Chapter 2740

Zhang Zhenghua is his brother from life to death. He left as soon as he could say. At this time, he thought of what Xu Wenbin had said to him, and his heart was already full of anger, which was probably related to the usury.

"Don't worry. We'll go to Zhang Zhenghua's hometown immediately. If someone killed me, the person who killed my brother must pay a price!"

Lu Shan tried his best to keep his voice calm. Although he was infuriated at this time, he used to be the eldest brother of these brothers. He had to keep a cool head all the time.

"Good..."! Zhao Liangwu is here with me. I'll go to pick you up now... "

Zhang Jian said to Lushan, and then drove directly to the parking lot of the hospital.

Looking at his two friends, Lu Shan's heart is also a burst of emotion, once in the battlefield scene, as if it was yesterday.

As a boss, his friends put almost all of his life in his hands. Every time he saw his friend fall down, he would not be hurt like a knife. The one who would like to fall is himself.

So he secretly vowed that he would never let his friends die in vain as long as he had the chance.

Although now his friends, like himself, have retired to the metropolis, but as long as they can take care of them, he will treat them as their own brothers.

But after all, the reality does not allow him to do so, because he has a lot of things to face, how can he always care about everyone around him.

And his friends are always worried about his boss. Even if they really encounter any trouble, they don't want to add burden and worry to their boss. This also makes Lushan unable to take care of him, and his heart is full of guilt.

Sitting in a black business car, the three people are silent all the way. Looking at the scenery outside, it seems that everyone is recalling the past and thinking of their friends leaving. Naturally, they are deeply grieved.

Zhangwa village in Jiujiang county is only more than 100 kilometers away from Yangchuan city. It is also one of the counties under the jurisdiction of Yangchuan city. It is not an industrial city, but mainly agriculture.

When Lushan and his two brothers came to Zhangwa village, it was already noon, because they got the news later. Today is the day of funeral.

All the villagers and Zhang Zhenghua's relatives and friends all came to Zhangjia to mourn. Because there were so many people coming, they had to set up tents in the yard temporarily and set up a lot of tables, chairs and benches.

Zhang Zhenghua's family is not rich. There are three dilapidated tile roofed houses. His father's name is Zhang Yuantian. He is also an ordinary farmer. He can barely keep his family well fed by farming income. In addition to his wife Cai Wenqin, he also has a 5-year-old daughter named Zhang Siyuan.

Because two years ago, when the army was on a mission, he was wounded and retired. Although the state has given some subsidies and policies, it can not really solve the urgent problem.

With the passage of time, Zhang Zhenghua's illness is becoming more and more serious. The family's income is not high, which makes Zhang's family worse. However, Zhang's parents did not give up, praying for relatives and friends to lend money to their son Zhang Zhenghua to see a doctor. At the beginning, it was better, and relatives and friends would take some more or less.

However, when they heard that the people of Zhangjia came, they all chose to avoid it. Human nature itself was selfish. These relatives and friends were afraid of borrowing money, and Zhangjia was not able to repay.

Over time, Zhang Zhenghua's wife, Cai Wenqin, also began to dislike her husband and had to die earlier. In this way, he might be able to get some compensation.

On the way, I heard some gossip, but I didn't care much about these Lushan. After all, today is the funeral day of my friends. After all, I need to give some compensation to the parents of Zhangjia.

The business car stopped at the gate of the courtyard of Zhangjia, and immediately someone lit firecrackers. Not far in front of the car, two people knelt on the ground. The two men were wearing hemp and wearing filial piety. They were Zhang Zhenghua's wife and child.

According to the rules of the village, visitors must form such etiquette. When Lu Shan and Zhang Jian stepped out of the car, Cai Wenqin and his daughter deeply worshipped Lushan.

Then he got up from the ground, ran to the place of the hall and knelt on the side of the hall.

There are three tiled rooms in the funeral hall. In the middle of the living room, there is a coffin in the middle. In front of the coffin is a spiritual throne. On both sides of the coffin, some of the closest family members are on their knees. At this time, most of these family members are women, and they are crying with tears. As for whether they are sincere or not, only they can know.

Looking at the familiar black-and-white photos, they were deeply grieved. Lu Shan, Zhang Jian and Zhao Liangwu stood in front of their positions. They did not choose to kneel down, but performed a standard military etiquette.

When all the villagers saw this scene, they had some doubts. After all, the three young people looked fresh. Now it seems that they may be some friends of Zhang Zhenghua before.Beside the funeral hall, there is also a table. In front of this table, there are two people. Sitting on the central seat is an old man in ordinary clothes, pointing to a pen. It is specially used to record the list of people who come to mourn and how much money they have.

Sitting on one side was a middle-aged man with some cigarettes and white silk beside him. As long as the people who give money can get a pack of cigarettes and white silk from here, which is also an unwritten rule for red and white wedding.

"What's the name?"

The old man looked at Lushan and asked in a light tone.

"Lushan!"

The old man nodded and wrote Lu Shan's name on the book. Then he looked up at each other.

Lu Shan understood what the other side's eyes meant, just wanted to ask himself how much money he paid? In such a village, it's better to give three or five hundred to hold red and white events.

The closest relatives usually don't exceed 1000 yuan. Although they are part of the money, they will have to be returned sooner or later. Therefore, whether they give more or less, it also shows the wishes of these people.

For his friends, Lushan will not be a bit stingy, three people on the way to have prepared cash, to cope with the scene in front of them.

Lu Shan put his hand into his pocket and put the money by the old man's side. The old man didn't care, but when he saw the money, his eyes widened.