Chapter 457

Mats were laid on both sides of the coffin. At this time, the brothers and sisters of the Zhou family were all there. Man Bao looked around and wanted to sit down with his eldest sister, but he was pulled by Zhou Dalang and whispered, "just sit here with my eldest brother. Remember to return the gift when the guests come to the memorial service later. Do you know how to return the gift?"

Man Bao hesitated and nodded.

The old Zhou family has never had a funeral, but other families in the village have. Man Bao has also been there. He knows that the filial sons on both sides should bend down and bow their heads in return.

Just after the dawn of genius, a guest came to the door with a memorial tablet. The first to arrive was the Qian family, and then some families in the village.

Many people in the old Zhou family and the village borrowed tables, chairs and benches. Knowing that there were many people eating, they simply put them under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village along the road in front of the old Zhou family.

The food is also distributed to the neighbors' homes for cooking, and each family is responsible for ten tables. In this way, the chopped meat is distributed to each family, as well as bags of flour mixed with wheat bran

No one thinks it's wrong to invite so many people. It's not a big family. Who can have a table with white flour and white rice?

What's more, after the disaster, Lao Zhou pressed his wife's hand, put on his shoes and went out, "cousin, cousin, are you here?"

Boss Zhang frowned. "You're a brother. Why do you sit there?"

The second brother looked around and said, "elder brother, you don't care about him. I'm sorry, cousin. By the way, where shall we sit?"

A young man came up and said, "it's Zhang's cousin. Come on, your table is in the yard. I'll take you."

Zhang Laoer handed the small bag he had brought to the person who received the memorial ceremony at the door. They all kept secret names. They directly walked over with their hands on their backs, looked at the table and said, "this table is not enough."

The voice just fell. The people behind the Zhang family finally arrived. Hula came in. A lot of people, men, women and children crowded into a pile. One even held it in his arms and looked at it as if it was only seven or eight months old.

Don't talk about one table. None of the three tables can sit down.

Lao Zhou stared at the people he knew or didn't know.

Qian frowned, but she didn't speak or get up. Instead, she grabbed a handful of millet knots and threw them into the brazier, making it crackle.

Thinking of the steamed bread and vegetables that so many people were going to eat, old Zhou felt a pain. He stretched out his hand to hold boss Zhang, pulled him aside and asked, "cousin, who are these? Why don't I know several of them?"

Boss Zhang's face sank and said, "so you married your daughter-in-law and forgot your mother. Who is not your cousin? Those two are from my uncle's family, and those are from my second aunt's family... "

"Second aunt?" Old Zhou's face was a little black. "Isn't my mother the only daughter, Grandpa and grandma? Why do you have a second aunt?"

"It's aunt Tang!"

Fuck!

Old Zhou almost couldn't help scolding. He couldn't speak with his mouth, and his heart was so painful.

But he had a lot of psychological activities. He stared at boss Zhang. If it weren't for his uncle's son, he really wanted to, really wanted to

Lao Zhou closed his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "cousin, you sit first, sit first, no, no, give incense to your second brother first..."

"Incense for a while," said Zhang Laoer, who came over with a bowl of water. "Cousin, it's almost noon. Haven't you opened your meal yet? We went out early in the morning and came here. We were hungry. We'd better eat first and then smell incense. "

"Yes," said an old lady with a sad face, "we adults can be hungry, but children can't be hungry."

Old Zhou tou turned around and was about to leave. The village head finally squeezed in from the outside and hurriedly said, "come on, come on, this is cousin Zhang. It hasn't been seen for many years. How are you?"

"OK."

"How can it be considered OK? Look, uncle Yin is younger than your son. You even came in person. Uncle Yin knows how happy he is. Come on, let's give uncle Yin incense first, and I'll ask the kitchen to prepare meals for you first."

Finally, he comforted the Zhang family. The village head pulled Lao Zhou's head aside and said in a sweat: "Uncle Jin, today is a big day for uncle Yin. You have to hold your temper. Don't you just have more people coming? Just bear it, just bear it."

"How can I bear it? His family brought me three tables, all of which may not be able to sit down," said old Zhou tou. "He's my uncle's family. It's unreasonable not to call. If you call, your direct relatives will come. What's the number of turns? My uncle and aunt's son has also been brought to me. How much do I have to do with them, and how much does my Zhou Yin have to do with them?"

"Come on, come on, come on, it's your heart."

Lao Zhou was so angry that he swallowed the breath. As a result, uncle Lai's son brought two small bags before he breathed out. He looked embarrassed and said, "brother Jin, what do you think of this?"

He opened the bag for Lao Zhou to see.

Lao Zhou saw what was inside at first glance and almost didn't come up in one breath.

The village head was so frightened that he quickly helped him. In fact, Lao Zhou Tou is not young. Don't be angry.

Sitting outside, thurlang couldn't help drawing his shoes and ran down and asked, "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Uncle Lai's son showed him the bag. Zhou Silang looked confused. Isn't this the small cloth bag we usually use to hold money and grain?

He opened it directly and saw a few grains of wheat mixed in a lot of yellowish brown bran. He couldn't help staring.

Who comes to eat and give gifts like this?

It's better not to give it away!

Zhou Silang closed the bag and asked angrily, "who sent it?"

Uncle Lai's son quietly pointed to Zhang's house not far away, "a total of two bags have been sent..."

Zhou sirang looked at the Zhang family who had occupied three tables and couldn't sit down. They were crowding out people at the next table.

That's his grandmother's mother's house. He has to call his cousin if he comes. What can I say?

On Thursday Lang stole an eye to see his father.