Old Man Huang died, and many people in Yushan Village were busy. After all, Yushan Village was very cumbersome to have funerals.

Getting married is even better, and the whole village holds a banquet with some conditions.

"Xiao Ye, you have good handwriting, come and write a white book!"

Some villagers greeted Jiang Xiaoye.

"Little bastard, why are Xiaoye writing this for nothing? I can just write it. He doesn't know how to write it if he has good handwriting!"

The old village chief left his pipe and rubbed his hands over.

"Uncle, you are flying on the grass and crawling with crabs. What do you write? How good is Xiaoye writing? Xiaoye's handwriting is also good." The villagers of Yushan Village expressed dissatisfaction. The old village chief's handwriting is really not very good.

"I used to write it, why did you want to rebel?"

The old village chief was reluctant and glared.

Bai Shu has a special letter. The old village chief seems to be unlucky to write this thing, so he doesn't want Jiang Xiaoye to touch it.

And it's really difficult.

Jiang Xiaoye has seen that the format requirements for this thing are very strict, and there is no mistake in a word. There is a special person to write it. It was written by the old village chief in the past.

It mainly describes the name of the dead, the cause of death, the time, the age, cremation, the opening and funeral time, etc. Finally, it describes the signatures of the descendants and the nephews of the five-dresses, etc.

Yushan Village wrote in advance, and many of the things were supplemented later. The content of the white book was also varied, almost every household was different.

This thing represents the cultural level of a village, which is complex and profound. If you don’t study specifically, you can easily make mistakes and jokes. The old village chief was the hope of the whole village at the beginning. He was the only one who stayed in the village for the older generation of literacy.

Of course, he gave all this stuff to him.

In order to learn this white book, the old village chief consulted several elderly people in the village, and combined with his own alternative fonts, the villagers treated it as a joke.

"This old man Huang is just a big daughter. It's easy to report the death. If you get it done with one phone call, it's easier to die by then. Just bury it for me."

Old man Zhou, a five-guarantee household in the village, was trembling with his crutch and his eyes were red.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad. Old man Huang had a body similar to his, but he walked in front of him. He also knew that he would be alive in a few days.

For those who are going to exhaust their vitality, Jiang Xiaoye's methods are completely ineffective. They can cure the disease, but it is too difficult to recover from the problem of decay of their own vitality.

"Old man Zhou, you are so proud of your mouth. Don't wait for a moment to kick your legs and really go to the funeral together."

Zhao Wuliu came with a dog, holding a cigarette in his mouth and wanted to pat Old Man Zhou. Jiang Xiaoye quickly reached out to stop him. He couldn't stand firmly at this station, so you can't even take a picture!

"Woof, woof, woof!"

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

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

Old man Zhou glared at him. Zhao Wuliu ate a hundred family meals when he was a child. When he grew up, he became a thousand family meals. There was no place in the village that he would not harm him.

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

"That's what you said..."

Zhao Wuliu lost his temper in an instant and muttered to enter the mountain temple because this was true. He had no such old people from the village when he was a child, so he had long been starved to death.

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

Some villagers joked that Zhao Wuliu is no longer stealing, but they dare to joke.

"Then you want to ask your daughter to come back and go with me, and we will give it to you in pairs."

"Get out, I have two girls!"

Zhao Wuliu was mocked everywhere he went. After all, there was no one in the village who was not harmed. Jiang Xiaoye alone knew that he would not let go of the chicken, duck, fish, meat, and vegetables he grew at home. Naturally, everyone called him a type of beating.

It’s nothing he doesn’t want to do when he sees someone having sex, and he squats on the wall to watch someone take a shower.

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

Old Man Huang didn't want to affect his daughter's life, and he had never even been to the village.

"Who paid for the money and expenses for this funeral? It seems like it's going to be done in big ways, right?"

Old Man Huang's son-in-law whispered to his wife.

"It should be that we should go out, my dad is the only daughter."

"How much does that cost?"

The whole family was talking about it. After all, depending on this scale and local customs, it really cost tens of thousands of yuan at least.

"Cao, Qianqian Qianqian Qianqian Qianqian Qianqian Qianqian Qianqian, are we short of money in Yushan Village? Where did the local bullies come from? Qianqian village, you will finish crying. Don't behave like the local bullies."

Zhao Wuliu glanced at the family.

"The village is out? You have to pay for the banquet too. So we will collect the money we collect, right?" This son-in-law is also a weirdo.

"Do you believe it or not, I will beat you?"

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

"Say it, let it go!" Old Man Huang's grandson immediately walked over with full momentum.

"Okay, Zhao Wuliu." Jiang Xiaoye also understood why Old Man Huang never went back after he went to the city once, saying that he would not disturb his daughter's life. Such a son-in-law is really magical.

Slapping Zhao Wuliu's hand away, Jiang Xiaoye looked at Old Man Huang's daughter and said, "Auntie, Grandpa Huang's funeral money is paid in the village. All the expenses are paid in the village. Let's send it to Grandpa Huang. The village's hanging paper money and other things will also be returned to the village. To be honest, Grandpa Huang has not left the village for more than ten years. If it weren't for his death this time, I would have thought Grandpa Huang was a five-guarantee household."

"What does my grass mean? What does my grandfather mean? Is my five-guarantee household? It means we won't come? Why are you doing so much? Who are you?"

The grandson of Old Man Huang, who had been fooling around, was immediately unhappy and spitted phlegm on the ground, looking at Jiang Xiaoye with a slant.

"What are some things to do with you?"

Zhao Wuliu could not stand it. He just slapped his mouth.

Jiang Xiaoye took a decisive step back.

"Stop disfiguring the face, give Grandpa Huang a face and teach him a lesson."

What, little pussy, are you crazy? Jiang Xiaoye turned around and left. He didn't forget to remind Zhao Wuliu, don't slap him, just slap him a few more!

The grandson of the old man Huang who was slapped in circles was slapped in circles and was slapped back by Zhao Wuliu on the spot, and he opened his bows left and right, making a slap.

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

"Zhao Wuliu!"

When a few old men saw that Zhao Wuliu had beaten people, they hurried over to stop him. He was also Old Man Huang's grandson, although he had never been to the village.

"Xiao Ye asked me to beat me, what do you think I'm doing!" Zhao Wuliu decisively turned the blame.

"Then it should be beaten, beat!"

"This kid deserves a beating at first sight, and never knew how to see Old Man Huang, I deserve a beating!" When the old man heard that it was Jiang Xiaoye who asked him to beat him, he turned around and continued to sort out some things for funeral use.

"Woom!" The little yellow dog yelled and cheered Zhao Wuliu.
Chapter completed!