Siheyuan: I am reborn as a good person He Yuzhu

"Thanks a lot.

Come, Mr. Liang Sicheng, have a taste first."

The big leader led the two to the dining table.

The big leader sat in the main seat, and Liang Sicheng also found a seat and sat down, "The leader is here, so I won't be polite."

After sitting down, Liang Sicheng looked at the leader anxiously.

Seeing this, Secretary Chen immediately took out the wine glasses and placed them in front of the leader and Liang Sicheng.

The leader picked up the chopsticks, picked up the freshly fried five-lilac fish and put it into his mouth, then stretched out his hand to signal Liang Sicheng to start eating.

Liang Sicheng couldn't wait any longer and immediately picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork and put it into his mouth.

At this moment, the pork in his mouth was fat but not greasy, mixed with the aroma of onion, ginger and garlic, which made him intoxicated.

The big boss smiled slightly and put the five-lily fish on the chopsticks into his mouth.

As soon as I took a bite, my eyes suddenly widened and I felt an indescribable fresh taste. I couldn't help but take another bite with chopsticks, closing my eyes and savoring the taste impact brought by this delicacy.

“It’s delicious! It’s absolutely delicious! The chef’s skills are amazing.”

Liang Sicheng immediately agreed: "Yes, it's absolutely delicious."

At this time, He Yuzhu just came in with the remaining dishes and said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment, if you like it, eat more."

The big boss said to He Yuzhu, "Come and eat with us. Don't just focus on cooking. Haha."

After saying that, the big boss looked at Secretary Chen and gestured.

Secretary Chen immediately took out a wine glass, filled it with wine for He Yuzhu, and quickly placed the chopsticks and bowl in front of him.

The three of them ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

At the same time, at Yan Fugui's home.

"Uncle, you must not just ignore it.

My father must be buried in peace as soon as possible."

Xu Damao pulled at the corner of Yan Fugui's clothes and begged.

Yan Fugui looked embarrassed and replied, "There's nothing we can do about it. Look, you're not the only one whose family has passed away. Yi Zhonghai's aunt also passed away not long ago."

Yan Fugui could not accept Xu Damao's request at all.

Because if Xu Damao proposed to hold a meeting of the entire institute to raise donations, Yan Fugui would also have to pay.

Xu Damao looked at his sister Xu Fengling helplessly. He really didn't know what to do.

"Brother, why don't we look for Zhang Qiang? Maybe he knows what to do?"

Xu Fengling looked down at Xu Fugui's corpse lying on the ground. She felt a little scared and just wanted to get rid of it quickly.

Xu Damao was also very confused at this time, so he agreed to his sister's suggestion.

Although he was somewhat sad about Xu Fugui's passing, he was more worried that the weather was getting warmer and the food would rot and stink easily.

He remembered someone once saying that if the ** stinks, the whole house will still smell that bad smell years later.

Xu Damao was afraid that if this was true, he would not be able to find a wife in the future.

He hurried to Zhang Qiang's room and asked anxiously, "Zhang Qiang, what do you think we should do with my dad? We can't just leave it at home all the time. It will stink in such hot weather."

Zhang Qiang put down the cup and said indifferently: "That's your business, what does it have to do with me?"

"If I knew how to deal with it, would I still ask you?"

Xu Damao felt that there was no reliable person around him and that he could not be relied upon at critical moments.

Zhang Qiang suddenly smiled and showed a hint of sympathy.

What if Xu Fugui has such a son?

"According to the old rules, people who died of natural causes should be kept at home for three days. Xu Fugui's death was not a natural death, so one day is enough as a token of respect."

"Don't buy those wreaths and burn paper. This will make Xu Fugui not angry."

Zhang Qiang told Xu Damao everything he knew.

Xu Fugui has been executed, which is shameful enough. There is no need to make a big fuss about his funeral.

Xu Damao nodded in agreement, thinking that Zhang Qiang was right.

It is more important to save money for marrying a wife.

Unexpectedly, when Xu Fengling heard that ** would stay at home for a day, she immediately started to make a scene: "Brother, I don't agree to leave Dad at home. I will be scared."

Xu Fengling felt that the gunshot wound on Xu Fugui's head was dark, as if it was going to suck her in.

"According to the old rules, we should stop for three days. We are only stopping for one day now. We can't bury it right away, right?"

Xu Damao also felt that something was wrong, but as a son, he had to handle it properly, otherwise it would affect his marriage in the future.

Despite his sister's objection, Xu Damao began to simply decorate the room.

He found a piece of white cloth, tore it into several strips, and hung it outside the house. From a distance, it really looked like a funeral home.

Zhang Qiang saw Xu Damao busy in the backyard and came over to take a look.

He noticed that Xu Damao hung the white cloth strips like a spirit-calling flag, and wondered whether he really didn't understand or was pretending not to understand.

At this time, Zhang Qiang heard a cry coming from Jia's house.

Ever since Xu Fugui ** was carried back, Qin Huairu has been feeling uneasy.

She had just had a miscarriage and needed to recuperate after the baby was born, but the Xu family was keeping the body at home, which was really unlucky.

Qin Huairu called Yi Zhonghai over and insisted that he say that this was something that offended her.

If Xu Fugui's ** was left here, it would definitely affect her ability to have children in the future.

Yi Zhonghai felt that Qin Huairu was being unreasonable, but then he changed his mind and thought that if it really affected the Yi family's incense, he would regret it.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai went to the Xu family in the backyard.

"Xu Damao, your father cannot be left in this yard. Find a place to bury him quickly."

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Xu Fugui lying on the ground and felt that the white cloth was moving. He shuddered and thought he was seeing things.

"Uncle, according to the rules I have to stop for three days, but my father's death was not glorious enough, so I plan to stop for only one day."

Xu Damao's tone was somewhat pitiful.

He also hoped to get it done as soon as possible, but as a son, he was helpless.

"No, there are women giving birth in the yard, they can't stand this."

Yi Zhonghai was not here to negotiate, his words were orders.

As an uncle, he has the authority.

Xu Fengling felt relieved when she saw that someone objected.

"Brother, grandpa is right, let's quickly find a place to bury dad."

Xu Fengling walked into the next room, took out a shovel, and prepared to help dig the hole.

Xu Damao hesitated for a moment, "But if I bury him directly, people will say I am unfilial."

He spoke candidly about his concerns.

"It's unfilial to let your father's ** stink. Don't think too much about it. Just find a place to bury him."

"Your family doesn't have an ancestral grave, so I think the mass grave in the western suburbs is the most suitable."

Yi Zhonghai directly found a burial place for Xu Fugui.

Ten minutes later, with the help of Yi Zhonghai, Xu Fugui ** was loaded onto the truck.

"Old Xu, at least we know each other, so I'll give you a straw mat so you don't get cold down there."

Yi Zhonghai sighed.

Yi Zhonghai stuffed the straw mat he found at home into the cart.

Fortunately, I didn't throw away any of it when I was sorting out old things. Although my family is not well off, there are always things I can use.

Xu Damao took Xu Fengling with him, thanked Yi Zhonghai, and left on the cart.

Jia family.

"Huai Ru, I have already taken care of things. No one can interfere with our plan to have a son."

Yi Zhonghai tucked the quilt in for Qin Huairu and gently reminded her, "Your body is precious. You must not catch a cold."

"Uncle Yi, I feel like the bad luck of the Xu family has affected me. I feel uncomfortable and want to eat chicken."

Qin Huairu has rarely had the opportunity to receive such care.

She must take this opportunity to have a miscarriage so that she can experience the feeling of being a lady.

“Well, a chicken is nothing, I’ll go buy it now.

As long as I can give you a healthy boy, I will even eat dragon meat, not to mention chicken."

After saying that, Yi Zhonghai gently pinched Qin Huairu's face and then went out to buy a chicken.

夜晚

When Xu Damao returned with his sister, it was already late at night.

Except for the Jia family, all other families in the courtyard had turned off the lights.

"Brother, what's that sound?"

Xu Fengling felt a little frightened and thought the noise today was particularly loud.

Xu Damao glanced at the Jia family, then pulled Xu Fengling and walked quickly towards the backyard.

"There might be an old rat in their house, don't worry."

He was annoyed. Why did things always happen at inappropriate times? Shouldn't it be quieter today? Besides, Qin Huairu had just had a miscarriage.

That unreasonable old Yi Zhonghai doesn't know how to be considerate of others at all.

The next morning, when the villagers saw Xu Damao with a black mourning band wrapped around his arm, they were all quite surprised.

Xu Damao doesn't seem to be a particularly filial person. Is he doing this because he's afraid that the dead will come back to haunt him? "Xu Damao, aren't you being too obviously a filial son?"

"Indeed, I never saw you being so filial when your father was alive, but now that he's dead you've started pretending."

"Are you afraid that Lao Xu will come after you?"

Several aunts were talking at once and laughing at Xu Damao.

"Alright! Everyone, do more good deeds, and let him come to investigate you in the evening."

Xu Damao angrily tore off the black cloth, his face turning ashen.

At this time, He Yuzhu walked out of the room and saw Xu Damao standing in the yard **. He looked like he was in agony, with a sneer on his lips.

"Xu Damao, why don't you mourn for your father?"

He Yuzhu noticed the black cloth in Xu Damao's hand, as if holding his father in his hand. Wasn't it Xu Damao? "What does this have to do with you!"

Xu Damao was already feeling embarrassed by the cold remarks of several aunties, and He Yuzhu's meddling made him even more annoyed.

"Feng Ling, come out quickly, let's go burn paper."

Xu Damao simply buried Xu Fugui overnight and suffered from nightmares after returning home.

He always felt that his father was standing by his bed, blaming him for not buying him a coffin.

To this end, Xu Damao prepared to burn more paper money to make Xu Fugui a wealthy dead ghost.

Just when he was about to take Xu Fengling away, Yi Zhonghai walked out of the Jia family.

"Xu Damao, did you bury your father in a mass grave?"

Yi Zhonghai held a vest in his hand and looked at Xu Damao seriously.

If he hadn't taken the lead and properly handled Xu Fugui's matter last night, I'm afraid no one would have been able to sleep well today.

Yi Zhonghai felt that he played a vital role in this courtyard.

"It was done, but the straw mat can't fit in at all. It's really not okay. Even my father feels it's shabby."

The night before, Xu Damao spread a tattered straw mat in the pit, but was laughed at by the hired helpers.

When my old father passed away, there was not only no coffin, but even the straw mat he used was in a mess. It was really sad.

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but feel ashamed.