As soon as Zhang Wei heard this, he understood that it was the Xiangtian equity issue, so he replied angrily: "There is no explanation. If you are here to burn paper for my mother, my brother and I will kneel on the ground and kowtow to you in return. The rest of our family

I don’t even have time to pay attention.”

As soon as Zhang Wei finished speaking, these people immediately started shouting again, and the curses were very unpleasant.

Zhang Wei simply ignored it and continued to concentrate on burning paper money in the brazier.

At this time, the 70-year-old man signaled everyone to be quiet, then walked to the coffin and offered Zhang Wei's mother a stick of incense.

"Sister, you have really hurt me by going here. You told me before that you could make a lot of money by buying Xiangtian's shares. I believed you and took out all the coffins and invested in them with you...

…”

As he spoke, the old man wiped away his tears.

"But sister, if you leave, you will cause great harm to me... Now I don't have a penny, and my wife is also mad. I just wanted to buy you one before I came here."

Wreaths, not a penny in my pocket..."

"Now my brother has no face to go back to his family, and his wife is sick and has no money to take care of her. This is all caused by you... If you have a soul in heaven, you can ask your son to pay my money for you."

Me, otherwise, if you see me brother, I can’t survive because of you, and you won’t feel at ease down there either…”

At the end of the story, the old man actually lay down in front of the funeral, hugged the portrait of Zhang Wei's mother and started crying.

Taking the lead, several other people immediately followed suit when they saw this. They all ran to Zhang Wei's mother's coffin and started crying.

All of a sudden, the mourning hall was filled with cries and howls, and some people were even sobbing as if they were about to die.

Seeing this scene, uninformed people would really think that Zhang Wei was heartbroken over the death of his mother.

However, Zhang Wei's father and son all understood that these people were not at all sad, and even if they were, they were sad about their little money.

These people are determined to cause a fuss in the mourning hall!

Just when Zhang Wei's face was getting darker and darker, and he was about to call his brother to throw the people out one by one, there was a sudden "crackling" sound, and the altar table in front of the coffin fell to the ground, with incense candles, sacrifices, and more.

It fell all over the floor.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei had no time to think about anything else and hurriedly looked for the burning incense candles on the ground.

However, it was already too late.

The candle fell to the ground and broke into several sections, and the flame was extinguished. When Zhang Wei picked up the last broken incense head, the green smoke on the incense head also dissipated.

The incense in front of the soul was cut off in front of Zhang Wei's eyes.

The wake is the incense before the wake. Cutting off the incense is the greatest unfilial piety and the greatest disrespect to the deceased.

According to feudal superstition, if the incense is cut off before the soul, the deceased will feel uneasy on the road to death, and may even feel resentful and unable to reincarnate again.

And incense also means the inheritance of incense...

This means that his Zhang family will be extinct!

Even if Zhang Wei doesn't believe this in his heart, staying at the funeral is the only thing he can do for his mother now, and even he, as a son, cannot do this...

"What evil has my family done?"

Zhang Wei's father yelled heartbreakingly and fell to the ground.

"dad!……"

After a flurry of activity, Zhang Wei's father suddenly woke up.

Seeing that those people were still there, he immediately raised his hand tremblingly, pointed at those people and said weakly: "Get out... let them get out..."

Zhang Wei nodded, but he did not immediately follow his father's words. Instead, he and his brother worked together to carry his father into the house.

Not long after, Zhang Wei came to the mourning hall alone, glanced at the messy mourning hall, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! You won! I admit it! Our family admits it! You can get out now! What the hell!

Get out of here!"

However, none of these people moved.

At this time, the 70-year-old man stood up again: "Is your family prepared to lose money?"

Zhang Wei took a deep breath: "Yes, you will bring your things to get paid tomorrow. Now you are satisfied! Now you can get out!"
Chapter completed!