Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

In the end, the villagers concluded that all the tasks at the funeral, including wearing mourning clothes, breaking basins, sweeping gold ingots, whipping paper cows, waving spirit banners, sending the ashes to the crematorium, and bringing back the urn to bury it in the cemetery, were done by Leng Yanqiu alone.

It was popular too, as Leng Yanqiu had dozens of classmates, plus Wang Ge and his family of three who came in a van to show their support, so at least there was a circle of people surrounding the burial, making it a complete success.

Several old men shook their beards and covered their faces with sighs: "Why did you use the spirit pennant from my daughter's house? Do you still want the Leng family to have good feng shui?"

Secretary Ma instead praised Leng Yanqiu even more: "This little girl is really good. She was able to follow the whole process and send the old man off step by step. How is this worse than raising a boy?"

How much better than that puddle of mud her father is!

After much difficulty, he helped to complete all the funeral arrangements, such as the burial ceremony the next day and the 37th, 57th and 6th day after the funeral. Secretary Ma no longer had to get involved. Just when he felt relieved, the Leng family's old house became noisy again.

The village accountant who was in charge of accounting did not go to the cemetery with them. He had to collect the account books and report to the host family. He also had to help dismantle the mourning hall and clean up everything.

Leng Zhiqiang, who had been holding the corpse until the coffin was carried out, suddenly became lively. He ate and drank water to replenish his strength. Then, after everything was tidied up, the mother and son grabbed the account book and asked the village accountant to return all the money on the account to them.

Leng Zhiqiang also had a point: "These favors and gifts are all the work of my parents throughout their lives. When the villagers return the gifts, they naturally give them back to my mother."

The village accountant was also a member of the Ma family and had always followed Secretary Ma's lead. He refused without hesitation: "Unless you pay for all the funeral expenses first, the remaining money can be given to you."

How is that possible? Leng Yanqiu spent tens of thousands on this funeral. Leng Zhiqiang was not deaf when he was holding the body. There were at least two groups of people just to carry the coffin to the main road, and each person had a cigarette. Leng Zhiqiang could not afford that expense.

"That's our family's business. Accountant Ma, please give me the money first and we'll discuss it with Xiao Qiu ourselves."

Yesterday's gifts have been handed over to Leng Yanqiu. Today, there are more than 5,000 yuan in the account. It is not a lot of money in Haishi, not even enough for one month's rent. But now in the village, according to the way the old couple of the Leng family spent money in the past, they will still have some left over after spending a whole year.

A penny can make a hero fall. Leng Zhiqiang now takes the 5,000 yuan too seriously. More than 5,000 yuan plus the more than 2,000 yuan he had collected before are enough for him to return to Hai City, or start over in another city.

You know, when he first left home to make a living, the old couple only gave him a thousand yuan, but he managed to make a living, didn't he?

Thinking of this, the lame Leng Zhiqiang felt hot in his heart. What if his wife ran away and his son was gone? He was still young. When he made money, he would find a younger girl. A man is a teenager until he is old. That's right. There are people who have sons at the age of 60. He, Leng Zhiqiang, is still far from 60!

That's how strong you are! It only takes three days to recover from the worst blow!

No matter how resolute Accountant Ma was, he could not overcome the old lady who knelt on the ground. The old lady begged with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Qiu has a bad temper. I'm sure she won't be willing to give us the money. She lives a happy life and doesn't need the extra money at all. Now she only remembers that she had a mother who didn't want her before! Did you see? The mother and daughter are not living a good life now. They have completely forgotten that it was me and her grandfather who raised her... Accountant Ma, give me the money. I will miss your kindness..."

Those who hear it are sad.

Accountant Ma tried hard to help the old lady up, for fear that it would shorten her life!

Leng Zhiqiang snatched away the bundle of gift money and the handbag.

Accountant Ma was locked outside the courtyard. He was dumbfounded for a long time before he called Secretary Ma for help.

Secretary Ma: There’s nothing to say, I just want to say “I surrender”!

Leng Yanqiu brought a group of classmates back to the east end of the village. They were so kind, she couldn't even refuse to invite them into her house to sit for a while, right? Moreover, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon when the old man's grave was placed, and Leng Yanqiu had to treat the classmates to a meal anyway.

Comrade Ding Guihua did not go home at noon, and continued to fight desperately with the pickup truck of the driving school. Then a group of classmates were able to really let go and had fun. Those who played with the awesome ones were played with by the awesome ones. The rare scum chickens in the greenhouse did not dare to get close...

"Don't get close to the bell peppers, they are hatching eggs. Whoever gets close will be doomed!" Xinxin was taking charge of the overall situation in the greenhouse. In fact, it was her first time here, but she directed everyone to pick the vegetables as if she was very familiar with the situation.

She, the class monitor, was holding a basket of eggs and smiling brightly. Her family didn't raise chickens, and her mother thought chickens were dirty, so she had never experienced the joy of picking eggs.

Xinxin plans to go home and tell her mother how hygienic and environmentally friendly chickens are, and that such lovely creatures are worth having.

Brother Wang's family refused to stay, so with only a group of classmates, no need to pay attention to formalities. Leng Yanqiu ordered stewed chicken, stewed fish, steamed buns and dumplings from the town restaurant in advance, plus an electric hot pot and a charcoal hot pot. The classmates volunteered to show off their cooking skills and cook cold dishes with vegetables picked from the greenhouse and dipping sauce. There was a table in each of the two rooms and a small table in the greenhouse, so people could eat by moving around the rooms, sitting, standing or squatting.

But why do I feel that it tastes so good? I can’t stop eating. Is it because the jasmine tea helps to relieve the greasiness, or is it because I eat at different tables while walking around to consume my energy?

The scrambled eggs made by Xinxin are the best dish she can make. Even the only seasoning of salt is added after she remembered it and stir-fried it again. But it is so delicious and fragrant that you want to swallow it.

It made her more determined to let her mother raise chickens.

It was in such a warm atmosphere that Leng Yanqiu received a call from Secretary Ma. There was new development in the more than 5,000 yuan gift money. When Secretary Ma rushed to the Leng family, Leng Zhiqiang was not at home. Only old lady Leng was left crying and looking like she couldn't live anymore.

Need money? Where can I get the money? The eldest son still cares about his mother and left all the change below 20 yuan. Could it be that he used the little money from the old lady to give Leng Yanqiu an explanation?

"I've lived for most of my life, but I've never seen a weirdo like your father!" Secretary Ma's voice was weak on the phone. He was very convinced when he heard Accountant Ma say that Leng Zhiqiang robbed the money, but he was able to escape with a limp and an injury. The word "admiration" was not enough to express Secretary Ma's admiration for him.

Leng Yanqiu was not surprised. After living for a long time, she knew that there was nothing new under the sun. It was also good that Leng Zhiqiang left, as it could give the old lady a break. Otherwise, judging from her condition in the past few days, the old man would soon have a companion at his grave.

"Let him be. I'm busy and don't have time to care about him."