v3 Chapter 725： Reworked and rebuilt!

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”

The buzz, the drums, and the intertwined, the periphery, is a circle of standing and watching the lively villagers, while inside, there are several Taoist priests who are wearing bells and whistles.

A total of five Taoist priests, each of whom is embroidered with an animal. In detail, it is actually one of the nine sons of Longsheng, such as scorpion and scorpion. They wear a cloud crown, their feet are on the raft, and they walk. It is also very popular.

The front is a fat man, holding a mahogany sword, and having a word in his mouth. There is a rice bran behind him, and there is also a portrait of the master of the ancestor. In short, the whole village is very formal, and the surrounding villagers have an unclear "a feeling of.

In the past, there was a video. In a funeral, a monk knocked on a wooden fish to read the scriptures. The result was a "Doraemon" tone, so the white team naturally worked hard and learned all the way. It is a Taoist scripture.

Going round and round, and then some of the rest of the rituals, to the last fat man, the peach wood sword stabbed a paper, the paper automatically burned, the surrounding villagers screamed, the sensation of this Taoist is significantly better than before The Taoist who sees the white matter has the true ability,

At least it will be tricky!

After some tossing down, I finally took the sword with a fat man and said: "Send Mr. He Lao to drive the crane and be safe, and be in the Heavenly Palace to be a god!"

The villagers under the party applauded together, and even many people applauded. One of the middle-aged men with big heads and a suit was nodding their heads with satisfaction, although the white team was more expensive. But people do have two more brushes. He doesn't lack money anyway. His old man is gone. Naturally, he has to make fun of the funeral and let the people in the village see him. He is now a character.

Performance, oh no, the ritual is over, naturally it will be open, fat people and other people are arranged by the host family to have a table with the music team, five people in the priests, eight people in the music team, the big round table can also sit under.

However, unlike the imposing manners of the Taoist priests, the faces of several people on the music team are very uncomfortable. The reason is very simple. Although they used to call the music team, they actually contracted them.

The traditional funeral process in the rural areas of the Suzhong area is now like this. Some people in the family have passed away. Please ask the music team. The people in the morning music team will put on the clothes of the Taoist or the monks and start doing things in the afternoon. I started the country karaoke concert, and started to sing and dance and even play the opera with the microphone.

After all, for the death of the deceased, in addition to the grief of the host family and several close relatives, most of the guests who come to eat are actually dealing with the errands, but also because of the feelings and the connection, but also must People come to the scene to pay a lot of money, a meal at noon and a meal at night, can not say that the big guys together with the host family sorrow, naturally have to find some fun, the music team has satisfied the fun of the big guy, afternoon When everyone was on the dam, listen to the songs and see the performances. After the performance, it was almost time to open the evening.

But now, most of the music team's errands have been robbed by these priests, and the daytime ceremonies are the most money, and the host will also pack a big funeral red envelope.

The fat man headed by the Taoist priests was very happy to pick up his sleeves. The other priests still wanted to pinch the shelf, but when they saw that the boss was so unfettered, they let go.

Now the rural mat is definitely not worse than the hotel, although the price is much cheaper, but the oil and water hard food is absolutely leveraged.

After eating a good meal, the fat man took off the priest's clothes, sat in a white shirt and sat there blowing the wind. On this day, wearing this Taobao-made robes is really a crime.

The music team is already preparing for the pavilion. Several people are experimenting with the microphone. "Hey, feed, feed, feed...", the villagers who have eaten the lunch are also spontaneously gathered to prepare to enjoy the village Kara OK to sing.

"August brother."

A Taoist ran around and ran around the fat man. He called Xiao Lizi, a Sichuanese, who came out to work in Jiangsu. He was stupidly squatted on the road and cried, and was received by the fat man.

"This principal said, we have to let us come over the first seven and five seven, and the deposit is given."

The little priest was very interested in putting money into the pocket of the fat man.

The fat man nodded and signaled that he knew it.

"Grandma's, I haven't sang for a long time, and I sang a song."

The fat man slammed the crowd and entered the infield of the music team.

"Come, Dao, I also sang a song, right?" The fat man said to the leader of the music team.

"Cheng, come on." Although the leader of the music team is very upset about these Taoist priests, it is not so bad. To be honest, the more people doing business in white matter, the more they will be, because this business As long as you make a mistake, you have no place to say it by the host.

The fat man went to the selection of the disc first, then sent the disc into the old-fashioned player, then held the microphone and said:

"Father and old folks, Mr. He Lao went to Hexi, went to heaven as a **** fairy. Let us not be too sad, not too sad. Everyone looks at it. I know that Mr. He still misses everyone today. The face of mourning, Mr. He Lao is in heaven, he will also think of Taoist, and he will think about his son, our boss."

The sound of the music sounded at this time. Although the sound of the big sound is not very clear, it is absolutely enough in this empty space.

The fat man sang to the microphone and began to sing:

"Let's find some time, find some time;

Lead the child, often go home to see;

Bring a smile and bring your wishes;

Accompany your lover, often go home and see..............."

The people in the music team all saw the ghost expression, let the old Mr. He often go home to see?

But when I saw Mr. He’s son, He Ergou, applauded after the fat man sang, even personally sang with another microphone and the fat man, the talents in the music team really breathed a sigh of relief, okay, touch I arrived at a no-rising nouveau riche, otherwise I was really afraid of being hurt by this stinky fat man.

The concert was noisy until 3:30 in the afternoon. The fat man greeted several people to put on their clothes again and followed the hearse to the crematorium. The countryside in Jiangsu was strictly controlled. It was strictly forbidden to bury. If it was found, even if it was buried. It will also be forced to dig out and go to cremation.

In the car, the other priests throw their feet and throw them away, then shouting words like "the soul is coming back" and "going all the way."

The little priest around the fat man suddenly complained, "August brother, I heard that some places are quasi-burial, saying that they respect their customs."

"Break the egg, talk about the burial since ancient times, who has the Han people attaching importance to the burial? When the ancestors died, they all went out to the crematory?" The fat man ordered a cigarette and sent a priest to his side. The little priest also wants to be squinted by the fat man and retracted.

The fat man spit out a ring of cigarettes. "Hey, if you can still bury it now, you can make money faster. You can choose the format of the feng shui to choose the tomb. That is the most profitable place, but it is a pity."

After all, the fat man still feels bad about money.

The funeral team stopped under the No. 2 bridge and drove into the funeral home. The filial son of He Ergou carried the black and white portrait of his own son. The fat man and the staff of the funeral home pushed the hail forward.

When it was inside, the people in the funeral parlour did not let the fat man intervene, and the fat man stepped back a few steps, followed by a relative team led by He Ergou.

"I said He Bo, you are crying." The fat man made a look, and all the relatives stood behind. You must become ashes. How can you not even have a tear?

"But, but I can't cry." He Er is a little anxious.

The fat man sighed and calmly reached out and grabbed the **** of a dog.

He Erhu immediately hurts and tears come out directly.

"My embarrassed, why are you going so far, what do you do with your son?..."

He Ergou cried out, and the relatives immediately followed up and cried together. Some of them rushed over to stop the hail and promote the incineration room. Of course, this is also the way to do it, otherwise it only needs the funeral home to work. The person directly sprinkled his hand and said, "Well, don't slay and send it to your home" to see who will want it.

Today’s business is completely finished.

The fat man clap his hands and walked outside. He ordered another cigarette. The little Taoist went to the fat man and said, "August, what are you thinking about?"

"Look, what is floating out of that chimney?" said the fat man pointing at the chimney.

"The ashes of the people," the little Taoist replied.

"Fart, that's the ash from the oil sprayed in the incinerator. When the old man died, it was such a bone shelf. How can it burn so much gray smoke?"

"oh, I see."

"Little plum, you are stupid," said the fat man.

"I am stupid." Xiaodao admitted.

"Gua Wazi, do you know what your greatest strength is?"

"What is it?"

"Knowing that you are stupid and acknowledging that you are stupid, this is more intelligent than most people in the world. Later, you will lead the team. I should teach you, and I will teach you."

"August brother, are you leaving?" The little priest took out his cell phone and played Alan Tam's "Can't tell goodbye".

The fat man squatted on the little priests and the stocks. "Twist the scorpion, and put the gambling **** on the fat man!"

The priest immediately searched for the theme song of "God of Gamblers" and played it out.

The fat man laughed a lot, and it was very coquettish. In the "Bet God" BGM, he slowly turned to walk to the incineration room, reached out and took out a bundle of money that he had just taken today.

I will throw it at heaven, and for a time, the renminbi will fly, but it will not be a currency.

The fat man went all the way, neither the staff of the funeral parlour nor the relatives of He Ergou could see him.

The fat man walked into the incinerator and lay on the conveyor belt.

"August brother, can you not burn yourself?"

The little priest shouted at the glass, and immediately the staff came over to pull the priest, thinking that the young man had lost his heart.

"That must be discussed with my wife." The fat man shouted back.

"But you are a bachelor..." The little priest was smashed out by the security guard. A small priest suddenly went crazy in the funeral parlour, and the funeral event of this funeral home had to be added.

"Then... I haven't had to discuss it."

The fat man laughed at himself, then pressed his finger, and a few buttons in the distance were automatically pressed.

The incinerator conveyor belt on the fat side began to transfer.

The fat man lying on it is stretching:

"Returning to the furnace and rebuilding ............"

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