After rushing all night and driving at an average of 50% of the highway speed throughout the journey, Zhang Kun finally did not arrive in Xinming Village before 8 o'clock.

But Zhang Kun was not depressed at all. After pressing the car window just now, Zhang Kun was sure and sure that the firecrackers would not be set off for more than half an hour, at least for no more than an hour.

And a funeral team carrying heavy coffins is destined to not go too fast. They cannot walk too far in half an hour or at most one hour.

Sure enough, when Zhang Kun stepped on the accelerator and followed the traces of firecrackers setting off, in less than ten minutes, Zhang Kun heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from afar.

Zhang Kun looked along the sound, through the winding cement road in the fields, three or four hundred meters ahead, a human dragon that could not be seen at a glance.

At the end is a crowd of people dressed in regular clothes, friends of some villagers or family members in the village. Among the crowd, some people followed silently with their hands empty, while others were holding various wreaths and walking quietly.

In front of the crowd were two winding dragon lanterns, one 108 niao and one 72 niao, one 108 niao is one person, and the two long dragons combined are about a hundred meters long.

In front of the dragon lantern, there are bright flags, red or green, and the big red pennant, which accounts for the majority, all show the big word "king".

In front of the flag, there was a black coffin carried by eight people. On the beam in the middle of the coffin, there was also a paper crane and a lively big rooster.

In front of the coffin, there were a group of Xiao family members wearing white mourning clothes and white cloth on their heads. They all faced the coffin and walked backwards. Among these Xiao family members, an old man in his seventies and eighties seemed particularly eye-catching.

At the forefront of the entire team are two bands, and there are people next to them setting off firecrackers to guide the way.

After actually seeing the funeral procession, Zhang Kun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I did not arrive in Xinming Village before the funeral, it was at least not too late now.

Zhang Kun drove the car and started to slow down slightly after approaching the funeral procession, and then carefully passed the funeral crowd until he completely surpassed the front of the team. Zhang Kun suddenly stepped on the accelerator and accelerated.

After exceeding about ten meters, Zhang Kun suddenly stepped on the brakes, then hit the steering wheel, and the whole car stopped horizontally on the cement road that was not wide.

According to national regulations, the road width is about 4.5 meters, so it is naturally more than enough to pass a car. However, if two cars want to pass by, you must be careful. If one of them is a large car or a truck, then I'm sorry, just take the chance to see if there is a widening position in front and behind. If not, it depends on who is in a good mood on both sides.

Coincidentally, Zhang Kun's Dabai was exactly four meters and six meters long, not too much or too little. The whole car was crossed on the road, just blocking the entire road.

Zhang Kun turned off the engine and got out of the car, and then stood in front of the car.

The sudden stop of the car made the entire funeral procession pause, especially the band at the front. The entire band stopped there, looking at each other at a loss, and the sound of gongs and drums slowly stopped.

The "Dragon Head" stopped, and the people behind quickly discovered an abnormality. A manager in the funeral team walked over quickly.

The person in charge was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He quickly came to Zhang Kun, opened a pack of cigarettes and took out a piece of cigarette and handed it to Zhang Kun.

Zhang Kun waved his hand.

The in charge of the business didn't force it, and he picked up the cigarette on his ears and looked at Zhang Kun.

"Brother, I don't seem to have seen each other much before. It's not near our Xinmin Village."

"From another place." Zhang Kun said lightly.

The middle-aged manager nodded silently, and then said, "I don't know if there is any grudge or misunderstanding between my brother and the Wang family, but as the saying goes, death is the greatest. Today is the day when Mr. Wang Zhongshan of the Wang family is in funeral. I would like to ask my brothers to do something. If you have anything to do, we will talk about it after the burial."

"After finishing our business, we will ask the Wang family to prepare some water and wine. Then we will ask my brothers to eat and chat. We will discuss the matter and resolve the misunderstandings if there is any misunderstanding. But now, please ask my brothers to move the car, so don't miss Mr. Wang's auspicious time."

The first one is quite whispering, but the next few words are a little deeper.

Everyone has a temper. To be precise, if you are a human, you have a temper, and there are also people in charge of the affairs. Originally, organizing Wang Zhongshan’s funeral was a good thing to cultivate good deeds and accumulate virtues. If you do it well, everyone will be happy, but if something goes wrong, he will naturally lose his face.

But now something seems to be wrong, and the person in charge of the business is naturally annoyed. Do you really think that when you reach middle age, you will lose your anger when you are in your fifties?

That is what the person in charge said before: Death is the greatest thing.

The deceased is the biggest burial today, so even if he is angry, he has to endure it and deal with it first. The auspicious time for burial cannot be missed.

If there is really a dispute, I will naturally not be afraid of the filial family, but time will definitely be delayed a lot.

Therefore, everything is mainly about calming down.

But at the same time, you must also show a little bit of your dissatisfaction and put a little bit of pressure on the other party.

This is the light at the front and the back, and the handle is appropriate.

In response, Zhang Kun looked at the manager and said lightly: "I came for this matter today. In fact, I am also a Taoist priest and an old acquaintance with Mr. Wang. I knew Mr. Wang had passed away unexpectedly, so I came here specially."

"But on the way here I made a special divination and found something abnormal. Today is not Mr. Wang's auspicious day, so it is not suitable to be buried and buried."

"So, please come back today and choose a good time."

Listening to Zhang Kun's words, the manager's face immediately became gloomy.

"Brother, do you have to make trouble today? You have considered it clearly. If you block the Xiao family from doing a big deal, the police station will not take care of anything if something happens when the crowd is excited." The manager said gloomy.

Zhang Kun looked at the manager lightly: "Don't scare me, and you don't have the final say in this matter. I think it's better to call Wang Jinhai over. It's better for me to talk to him in person."

The manager's face was gloomy, but in the end he looked at Zhang Kun fiercely, then turned around and returned to the funeral procession, walked to Wang Jinhai, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Wang Jinhai nodded silently, then carefully handed the portrait of the old man Wang Zhongshan to his younger brother Wang Jincheng, and then followed the in charge to Zhang Kun.

Wang Jinhai looked at Zhang Kun gloomyly, and then said with certainty: "We don't know each other."

Zhang Kun nodded lightly: "I don't know you."

"No grudge." Wang Jinhai said with certainty again.

"No hatred." Zhang Kun also refused to deny it.

"I want money?" Wang Jinhai said again.

Zhang Kun shook his head: "No money."

Wang Jinhai didn't say anything, but just looked at Zhang Kun with a fierce look in his eyes.

Zhang Kun didn't care at all, and then said what he had said to the manager before.
Chapter completed!