The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

At eleven o'clock, Lin Zhiyuan's phone rang again, and Song Qin's loud voice came through the receiver, "Zhiyuan, I just got off the highway, is your grandma's house in Dadaowan?"

"You, how did you know?" Lin Zhiyuan really didn't expect that Song Qin, who was far away in Shengtian, knew the news.

"Director Qu told me. We two were in the same car. Zhiyuan, you are so mean. You didn't even call me for such a big thing as my grandma's death. Wait until we meet and see how I'll deal with you..." Song Qin hung up the phone quickly, as if not giving Lin Zhiyuan a chance to refuse him.

Lin Zhiyuan turned around and glared at Zhang Dalu. Director Qu was Qu Jie, Wang Zhongshan's former secretary and now the deputy director of the Provincial Department of Culture and Zhang Dalu's brother-in-law. No need to ask, it must be this guy who leaked the information.

After more than ten minutes, Song Qin and Qu Jie walked in from outside the village. Their car also had to be parked outside.

After the two of them exchanged greetings, Lin Zhiyuan took them to Jin Huaying's shed.

Jin Qiuxing had already seen Song Qin and hurried over to greet him, "Mr. Song, you are here too."

When Song Qin saw so many senior leaders in the room, he didn't act too ostentatious and whispered, "Mayor Jin, thank you very much. Zhiyuan is my best friend. I have to go if he has something to do."

Afterwards, Song Qin and Qu Jie shook hands with the leaders in the shed one by one. Although Song Qin was not an official, everyone knew his identity. Everyone was a little surprised to see him rushing from Shengtian to attend the funeral. It was rumored that Mr. Song and Lin Zhiyuan had a close relationship, but it turned out to be true.

As there were too many leading cadres staying here for lunch, Lin Zhiyuan temporarily added a standard, so the lunch banquet had to be postponed and did not officially start until 12:30.

As it was too cold to eat outside, Lin Zhiyuan temporarily set up three tables in his grandmother's small building. Jin Huaying, Zhang Mingguang, Jin Qiuxing, Song Qin, Qu Jie and others were invited into the building. The others had to eat outside. However, everyone understood that this was the condition in the countryside, and no one complained. After all, no one would freeze in the snow for a bite of food.

The secretary and the village chief were busy and sweating. With so many leading cadres suddenly arriving at noon, the existing tables and chairs were not enough. The banquet had to be divided into two waves again. They brought several cadres from the village committee and tried their best to maintain order, allowing the leaders from the city to eat first, while the villagers of Dadaowan waited for the next wave.

Just as the banquet started, the secretary and mayor of Ertaizi Town, which governed Dadaowan Village, hurried over. With the secretary of the municipal party committee and the mayor already here, how could the two of them stay still? Although they did not know Lin Zhiyuan.

When they arrived at the scene, they realized that they were the lowest-ranking officials among the leaders present. Not to mention the secretary and the mayor, there were a lot of deputy mayors and bureau chiefs. The deputy mayor could even eat in the building, but the bureau chiefs could only shiver in the cold and squeeze in the shed.

When the two of them saw this situation, they thought, "Okay, let's stop eating and help maintain order!"

The villagers of Dadaowan were really enlightened today. It was the first time they had seen such a grand funeral. Not to mention that the actors of the small troupe had not rested since morning and took turns to perform. Not to mention the quality of the banquet. The lunch was the highest quality since the establishment of Dadaowan Village. Wuliangye and Zhonghua cigarettes were on the table. Not to mention how many luxury cars came today and blocked the roads in the village. Not to mention that they saw many big leaders who could only be seen on TV...

Tian Ergou, a village idler, squatted by the stove to keep warm, his hands folded, his nose running from the cold. He smelled the aroma of food and wine wafting from the shed and said with longing, "I bet that in another hundred years, there won't be a funeral like this in Dadaowan."

As lunch was postponed, the funeral procession in the afternoon was also postponed. However, the gentleman said nothing and cooperated fully. He also saw the current situation and knew that this host was extraordinary, so he just had to work honestly!

The funeral procession began at 1:30 p.m.

Since grandma had no sons, the eldest son-in-law Xue Baichang and the second son-in-law Lin Dajun temporarily acted as sons. The only grandson Lin Zhiyuan held the banner. Under the command of the master, Su Jin, Lin Ningjing, Xue Yan, Xue Feng and other female relatives circled around the paper cows and paper horses, stuffing paper money and gold and silver ingots into the treasury while circling. After this set of procedures, the men who came to help lifted up the paper cows, paper horses and various paper crafts, and under the leadership of the master, began to send off the funeral.

An amazing scene happened again. Leaders at all levels, wearing leather shoes and Nikes and with shiny hair, rushed to join the funeral procession, holding various paper crafts.

At Lin Zhiyuan's insistence, Jin Huaying, Zhang Mingguang, Jin Qiuxing and others were persuaded to leave.

However, Bai Shuguang, Guan Yuecheng and others insisted on going along to the funeral.

The funeral procession started from the Ning family, walked around the village, and then burned all the paper works in a designated open space.

The gentleman did not make things difficult for the Ning family, otherwise, when passing bridges and intersections, the host family would have to kowtow and scatter money, and the complete funeral procession might not be completed in three hours. With the cooperation of the gentleman, the simplified version of the funeral procession was finally completed in more than an hour.

Even so, Lin Zhiyuan, the grandson, was exhausted.

The fatigue caused by funeral is different from physical exercise. It is not just physical tiredness, but more of a mental anxiety and helplessness.

After coming back, they couldn't rest and had to stay alert to entertain the guests. Lin Zhiyuan asked Bai Shuguang, Guan Yuecheng and others to go back and rest, but none of them were willing to leave. They only sent Xu Dayou, Geng Zhenbiao and a few other older people back.

Sitting in the shed and chatting with these people, Lin Zhiyuan felt an all-round fatigue from the inside out. He didn't sleep all night last night, and he was busy all day today. He was really a little overwhelmed.

Su Jin and Lin Ningjing felt sorry for him, so they dragged him back to the small building, found him an empty room and let him rest for a while.

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan lay down, he fell asleep almost the moment he closed his eyes.

He didn't know how long he slept, but he was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone.

Lin Zhiyuan opened his eyes with difficulty, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the screen and saw that it was a call from Li Changan.

"Hello, Chang'an!" Lin Zhiyuan scared himself when he spoke, and his voice became extremely hoarse.

"Uncle, what's wrong with your voice?" Without waiting for Lin Zhiyuan to speak, Li Changan immediately said, "Uncle, I'm about to get off the highway. My grandma and mom are here."

With just this sentence, Lin Zhiyuan immediately sat up, "Changan, aren't you just kidding? Godmother is so old, why did you let her come here? You don't need to come."

"I didn't want grandma to come, but she refused to listen to anyone and insisted on coming. What can I do? Well, I won't talk to you anymore. The car will enter the village soon."

After the call was hung up, Lin Zhiyuan could only struggle to get up and go downstairs to inform the news.