Chapter 459 Mourning (seven)
"You forgot, it was when my cousin said that he wanted to get married, and there was no rice to cook at home, so I borrowed a little from our family. Cousin, you have seen it today. For my uncle's funeral, my family spent a lot of money. Big money,"
Zhou Zhou Lang held his arm tightly to help him out, and said sadly, "Last year was another year of disasters, and this year's summer food hasn't come down yet. Now we borrow the rice noodles from the villagers, so we don't have to pay for it. Uncle, why don't you return the rice you borrowed from my family back then?"
Zhang Lao Er forcefully broke away from Zhou Luang's hand, and said solemnly, "I don't remember such a thing, did you remember it wrong?"
"Impossible, cousin, I have a good memory."
"You don't remember things when you are young, otherwise you wait for me to ask your father, and your father must not know about it."
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Tuesday Lang pouted, turned around and went back.
Shirou took the steamed buns out of his mouth in disgust and gave them back to him, and he took it and ate it, and despised Shirou, "Now that you know it's disgusting, you used to eat my saliva and grow up."
Thursday Lang almost vomited, "Second brother, say it again!"
On Tuesday, Lang stopped teasing him.
Man Bao looked at the Zhang family looking around in the yard from behind Wednesday Lang, and said curiously, "I haven't seen them."
"That's your grandma's family. We haven't seen each other for several years. It's normal for you not to remember."
Zhou Dalang thought of something, and his face changed, "Oh, the room full of treasures."
Friday Lang and Saturday Lang changed their faces when they heard the words, and ran to the next courtyard.
They know that there are many, many silver ingots in the Man Treasure House.
The two brothers rushed to the small courtyard next door like calves, and saw Man Bao's door was closed, and a lock locked the door.
The brothers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then felt that there seemed to be noises in their room not far away.
The two looked at each other and walked up quietly. Wu Lang opened the door with a bang, and saw a dirty child turning over the bamboo box where he put his clothes, and the well-placed quilt on the bed. It was turned over in a mess.
With a loud cry, Friday Lang rushed up to hold the child down, and started to search for his clothes.
He was about to call Saturday Lang to help, but when he saw Saturday Lang rushed out, a strange shout came from the yard.
Wu Wulang directly covered the mouth of the child below, and shouted outside: "Cover his mouth, search the body, quickly search the body, I didn't believe what the third brother said, but it turned out to be true, are your Zhang family all thieves? "
Friday Lang searched the person and finally found the eight cents he had hidden in his clothes.
On Friday, Lang saw the thief who stole money for the first time in his life. He was so angry that he beat him directly, "I told you to steal money, I told you to steal money, I hid it in the pillow, and my father didn't even touch it. You are better than me. Dad still has a face."
In the yard, Saturday Lang roared loudly, shouting, "Five brothers, help me—"
Wu Wulang slapped the black boy and finally slapped the black boy. When he rushed out, he saw that his sixth brother was being pinned down and beaten.
When Wednesday Lang and Thursday Lang ran over, what they saw was that their two younger brothers were beating a teenager, and they were tearing up the man's tattered clothes. They found a few cents from a pile of cloth strips. .
Wednesday and Thursday: …
Friday Lang and Saturday Lang worked together to drive the two broken children away, and then carefully looked at the other rooms, only to find that only the rooms of Zhou Lang and Man Bao were locked in the few rooms on the side of the courtyard, while the others' rooms were locked. rummaged.
The flowers that Daya and Erya and Sanya had placed in the room and sent by Manbao are gone.
The brothers were so angry that they turned around to find their parents.
Wednesday Lang hurriedly held him back, "Are you stupid, it's useless to ask your parents for such a thing, come on, the third brother will teach you, you go to Daya and the others..."
Wednesday Lang taught the two of them his experience, probably because he was afraid that they would suffer a loss, he even gave him a special look, and after hesitating for a while, he shook his head.
Thursday Lang said: "third brother, what do you mean by shaking your head?"
"It's a pity that you are married, otherwise you will still be a 'child'," Zhou Lang sighed: "But you are now the father of a child, if you do something like that, the cousin and the others will definitely not let them go, so I still forget it."
Thursday Lang's eyes rolled around, and he gave Zhou Lang an idea, "What about your friends? Call them, motherfucker, who bullied our old Zhou family and bullied us into our house, when we were still children?"
Saturday Lang is the youngest. He knows that his cousin's family is not good. In his memory, he would be bullied every time he was with his cousin's family, but those memories are long gone.
After all, the two haven't seen each other for many years, haven't they?
But this time, the scene of being bullied in my memory was not only recollected, but also more intense than before.
Saturday Lang's eyes were all red, and those who were wronged rolled up their sleeves and cried, "I have friends, I'll go find them!"
Of course, Wu Wulang was with him. They have always been the king of children of the same age in the village. Because of their wealth and power these years, they have developed a momentum early, how could they endure this breath silently?
Wu Wulang and the others were aggressively looking for someone, and the compound separated by a wall was also surging.
The Taoist priests of the Taoist temple came down the mountain. They would have a meal here, and then hold a soul-calling ceremony. After the soul-calling ceremony, they would be buried with them.
Yesterday, Mrs. Qian went up the mountain with Zhou Yin's birth date and asked about the auspicious time of the burial, and made an appointment for the time of the conjuring. At this time, the Taoist priests went down the mountain, and the old Zhoutou and Mrs. Qian went to greet them.
Man Bao followed behind him like a little tail, Daohe grabbed Man Bao and whispered, "Your house is so lively."
Man Bao nodded perfunctorily.
Seeing her absent-mindedness, Daohe sighed and said, "You mourn and obey."
Man Bao nodded seriously.
While waiting for the Taoist priests to eat, Lao Zhoutou sat back on the mat beside the coffin, and Man Bao sat beside him.
Boss Zhang and Er Zhang swayed in from outside the gate, and when they saw the Taoist priest sitting in the courtyard, they couldn't help squinting.
The two entered the mourning hall directly, without taking off their shoes, they sat directly on the mat.
Man Bao frowned.
Boss Zhang was next to Old Zhou and sighed: "Cousin, you haven't been to my house for several years, haven't you?"
Old Zhou Tou raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but said nothing.
Although he can't drive people out or quarrel with people, he can ignore them.
Boss Zhang didn't mind either, sitting up with his legs crossed, his dirty shoes rubbing against the mat, Old Zhou turned his head to one side simply, out of sight.
Boss Zhang also raised his head and looked inside, thinking that he was looking at a coffin, and asked, "A good person, how can he be gone if he doesn't."
