Old Man Huang spent a lot of money on his grand funeral.

The busy people were really exhausted for several days. At first, they were all tired later, and even Jiang Xiaoye was in the mood to care.

It’s better to have a simple custom in Yushan Village, but once it is done in large quantities, it will be really uncomfortable.

Some people's legs were swollen when they kowtowed.

Old Man Huang's grandson was about to cry. He was wearing beggar pants, with his knees exposed, and his legs were blue when he knelt. He couldn't kneel, and Zhao Wuliu stared at him.

If something is wrong, I will hit it with a slap.

As soon as the funeral was completed, Old Man Huang's grandson ran away faster than anyone else, and he didn't think about seeking revenge on Zhao Wuliu. He had seen Zhao Wuliu's martial arts value these days.

I can't beat it, forget it.

The old village chief had already summoned all the elderly in the village to talk about this at the mountain temple. Jiang Xiaoye was calculating at home how many chickens and ducks they would lay eggs at that time, and was also called.

There are more than 160 elderly people in Yushan Village who are over 60 years old, accounting for one-third of the number.

In the past, the name of the elderly village was not built.

As soon as Jiang Xiaoye arrived, the big brown bear sleeping in the mountain temple crawled out and lazily stretched and leaned behind Jiang Xiaoye.

The little brown bear is now pushing the light bear to be domineering every day, but it is still free.

Otherwise, the little brown bear would come to complain seven or eight times a day.

"Xiao Ye is here too. Who else hasn't come in the village? Let's take a look first. I'll discuss something with everyone if there are enough people."

The old village chief knocked his pipe and then stood up and started counting people.

"What's the matter? You have to talk to people like me, what are you talking about? If you have anything, just make the decision with Xiaoye. You don't want to build a nursing home for us, right? I don't need a lot of grandchildren here, I can still work."

"Yes, don't build a nursing home, otherwise the children will ignore it. Look at Old Man Huang, just such an old daughter. This family is really cruel. Old Man Huang couldn't do it half a year ago and they didn't know how to come and have a look."

"What's the matter?"

"Xiao Ye, what's the good thing?"

The old people in the village were wondering what was going on and needed to discuss it with a group of old people.

"All of them are here, and I'll go one by one at that time. Xiaoye, will I tell you?" The old village chief looked at Jiang Xiaoye who was fucking the big brown bear.

"Second Grandpa, tell me." Jiang Xiaoye rubbed the big brown bear's head and raised his head, "Just say I'll listen."

"Zhong, then I've said it."

The old village chief pulled his coat and said, "It's going to be cold this day. The old people in the village are not as good as the other one. You have seen it. Old Man Huang was fine two days ago, and he kicked his legs. He walked with a glorious and glorious journey, but the village suffered. Now there are policies on it, and it is not allowed to waste extravagance and big deals."

"What a mess, just say it's straightforward, what's the stuff about this article?"

"That's right, what are you talking about?"

"Can't understand."

The old people in the village have no cultural level at all, and they didn't know what the old village chief wanted to say for a while.

"That is to say, in the village, you can build a columbarium. When the person dies, he will send it to cremation directly. I will offer you the feng shui in our village, and we will also bless the mountain gods. Look at the ancestral tombs. Now the graves are all messy. Do you think?"

The old village chief wanted to build a columbarium, but he had always followed the party's policies. This time, Old Man Huang's death made him more deeply understand the shortcomings brought by this bad habit.

"Armor Hall?"

"Is this dead and cremated? Then I will put it in a small box and put it in the ashes to get things? I've heard of it."

"I feel this is not good."

"Xiao Ye, come and tell us about this ashes."

The elderly all discussed what the ashes are, and they still know a little about them.

Jiang Xiaoye saw the old village chief also signaling, and immediately stood up and smiled and said, "The second grandfather meant this. The ancestral tomb is rebuilt. Those who are willing to enter the ashes hall, and those who are willing to enter the ashes tomb will enter the ashes tomb. The ashes will be built together with the mountain temple. Yushan Village will come to worship during the Chinese New Year. You have also seen Grandpa Huang these two days. Although the scenery is so grand, the whole village will be busy."

"Not buried? What does it mean?"

There is an old man who still doesn't understand.

"It's you group of people who are about to die. Don't mess around. If you die, you will be cremated into the ashes and cleanly."

Zhao Wuliu mentioned that this cucumber came, and after listening to it, he immediately gave the old people a profound explanation.

"Fuck, who is going to die soon?"

"How many years can you live? Look at these old disabled people, they can't live for three or five days. Old Man Huang will have to work so many days when he dies. At that time, you will die in a queue, one by one. Our Yushan Village will be hung in a high spirit shed for a year, and the whole village will sing happily?"

Zhao Wuliu pointed to Old Man Zhou and his men, and there were white lanterns hanging outside. Old Man Huang was busy all over the village for so long. If he had come one after another, Yushan Village would have been able to listen to music this year.

"Baby, who are you talking about? We are in great health!"

When Old Man Zhou saw Zhao Wuliu signaling to him, he stood up with a cane in anger.

"Don't like to listen. It's okay if you have a lot of children and grandchildren. You children are not around, or you are just children and daughters. There is a slaughter hall that will be taken care of by you every day after death. You burn paper for you during the festival. If you throw the graves away, who will waste paper money for you in the future? You are stupid. This thing has been passed down for generations and has been passed down from generation to generation. When will the graves be confused all of a sudden? Heavy rains flood the mountain torrents and pushed them. You are all lonely ghosts."

After Zhao Wuliuo gnawed the cucumber, he threw the cucumber head and said, "What are you doing in a stand-in? Discuss it. Xiao Ye, my car is here. Teach me to drive, don't waste time here."

"No hurry, wait first."

Jiang Xiaoye was ashamed. If you have anything to do in the future, you can just ask Zhao Wuliu for anything. You dare to say anything. Although it is a bit nonsense, it is indeed the reason.

"Although Zhao Wuliu speaks badly, it still makes sense. This ashes hall has been left with its name forever and will be convenient for relocation and rectification in the future. It will be offered to you for generations, and your names will be passed down from generation to generation. Even if you have children, filial piety, grandchildren, and great-grandson? The ancestral tombs in this mountain are messy, and there are many people who are messing around. The ashes hall is different. I decided that I will die and go to the ashes hall!"

The old village chief immediately expressed his attitude.

"I am alone and I am also in the ashes. I will not waste my life, and I will not waste my life even if I die."

An old man spoke and expressed his opinion.

"I don't want to drag others down, I'll go to the ashes!"
Chapter completed!