Chapter 456 Mourning (4)

Mats were laid on both sides of the coffin. At this time, the brothers and sisters of the Zhou family were all there. Man Bao looked around and wanted to sit down with the eldest sister. When guests come to pay homage, remember to return the gift, do you know how to return the gift?"

Man Bao nodded hesitantly.

The old Zhou family had never held a funeral, but other families in the village did, and Man Bao also went there, knowing that the dutiful sons on both sides would bow down and bow their heads in return.

As soon as the genius came up, a guest came to the door with a Dianyi. The first to arrive was the Qian family, and then some people in the village.

The old Zhoutou family and many other people in the village borrowed tables, chairs and benches. Knowing that there are many people eating, they simply placed them under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village along the road in front of the old Zhou's house.

The meals were also distributed to the neighbors' houses for cooking, each household was responsible for ten tables, the chopped meat was distributed to each household, and there were bags of flour mixed with wheat bran...

No one thinks this is wrong. If you invite so many people, and it's not a big family, who can hold a banquet with all white flour and white rice?

Moreover, this is the first year after the disaster.

When the real funeral was organized, the old Zhoutou and the Qian family completely ignored it, and even the sons and daughters of the old Zhou family did not intervene. down.

The old Zhoutou helped the Qian family out, and the two of them also sat beside the coffin, but they were not wearing linen clothes, just a white linen cloth tied around their waists.

From time to time, the two of them threw some millet into the brazier, and their eyes were a little red.

All the villagers who came to pay their respects, the husband and wife solemnly returned with a salute.

What the Zhang family saw was that Old Zhou Tou and Qian Shi were bending over and thanking the person who had just served the incense. As soon as they looked up, the two sides met.

Old Zhou Tou pressed his wife's hand, put on his shoes and walked out, "Cousin, cousin, are you here?"

Boss Zhang frowned, "You are a brother, why are you sitting there?"

Zhang Lao Er looked around and said, "Brother, don't worry about him, I don't like my cousin feeling guilty. By the way, cousin, where do we sit?"

A young man came up and said, "It's the cousin of the Zhang family, come and come, your table is in the courtyard, I will lead you there."

Zhang Lao Er gave the small bag he brought to the person who received Dianyi at the door. He didn't keep his name. He walked over to the table with his hands behind his back and said, "This table is not enough."

The voice finally fell, and the people behind the Zhang family finally arrived, and a large number of people came in, men, women, and children crowded into a pile, and one was even hugged in his arms, looking at only seven or eight month old.

Not to mention one table, three tables may not be able to sit down.

Old Zhou looked dumbfounded, watching these people he knew or didn't know.

Qian's brows twitched, but she didn't speak or get up. Instead, she grabbed a handful of millet knots and threw them into the brazier, causing it to make a crackling sound.

Thinking of the steamed buns and vegetables that so many people were going to eat, Old Zhoutou felt a pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand to grab Boss Zhang, and asked, "Cousin, who are these, how come I don't know a few?"

Boss Zhang's face sank, and he said, "That's why you married a wife and forgot your mother. Which of the people who came here is not your cousin? Those two belong to the uncle's family, and the other belongs to the second aunt's family..."

"Second aunt?" Old Zhou's face was a little dark, "Isn't my grandfather and grandmother only my mother and a daughter, why is there a second aunt?"

"It's my cousin!"

Damn it!

Old Zhoutou almost couldn't help scolding, he twitched his mouth and couldn't speak, and his heartache was unbearable.

But he didn't have a lot of mental activity at all, staring at Boss Zhang, if it wasn't because this was his uncle's son, he really wanted, really wanted...

Old Zhou closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Cousin, you all sit first, sit first, no, no, put the incense stick on the second brother first..."

"Let's serve the incense for a while," Zhang Lao Er, who came over with a bowl of water, said dissatisfiedly: "I said, cousin, it's almost noon, and your meals haven't been opened yet? We went out early in the morning, I’m already hungry, why don’t you eat first and then serve the fragrance?”

"Yes, yes," an old lady holding a child said with a sad face, "We adults can be hungry, but children can't."

Old Zhoutou turned around and was about to leave. The village chief finally squeezed in from the outside and said quickly, "Come on, come on, this is the cousin of the Zhang family. I haven't seen you for many years. How are you?"

"Okay."

"How can it be considered okay? Look, Uncle Yin is younger than your son, and you actually came in person. Uncle Yin knows how happy he is. Come on, let's give Xiao Yin first. Uncle Yin puts the incense stick, and I will immediately let the kitchen prepare food for you first."

After finally appeasing the Zhang family, the village chief pulled Old Zhou's head aside and said with sweat on his head, "Uncle Jin, today is Uncle Yin's big day, you have to suppress your temper, or just come here. Do you have more people? Just be patient, be patient.”

"How can I bear it, his family brought me three tables, and the three tables may not be able to sit down," Lao Zhoutou said angrily: "He is my uncle's house, if you don't call it, you can't justify it, call, come from your direct relative. That's fine, then the sons of my cousins ​​who have turned a lot of corners are also brought to me, how much relationship do I have with them, and how much relationship does my Zhou Yin have with them?"

"Okay, okay, it's your heart to come."

Only then did Old Zhoutou lose his breath and swallowed it reluctantly, but before he could breathe out the breath, Uncle Lai's son brought two small bags over, and he said embarrassedly, "Brother Jin, What do you think about this?"

He opened the bag for Lao Zhou to look at.

Old Zhou Tou saw what was inside at a glance, and almost didn't come up in one breath.

The village chief was so frightened that he hurriedly supported him. In fact, seriously, Old Zhoutou is not too young, so don't get angry.

Shirou, who was sitting farther outside, couldn't help but ran down his shoes and asked, "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Uncle Lai showed him the bag, and Shizuo Lang was confused. Isn't this the small cloth bag that everyone usually uses to store money and food?

He opened it directly, and when he saw a few grains of wheat mixed in a large pile of yellow-brown bran, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Whose family came to eat dinner and gave gifts like this?

It's better not to send it!

Chu Lang closed the bag and asked angrily, "Who sent it?"

Uncle Lai quietly pointed to Zhang's house not far away, "A total of two bags were sent..."

Seeing that Chuu Lang had taken up three tables and still couldn't sit down, the Zhang family, who were going to the next table to squeeze people out, were silent.

It was his grandmother's family home, and the person who came had to be called his cousin. How can I say that?

Thursday Lang peeked to see his father.