Taoyuan Mountain Village

Chapter 574 Xiao Ye let him fight

With the death of Old Man Huang, many people in Yushan Village became busy. After all, the fun and fun in Yushan Village are very complicated.

Marriage is even stronger, and the whole village has a banquet with some conditions.

"Xiao Ye, your handwriting is good, you can write a white book!"

Some villagers greeted Jiang Xiaoye.

"Little bunny, what is Xiao Ye doing writing this? I can do it, he doesn't know how to write it!"

The old village chief took the pipe away, rubbed his hands and passed.

"Old uncle, fly on the grass and crawl with crabs, write what to write, how good is Xiaoye's writing, Xiaoye's handwriting is also beautiful." The villagers of Yushan Village expressed dissatisfaction, the old village chief's handwriting is really not What's up.

"It was written by me before, so why do you want to rebel?"

The old village chief was unwilling, his eyes stared.

The white book has a special note, and the old village chief seems to be unlucky to write this thing, so he doesn't want Jiang Xiaoye to touch it.

And the difficulty is really high.

Jiang Xiaoye has seen that the format requirements for writing this thing are very strict, no word is wrong, and there is a special person to write it, which was written by the old village chief before.

It mainly writes the name of the deceased person, the reason for death, the time, the age, the cremation, the hanging and the funeral time, etc., and the last is to write down the signatures of the descendants and grandnephews in Wufu, etc.

It was written in advance by Yushan Village, and many things were added later. The content of the white book is also varied, and almost every household is different.

This thing represents the cultural level of a village. It is complex and profound. It is easy to make mistakes and jokes if you don't specialize in learning. The old village chief was the hope of the whole village at the beginning. Only the older generation literate stayed in the village.

Naturally, all this was given to him.

In order to learn this white book, the old village chief consulted the elderly in several villages, combined with his own alternative fonts, but made the villagers laugh.

"This old man Huang is just a big girl. It is easy to report the funeral, and it will be solved by a phone call. It will be easier if I die by then, so I can just bury it directly."

Old man Zhou, a five-guarantee household in the village, tremblingly leaned on a cane, his eyes flushed.

The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad. Old man Huang's body is similar to him, but he walks in front of him. He also knows that he will be alive in a few days.

For people who are about to run out of vitality, Jiang Xiaoye's methods are completely ineffective and can cure the disease, but it is simply too difficult to restore the problem of his own vitality decay.

"Old man Zhou, your mouth is open, don't wait for a kick and really funeral together."

Zhao Wuliu came with the dog, dangling a cigarette and wanted to pat Old Man Zhou, Jiang Xiaoye hurriedly reached out to stop him, this station is unsteady, you still pat!

"Bow!"

Zhao Wuliu's yellow dog enthusiastically rubbed Jiang Xiaoye's legs, and happily circled Jiang Xiaoye.

"You bastard, you don't want to think about who delivered you food every day when you were a kid. If I die, you will be my son and funeral. I don't want to be a ghost."

Old Man Zhou glared, Zhao Wuliu ate Baijiafan when he was a child, but when he grew up, he ate Qianjiafan. There is no one in ten miles and eight townships that he will not harm him.

In the past, some old people in the village often gave food to Zhao Wuliu when he was a child.

"What this says..."

Zhao Wuliu lost his temper in an instant, and grumbled into the mountain temple because it was true. When he was a child, there was no such old man in the village, he would have starved to death.

"Zhao Wuliu, this old man Huang doesn't have a son. Why would you cry for Grandpa Huang as a son?"

Some people in the village joked that now Zhao Wuliu doesn't sneer at the dog, they dare to make a joke.

"Then you have to ask your girl to come back with Lao Tzu, and we will send it in pairs."

"Go away, I have two girls!"

Zhao Wuliu is always ridiculed wherever he goes. After all, the villagers are not unscathed. Jiang Xiaoye alone knows that his family’s chickens, ducks, fish, hanging meat, and vegetables are not spared. Naturally everyone Shouting type.

Look at other people's intercourse, squat on the wall to watch people take a shower, there is no one who doesn't do it.

When it was getting late, Huang's old girl came back, crying for the sadness, along with her husband, a working son and daughter-in-law, and a grandson, who really had children and grandchildren.

Old man Huang didn't want to affect his daughter's life, and he had not even been to the village.

"Who pays for the funeral money and expenses? Does this seem like a big deal?"

Old man Huang's son-in-law asked his wife in a low voice.

"It should be for us to go out. My dad is just my daughter."

"How much does it cost?"

The whole family talked a lot, after all, depending on the scale and local customs, it really costs tens of thousands of dollars at least.

"Grass, money, money, money, money, your uncle, are we in Yushan Village who are short of money? Where do the turtles come from, and those from Qian Village, you will be over crying, don't trim them like the turtles."

Zhao Wuliu glanced at the family.

"Out of the village? You have to pack the banquet. Then we charge the money for hanging paper, right?" This son-in-law is also a strange thing.

"Do you believe me or not, I'll smoke you?"

Zhao Wuliu stepped forward and grabbed the son-in-law by the collar.

"Let go, grass!" Old man Huang's grandson walked over immediately.

"Okay, Zhao Wuliu." Jiang Xiaoye also understood why the old man Huang never went to the city again after he had been to the city once. He said that he would not disturb his daughter's life. Such a son-in-law is really amazing.

Patting away Zhao Wuliu's hand, Jiang Xiaoye looked at Old Man Huang's daughter and said, "Mother, Grandpa Huang's funeral is from the village. All expenses are from the village. Give Grandpa Huang a good gift. The village hangs paper money. The kind will also go to the village. To be honest, Grandpa Huang hasn't left the village for more than a decade. If it hadn't been for this time, I would have thought Grandpa Huang was a five-guarantee household."

"What do you mean by me? Why do you call my grandfather a five-guarantee household? It means we don't come here? What are you doing so much? Who are you?

The grandson of the old man Huang, who had been behaving like a fool, was suddenly upset, spitting on the ground, and looked at Jiang Xiaoye sideways.

"What the **** are you going to do?"

Where Zhao Wuliu could stand it, he came up with a big mouth.

Jiang Xiaoye took a step back decisively.

"Don't be disfigured, give Grandpa Huang a face, and just give it a lesson."

Oh, boy, is there something wrong with your brain? Jiang Xiaoye turned around and left, don't forget to remind Zhao Wuliu, don't slap to finish things, slap a few more!

The grandson Huang, who was slapped in the same place and turned in circles, was slapped back in place by Zhao Wuliu, and he slapped his bow left and right, and slapped.

"Zhao Wuliu, what are you doing? Don't beat people!"

"Zhao Wuliu!"

Several old people saw that Zhao Wuliu had beaten people, and hurried over to stop him. This was also Old Man Huang's grandson, although he had never been to the village.

"Xiao Ye told me to fight, what do you guys say I did!" Zhao Wuliu shook the pot decisively.

"Then fight, fight!"

"This baby is owed as soon as he saw it, and he never knew he would come to see Old Man Huang, owe it!" When the old people heard that Jiang Xiaoye had asked him to fight, they turned around and went on to sort out some funeral stuff.

"Wow!" The little yellow dog yelled, cheering Zhao Wuliu.