the third uncle saw the perfunctory expressions on their faces, he didn't care. Instead, he looked at the dark crowd and said, "You beat your father when he was alive and threw money at him after he died. How can you be considered a filial son? Bah! It's a normal funeral, but he was killed by a dead lame man. It’s made a mess.”
Seeing the two people in front of him standing on tiptoes and looking forward, as if they were not listening to him at all, the third uncle was not angry, but he took the crutch and poked the two of them on the buttocks a few times: "Go and bring uncle a ticket." Here comes the stool, my uncle wants to stand on the stool and watch."
The two of them came back to their senses and said "Ah" in unison with a tone full of surprise and questions.
, and at the same time looked at the third uncle with disbelief.
The third uncle's face was not red and his ears were calm: "The monk can touch it, but I can't touch it? You can see it, but I can't see it? Don't hit my uncle with such disrespectful nonsense. I am the one who is going to be in the coffin. Do you care that your world is declining and the floods are raging? Go quickly and get a stool for your uncle. If it's too late, you won't be able to watch."
More than twenty years later, a perverted murderous pervert from the "Landmine Village" was captured in Qinghe City. This perverted murderer likes to cut off women's vaginas. After interrogation, it was revealed by the sex demon that when he was five or six years old, he followed his grandfather to a "party" in the village. From this, he developed a great "interest" in women, and he went further and further in this "interest" , and finally got out of hand.
After this "party", the pervert often took off her sister's clothes at home, and took off the underwear of female classmates at school. When she grew up a little, she began to linger in Internet cafes, browsing various illegal websites and pornographic websites. Movies, videos.
This pervert is a left-behind child. As he grew up, even though his school teachers discovered his abnormal behavior, he always lacked parental discipline, which caused him to gradually go astray and eventually embark on the path of crime.
Just as the third uncle stood on tiptoe but saw nothing, and was still waiting for the man with the black mole and the man with the red face to bring the stools, a panicked man suddenly appeared behind the two groups of white flesh still writhing coquettishly on the stage. On the stage, he hurriedly grabbed the microphone and shouted into the microphone: "People are dead, people are dead..."
