The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

Lin Zhiyuan turned his attention to Director Zhang of the small theater troupe.

Like Youtou, Captain Zhang is also a celebrity in the surrounding villages around Dadaowan. He owns a small theater troupe that specializes in hosting weddings, funerals and opening ceremonies.

"Uncle Zhang, what is your charging standard?"

Captain Zhang came over hurriedly, his face full of smiles. He had heard the conversation between Lin Zhiyuan and Youtou just now. He thought that this was a big deal and he must curry favor with the owner.

"Boss, I have Errenzhuan and pop songs here. The prices vary depending on the performance time. But don't worry, we are all neighbors, so I definitely can't charge a high price."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't have the time to bargain with him, and directly took another 10,000 yuan from Su Jin, "Uncle Zhang, just follow your highest standards, and make the atmosphere more lively. I only have one request, don't make it too vulgar."

In Northeast China, Errenzhuan is divided into Jingkou and Hunkou. Jingkou is the performance of some traditional pieces, while Hunkou is more vulgar and contains more ethical jokes.

"Leader, I understand that you are a person of status and culture. Don't worry, I will make sure it is clean and you are satisfied."

Lin Zhiyuan arranged all this and left Su Jin in the house to take care of her mother and aunt.

Then he walked out of the house and found that the accounting table outside had been set up. His sister Lin Ningjing and eldest sister Xue Yan were collecting money. Those who came to give gifts were all villagers from Dadaowan, most of them gave fifty yuan, and some gave one hundred yuan.

My second sister Xue Feng and my second brother-in-law Zhang Fan took the initiative to take on the responsibility of welcoming guests. When villagers came, they were responsible for leading them.

As for the two sons-in-law, Lin Dajun and Xue Baichang, they wore mourning clothes and automatically stood in the mourning shed. When someone came to kowtow and pay their respects, they were responsible for returning the greetings.

Although the scene was a bit chaotic with people coming and going, the most basic order could still be maintained.

After the initial rush in the morning, Lin Zhiyuan finally had time to smoke a cigarette. While smoking, he thought, no wonder people in rural areas keep having children. Not to mention the labor needed to do farm work, even if there are big or small things happening at home, it really can't be handled with few people.

Just after finishing a cigarette, the village secretary and the village head arrived. These were the two top leaders of Dadaowan. They bowed three times to grandma when they entered the mourning shed, and then came to Lin Zhiyuan accompanied by his second brother-in-law Zhang Fan.

The two men rushed to shake hands with Lin Zhiyuan, and were very cautious in their words.

"Leader, please accept my condolences! The old lady is 90 years old, which is considered a birthday star in our village. Everyone has to reach this day, right?"

"Boss, if you need help, just let me know."

"Thank you, Secretary and Village Chief." Lin Zhiyuan shook hands with the two and took out a soft Zhonghua. Although the two arrived a little late, their words were still heartwarming.

Just as Lin Zhiyuan was talking to the two village leaders, several Type 132s drove over from a distance, and the men led by Captain Youtou and Captain Zhang arrived.

The village chief and secretary immediately started to arrange people to help unload the truck.

The two groups occupied two open spaces on the left and right of the Ning family respectively. They set up a stove on one side and a stage on the other. They did not disturb each other and each did their own thing.

Soon, the stove and stage were set up, and the village chief's loud voice could be heard from time to time, "Aunts, aunts, sisters and brothers in the village, come and help!"

The women of Dadaowan took the initiative to step forward and help Youtou and his gang wash and cut vegetables with their black-necked knives. Youtou and his gang were quick and skillful, and it was obvious that they were used to doing this kind of work. It didn't take long before the aroma of the dishes wafted out.

The sound of opera could be heard from the stage over there, and actors from the small theater troupe took turns to perform.

The secretary and the village chief took the initiative to take on the role of Luomang. In the Northeast, Luomang generally refers to people who help maintain order in major events such as weddings and funerals. Only people with prestige and ability can take on this role.

"The feast is about to begin. Fellow villagers, the Ning family's feast is quite good. Don't fight over it. Everyone can have a share."

"You idiot, why are you in such a hurry? Haven't you eaten yet? Wait a minute and let the elders eat first. If you try to grab the food, I will slash you."

Under the command of the two village leaders, the banquet was well organized. As the villagers ate, they praised the Ning family's banquet.

"There are shrimps so early in the morning!"

"Lots of meat, ribs and pork elbows."

"Eat your food. Not even meat can stop you from eating. Old Madam Ning is lucky to have a promising grandson. She is not short of money at all. Youtou said that they directly chose the 280 yuan water banquet. I heard that the formal banquet is even better, 500 to 600 yuan!"

"If they continue to eat like this, won't his family suffer a loss?"

"They still owe you this little money. Old Madam Ning's grandson is a big leader in Yanjing. I heard that he is on the same level as the mayor."

In rural areas, banquets are held very quickly. The villagers who come to give gifts are not there to eat, their main purpose is to get leftovers. In less than ten minutes, the first round of the banquet is over, and many people go home satisfied, carrying the plastic bags they brought with them.

The second day of the feast started. Lin Zhiyuan called his father, uncle and sisters to sit down quickly. He also personally invited the village chief and secretary to sit down at the same table. "Sister, eat quickly. I'll send some to mom and aunt later. Xiaojin hasn't eaten yet!"

"Don't worry, I've left it all for them, as well as your friend and brother-in-law."

The gentleman sat next to Lin Zhiyuan, eating with his mouth full of oil. Until then, he was glad that he did not go home to sleep last night, otherwise how could he have such a good meal?

Lin Zhiyuan didn't have much appetite, so he was full after a few bites. He turned to ask the gentleman, "Sir, what should we do today? Tell me."

The gentleman was fiercely devouring a piece of spareribs. After hearing what Lin Zhiyuan said, he reluctantly put the spareribs into the bowl and wiped his mouth with his greasy hands. "Leader, we're going to find a relative this morning. We'll go to the hospital to get a death certificate first, and then go to the police station to cancel the account. In the afternoon, we'll have a funeral. I've already contacted the paper workers for the funeral, and they'll deliver it on time. Please get more men at home, as the funeral will require paper cows and horses..."

The teacher talked a lot and Lin Zhiyuan took notes carefully.

Just after breakfast, Wang Changsong, Shi Mingguang, and Qi Jingwei called one after another. It turned out that they went to the hospital to visit in the morning and learned that Mrs. Ning had passed away last night.

The first thing these three people said when they called was to blame Lin Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, what's wrong with you? Do you still consider me as your buddy? Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing as the old lady's death? Where are you now? I'll be there right away."

Lin Zhiyuan knew that if he didn't let them come, these three people would definitely not give up, so he had to tell them the address of his grandmother's house.

In less than half an hour, three cars drove into Dadaowan Village at the same time.

The three of them got out of the car in a hurry, "Zhiyuan, what do you need us to do now?"

"It's just right. I really have something to do." Lin Zhiyuan called his second sister Xue Feng over first. "Second sister, prepare grandma's household registration booklet and ID card. Take my friend's car and go to the hospital to get a death certificate first, and then go to the police station to cancel the account."

Xue Feng agreed and turned into the house to find his household registration book and ID card.

At this time, the village chief spoke up, "Leader, let me go with you. It's still the New Year holiday, and I'm afraid there's no one at the police station. I'm quite familiar with their director, so I can help make a phone call when the time comes."

"Thank you very much, Village Chief." Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Wang Changsong and thought that with the executive deputy director of the Public Security Bureau here, even if there was no one in the police station, they would have to come to work immediately after receiving a phone call.