After Black Lotus became a reborn person, he went completely crazy

Xia Ran remembered that the person who had just hugged her and cried was Gui Niang, who grew up with her from the same village as her original self. Her full name was Xia Guihua, and she was called Gui Niang or Aunt Gui.

Gui Niang was a few years older than her original self, and later married into the same village, but after getting married, Gui Niang's generation was older than her original self.

Even so, they still addressed each other as equals, calling each other by their own name. However, the original body did not like the name Yindi, so she asked the other party to call her Jianguo directly.

This was also the only friend the original person had in his previous life.

So Xia Ran whispered something in Gui Niang's ear. After hearing this, Gui Niang walked out and dragged Jianjun's wife Yang Juan out with her.

Xia Yindi's husband, whose full name is Chen Jianguo, has three brothers and no sisters. He is the eldest in the family, the second is Chen Jianmin, and the third is Chen Jianjun. The three brothers have all started families and have also separated. The two elderly people live with the third brother and his wife.

The original family's yard was next to the third brother's, separated by a wall. The second brother's newly built yard was far away, so he probably didn't come here before the news got out.

After leaving the house and coming to the front door, seeing that there was no one else, Gui Niang went straight to the point and said:

"Jianjun family, no matter what little ideas you have, you should put them away now. What we should do now is to be united against the outside world. You will be the one to take care of the two old people in the future. Don't you want to reduce the burden on them a little? You should know that the person is already dead and can't live again. The more you ask for the price of his life, the better it is for your family and the country. At this time, you must distinguish between the inside and the outside, and don't make a fuss."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to reply, he turned around and walked out to gather people.

After Yang Juan heard this, she immediately understood what she didn't understand. She was a very smart person. Especially when it came to money, she was very smart and could find it by smelling it.

Yes, the more life price you ask for, the better. Regardless of whether the eldest sister-in-law will remarry in the future, this life price includes a share of the grandparents of my own child. And the grandparents of the child live with the third wife of my own family, which is equivalent to having their own share. This job must be done!

He immediately changed his expression and chased after her with a flattering face: "Aunt Gui, am I the kind of idiot who doesn't know what's good for you? Just tell me, what should we do next."

"It's good to know the importance of this matter. Let's go and find some eloquent and responsible men and women, and let's go to the brick factory to ask for an explanation. The more people, the better. Jianguo said that when this matter is completely over, each person will be paid five yuan, and those who perform well can be given two more yuan.

Everything is under her command and she will do what she wants. Let's divide the work and each of us will call a part. By the way, you can also call those old shrews in the village. Can't you talk to them?"

"Okay, no problem. I'll listen to you, Aunt Gui. I'll do it." After saying that, Yang Juan walked away with big strides.

I knew it would be like this. Jianjun's family has always been a person who will not get up early unless there is something beneficial. As long as there is benefit, they will run faster than anyone else.

Although he is not good at doing things without profit, his ability to do things is quite good. He is quick, ruthless, good at pretending, good at acting, and can judge the situation and maximize his benefits.

Not long after, Gui Niang and Yang Juan each brought back a large group of people and gathered outside the gate of Jianguo again.

After counting the heads, there were more than 30 people. The more people the better, but as for those who agreed to pay, the more money would be distributed.

After much deliberation, Gui Niang finally selected some people who were brave enough to take responsibilities, strong enough to beat people, eloquent enough to scold people, shameless enough to risk their lives, and who could play tricks, roll around, and make noises.

Not counting her and Jianjun's family, a total of 18 people were selected. Just these people, it would cost a lot of money. But this money must be spent, and it should be spent.

The tribesmen during this period were still very united. If you didn't help someone who was bullied by an outsider, you would be called a coward by other villages and looked down upon.

If the kids go out, they will be discriminated against! Besides, there is money to be made, so more people want to go. Many strong men in the village have gone to other places to work and make a living. Otherwise, there will be more people coming.

Those who were not selected were still not satisfied and clamored to go too. Aunt Gui, relying on her family's seniority and capable men, had the confidence to speak in the village and directly retorted:

"Why are you going? How much is a life worth? Are you going to give it all to you? Can we still survive the days of building a country?"

"Aunt Gui, what are you talking about? Who said I went there for that little bit of money? My brother Jianguo just disappeared without a clear reason, and it's not good enough, let's go and make a fuss. I grew up following brother Jianguo, and you underestimate me."

"Who said it wasn't true? We didn't ask for money, and we don't seek money. Our own child is gone, so why don't we vent our anger and seek justice?"

"Yes, yes, let's all go, there's strength in numbers."

"We don't want money. That's life money. Even if you give it to us, we won't feel comfortable taking it. Besides, who doesn't have problems? Will they need help from others one day?"

"I promised, and I will give it to you. But I have to say this: those of you who volunteered will not get any money..."

"We understand, Aunt Gui!"

"Yes, we understand, Aunt Gui."

……

Suddenly someone reminded, "Aunt Gui, shouldn't we send a telegram to Jianmin and ask him to come back quickly?"

"Your uncle has gone to send the telegram. I'll see you at the gate of the brick factory when he's done."

After the number of people who would go was determined, Gui Niang simply sent the younger ones back home to wear mourning clothes. Those who did not have any at home went to borrow from their neighbors.

Many young men, who had never seen such a scene, heard about the arrangement and ran home eagerly to find mourning clothes, like soldiers about to go to war.

This was the first time a young lady got into a bridal sedan. It would have been even better if no one was killed.

Finally, everyone wore what they could wear, including mourning caps. The only purpose was to make the brick and tile factory pay a heavy price this time.

Afterwards, Xia Ran and her daughter, dressed in mourning clothes, took these people to the brick factory in a mighty manner.

The only two tractors in the village were all out. Those who couldn't fit in the tractors rode their bicycles. After all, it wasn't too far away.

After arriving, we parked the tractor on the side of the road. No one went in, but just cried at the factory gate.

The two older uncles were very thoughtful. On the way there, they bought a lot of paper money, yellow paper, and incense for burning.

A large group of people, some sitting, some kneeling, some squatting, wearing mourning clothes, crying and burning paper money, were standing at the factory gate. The brick and tile factory was right next to the road leading to the county town.

The cries were up and down, one louder than the other, and the cries were so miserable that it sounded extremely desolate. The burning paper money spun a few times in the air and flew away, as if sighing for the fickleness of fate on behalf of the deceased.

Then they lead the way, lead the way, and see you off.

At first, some people cried, but the atmosphere was just right and everyone was crying, so they just followed the crowd and cried. As a result, everyone couldn't help but cry sincerely.

When I thought about how such a handsome, warm-hearted and kind-hearted young man was gone without a clear explanation, and how he was still so young, I couldn't stop crying.

Later, they cried louder and louder, like a polyphony, each with its own tune and singing style. In the end, it was hard to tell whether they were crying for the dead or for themselves.