Chapter 574

After the death of old man Huang, many people in Yushan village are busy. After all, the joys and funerals in Yushan village are very complicated.

Marriage is even more serious. If there are some conditions, the whole village will hold a banquet.

"Lin, you are good at writing. You can write white books."

Some villagers greet Jiang Xiaoye.

"Son of a bitch, why did Lin write this? I can write it, but he doesn't know how to write it! "

The old village head gave up his pipe and rubbed his hands.

"Uncle, you fly on the grass and climb with crabs. What can you write? How good can you let Lin write? His words are also good-looking." The villagers of Yushan village said that they were not satisfied. The old village head's words were really not very good.

"I used to write it. How can I get it? I want to rebel?"

The old village head did not want to.

The white book has a special letter. It seems that the old village head is not lucky to write it, so he doesn't want Jiang Xiaoye to touch it.

And it's really hard.

Jiang Xiaoye has seen that the format of the writing is very strict. There is no mistake in every word, and there is a special person to write it. In the past, it was written by the village head.

It mainly includes the name of the dead, the cause of death, time, age, cremation, hanging and funeral time, and so on. Finally, it is written down the names of the descendants and the nephews and grandchildren in five clothes.

Yushan village wrote in advance, and many things were added later. The content of the white book is also changeable. Almost every family is different.

It represents the cultural level of a village. It's complicated and profound. If you don't study it, it's easy to make mistakes and make jokes. The old village head was the hope of the whole village. He was the only one left with literacy in the village.

Naturally, it's all for him.

In order to learn the white book, the old village head consulted the old people of several villages. Combining his own unique font, he also made the villagers laugh.

"The old man Huang is just a big girl. It's easy to report the funeral. After a phone call, it's easier for me to die. Just bury it for me."

The old man Zhou, the village's five guarantee household, was holding his crutches with trembling eyes.

When the rabbit died and the fox was sad, the old man Huang's body was almost the same as him, but he walked in front of him. He also knew that he didn't have a few days to live.

For people who are going to run out of vitality, Jiang's methods are totally ineffective. They can cure the disease, but it's too difficult to recover his own vitality.

"Don't wait for a moment, don't wait. You're going to be buried together."

Zhao Wuliu comes with his dog. He takes a cigarette in his mouth and wants to pat old Zhou. Jiang Xiaoye quickly reaches out to stop him. He can't stand still. You still fart!

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Zhao Wuliu's yellow dog rubs Jiang Xiaoye's legs with enthusiasm, and happily circles around him.

"You son of a bitch, you don't want to think about who gave you food every day when you were a child. If I die, you will be my son and bury me. I don't want to be a ghost."

Zhou old man a stare, Zhao Wuliu childhood eat hundred family food, grow up to eat a thousand family food, ten miles and eight villages without him do not go to harm.

In the past, some old people in the village often gave food to Zhao Wuliu when he was a child.

"That's what it says..."

Zhao Wuliu lost his temper in an instant and murmured into the mountain temple because it was true. He had starved to death without these old people in the village when he was a child.

"Zhao Wuliu, the old man Huang doesn't have a son. Why don't you cry for grandfather Huang?"

Some villagers are joking. Now Zhao Wuliu doesn't sneak around any more. They dare to joke.

"Then you should ask your daughter to come back with me, and we will send them in pairs."

"Go away, I have two girls!"

Zhao Wuliu's body is ridiculed everywhere. After all, no one in the village is immune to disaster. Just Jiang Xiaoye knows that his family's chickens, ducks, fish, hanging meat and vegetables are not neglected. Naturally, everyone shouts about the type.

Watching other people's sex, squatting on the wall to watch people take a bath, there is nothing he doesn't do.

When it was not early, old Huang's old daughter came back, crying for the sad, along with her husband, a working son, daughter-in-law, and a grandson, it was really children and grandchildren.

Old man Huang didn't want to affect his daughter's life. He didn't even go to the village.

"Who paid for the funeral? Does that seem like a big deal? "

Huang's son-in-law asked his wife in a low voice.

"It's supposed to be that we're going out. My dad's just my daughter."

"How much is that

After all, considering the scale and local customs, it really costs tens of thousands of yuan.

"Grass, money, money, money, your uncle, are we short of money in Yushan village? Where comes woodlouse, in the village of money, you cry is finished, do not complete the same as woodlouse.

Zhao Wuliu glanced at the family.

"Out of the village? You'll have to pack the banquet, too. So we'll charge the paper money, right? " This son-in-law is also a wonderful flower."Do you believe me or not?"

Zhao Wuliu took a direct step forward and seized the son-in-law by the collar.

"Let go, grass!" Huang's grandson immediately came over.

"All right, Zhao Wuliu." Jiang Xiaoye also understands why old man Huang never goes to the city after he has been to the city once. He says that he will not disturb his daughter's life. Such a son-in-law is really magical.

Clapping Zhao Wuliu's hand, Jiang Xiaoye looks at the old man Huang's daughter and says, "Auntie, the money for the future of grandfather Huang comes from the village, and all the expenses are paid by the village. Take good care of grandfather Huang, and the hanging paper money in the village will also return to the village. To tell the truth, grandfather Huang hasn't been out of the village for more than ten years. If it hadn't been for his death, I would have thought that he was a five guarantee household."

"I grass, what do you mean? What is my grandfather's five guarantees? Does that mean we're not coming? What are you doing with all this? Who are you? Who are you

Huang's grandson, who has been hanging around for a long time, is suddenly upset. He spits on the ground and looks at Jiang Xiaoye askew.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Wuliu where can stand, come up is a big mouth son draw up.

Jiang Xiaoye takes a decisive step back.

"Don't be disfigured. Give grandfather Huang a face and teach him a lesson."

Yes, little bastard. What's wrong with your brain? Jiang Xiaoye turns around and leaves. He doesn't forget to remind Zhao Wuliu that he should not slap him once, but slap him more!

Huang's grandson, who was slapped in the same place, was slapped back by Zhao Wuliu, bowing left and right, and slapping.

"Zhao Wuliu, what are you doing? Don't hit people

"Zhao Wuliu!"

A few old people saw that Zhao Wuliu had beaten people, and they came to stop him. This was the grandson of old Huang, though he had never been to the village.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Lin asked Zhao Wuliu resolutely tossed the pot.

"Then it's time to fight, fight!"

"This child is not worthy of beating when he looks at him. He never knows that he should come to see old man Huang and deserve to be beaten!" As soon as the old people hear that it is Jiang Xiaoye's call to fight, they turn around and continue to tidy up some things used in the funeral.

"Bark!" The little yellow dog yelled and cheered for Zhao Wuliu.

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