The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

Just this one sentence made Lin Zhiyuan break down. He threw away all his image as a man and a leader. He hugged his mother and burst into tears.

Because he thought of the scene when his mother died in his previous life...

In his previous life, after going through hardships, he finally achieved some success. Just when he was about to honor his parents, his mother suddenly passed away.

He knew the weight of his mother's words just now. It was like a barbed stick, rubbing repeatedly in his fragile heart...

Lin Zhiyuan's sudden loss of composure shocked everyone. Su Jin was the first to react. She rushed out of the crowd and hugged Lin Zhiyuan from behind, "Zhiyuan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Lin Zhiyuan was crying so hard that he could hardly breathe. Seeing his red face, Zhou Hai realized that the situation was not good and hit him hard on the back several times. Lin Zhiyuan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and then he resumed breathing.

Zhou Hai and Li Gang helped him out to the corridor. Zhou Hai lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Zhiyuan, you scared me to death just now. Have a cigarette and calm down!"

Lin Zhiyuan's hands were shaking. He took a deep puff of the cigarette. The nicotine entered his lungs, accelerating the blood flow, and he calmed down.

After finishing a cigarette, the familiar Lin Zhiyuan returned.

He looked up at Zhou Hai and said, "Brother Hai, why don't you give that gentleman a call and ask him what to do about the funeral?"

Zhou Hai made a call and quickly a man in his fifties rushed to the hospital.

This man has a bit of immortality, with a long beard and a cloth bag on his back. This is the Yin-Yang master in the Northeast, also known as the funeral master.

When the gentleman saw Zhou Hai, he was very respectful and called him "Mr. Zhou" all the time.

The first thing Zhou Hai said when he saw him was, "Old Chen, you have to handle this funeral well. Money is not a problem, but if something goes wrong..."

"Mr. Zhou, don't worry, I promise to do my best." Although it was cold, the gentleman was actually sweating. I wonder if he was scared by Zhou Hai.

When the gentleman arrived, the noisy ward finally quieted down. Under the gentleman's command, the funeral procedures were implemented one by one.

They first changed grandma's burial clothes. There were people specifically doing this job, but the two sisters Ning Xiufen and Ning Xiuqin insisted on changing their mother's clothes themselves.

Lin Dajun and Xue Baichang were about to step forward to help, but were stopped by the two sisters.

The two of them patiently dressed their mother in shrouds, saying as they did so, "Mom, it's cold outside. Put on your clothes and we'll take you home."

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In the darkness of night, the hearse was in front, followed by a convoy behind, heading straight from Tiedong Hospital to Dadaowan.

Lin Zhiyuan originally wanted to rent a mourning hall in the crematorium, but his mother and aunt strongly disagreed. They wanted to take his mother back to Dadaowan, back to their childhood home.

Maybe Lin Zhiyuan’s reaction just now scared everyone, and everyone agreed that he couldn’t drive now, so Lin Zhiyuan had to take Zhou Hai’s car and return to Dadaowan.

After arriving home, everyone arranged the grandmother's body according to the husband's arrangement. As for the shed needed for funerals in the countryside, since it was the New Year and it was too late, they had to wait until tomorrow.

The husband had arranged everything and wanted to go home to sleep, but Zhou Hai glared at him and said, "Why go home? It's already so late, just stay here for the night! You still have things to arrange for tomorrow!"

The gentleman seemed to be very afraid of Zhou Hai. Whenever Zhou Hai shouted at him, he was so scared that he repeatedly said he would not go home.

At six in the morning, merchants who received the news and specialized in handling funerals arrived at Dadaowan. Soon, the shed was set up. Because it was too cold, a stove was added inside the shed. Originally, in the Northeast, when handling funerals, most families only set up two sheds, one for the body and one for relatives and friends to rest and keep warm, but Lin Zhiyuan directly asked for six sheds. It was the first time for the merchants to encounter such a situation, but since the host family had money and made a request, they would naturally do their best to meet it.

Wreaths, burning paper, incense, candles, white linen and other items that matched the shed were also delivered. The eldest sister, the second sister and Lin Ningjing began to tear the linen to make mourning clothes. Lin Zhiyuan and his eldest brother-in-law Guo Shun and second brother-in-law Zhang Fan walked around the shed to see if there was anything missing.

My eldest brother-in-law Guo Shun took the initiative to suggest, "Zhiyuan, funerals in Dadaowan usually prepare some melon seeds and mineral water. Why don't I go to the wholesale market and buy some now?"

Zhou Hai also spoke up, "Zhiyuan, what my brother-in-law said is right. You have to buy cigarettes and alcohol for your business. It's better to buy some fruits like tangerines. This is the standard for doing business in the city now."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded in agreement, "Thanks to my brother-in-law for reminding me, otherwise I wouldn't have remembered. Let Brother Hai go with you and buy more."

Guo Shun and Zhou Hai drove away.

After the shed was erected, funeral music began to play.

As the funeral music sounded, villagers from the front and back streets of Dadaowan rushed over after hearing the news, and the area around the shed was soon filled with people.

People organizing white banquets also came, as did drama troupes performing operas.

According to the customs of rural Northeast China, the death of an elderly person like grandma in the family is a happy funeral, and the more lively the funeral is, the more it shows that the family is filial.

Lin Zhiyuan led these people into the house and asked his mother and aunt for their opinions on how serious the funeral for grandma should be.

But my mother and aunt were so sad that they were lying on the kang and couldn't get up.

Ning Xiufen waved weakly and Lin Zhiyuan came over.

"Zhiyuan, your grandmother never had a few good days in her life. The funeral must be held in a dignified manner. We can't let the neighbors laugh at us. We are not afraid of spending money." Ning Xiufen said in a low voice.

"Mom, don't worry!"

Although Lin Zhiyuan did not believe in these rural customs, for the sake of his grandmother, his mother and his aunt's peace of mind, he wanted to hold the funeral beautifully to make up for his mother's regret.

The man who prepared the banquet was named You. People in the surrounding villages called him Youtou. He was a famous black-necked chef (an irregular chef) in more than a dozen villages near Dadaowan.

Youtou also knew that Lin Zhiyuan was the grandson of the Ning family and a high-ranking official in Yanjing, so when he was brought to Lin Zhiyuan, he behaved very respectfully and greeted him as soon as they met.

Lin Zhiyuan showed him a lot of respect. "Uncle You, we are all from the same village. You don't need to call me leader. I am young and don't know many rules. Can you teach me what the standards are in the village for a funeral banquet like this?"

"Leader, our countryside is different from the city. We only have one meal for funerals. Our rural rule is to provide three meals a day from the moment the shed is set up. Except for the last meal for returning to the spirit, the rest are called water banquets. The standard does not need to be too high. Now there are three standards: 80, 180, and 280. Most people choose 80 for the water banquet, 180 or 280 for the returning to the spirit. Which one do you think you will choose?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't even think about it, "Just pick the 280 one!"

You Tou thought, he is indeed worthy of being the big boss of Yanjing, and directly asked for the most high-end Huiling meal, "I understand, boss, I promise to make the banquet beautiful for you, then what are the standards for our water banquet?"

"What I just said is the standard for a water banquet. Is it a spiritual banquet? Just make it for me at 500 to 600 yuan per table! It doesn't matter if it's more."

You Tou'er was dumbfounded. He had been hosting white banquets for so many years, but this was the first time he saw the host choose a water banquet of the standard 280 yuan. The Huiling meal even directly exceeded his upper limit.

Lin Zhiyuan took out 20,000 yuan from Su Jin's bag and handed it to You Tou, "Uncle You, this is the deposit. If you pay more, I will refund you. If you pay less, I will pay you back."

"Okay, okay, leader, don't worry, I'll take care of it right away." Youtou nodded and went downstairs.