Zhang Kun let Li Liang cry for a while, until Li Liang's voice began to roar, Zhang Kun said slowly.

"Let's go, I'll take you to your father's grave."

After saying that, Zhang Kun took the lead and walked out, and then, under Li Congde's own leadership, climbed to the top of the mountain behind the house and came to his grave.

It is said to be a grave, but it is actually a small earth bundle, and the tombstone has not been erected yet.

"This is where your father sleeps. If you have anything to say, just tell your father here, he will hear it."

"I'll wait for you at your house, and I have something to tell you."

After saying that, Zhang Kun shook his head, then turned around silently and returned to Li Congde's house.

This time it was coming openly, so Zhang Kun could take a closer look at Li Congde's home.

In the main hall, tables, stools, stairs, hoes, bowls and basins...

Everything is very old, and it is hard to imagine that Li Congde, who lives here, will have so much savings.

420,000 yuan, even if placed in the county town, it is a considerable number.

However, Li Congde, who was guarding such a "huge sum", not only did not move at all, but also kept trying to increase it, so that one day Li Liang would come back and build a beautiful new house for him.

But now Li Liang is back, but Li Congde himself is gone.

"Huh..." Zhang Kun sat silently on the stool at the door. He looked at the sky in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, at least the sun had risen to its highest level, and Li Liang finally slowly walked back.

My eyes were red and swollen, and I probably cried for a long time.

Li Congde also floated quietly behind, and it seemed that both of them had slowly calmed down.

Zhang Kun nodded: "Let's go, your father's funeral was organized by the elderly in the village. It's time for you to thank them."

This is what Li Congde means, to be grateful to others, you should think of rewards.

Li Congde led the way, and Zhang Kun took Li Liang to the nearest house.

The door was closed, and Zhang Kun pointed and said, "You should still remember here. Mr. Zhang is your father's previous best friend, and he also helped your father wear a shroud. Go."

Li Liang walked to the door silently and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened, and an old man in his sixties was stunned when he looked at Li Liang outside the door.

After all, he hasn't come back for eight years, and half of Li Liang's head is now burned to black, so the old man didn't recognize who he was.

Looking at the familiar old man in front of him, how could Li Liang not recognize him? His father's best friend was, who often teased him when he was a child. Li Liang's eyes turned red, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, and his forehead knocked towards the cold ground.

"Uncle Zhang, my dad is upsetting you!"

Uncle Zhang trembled all over: "Is it Li Liang? Li Liang, you are back."

Seeing Li Liang kowtow constantly, Uncle Zhang quickly helped Li Liang up.

"Be good, good boy, just come back. You already know about your father? Sadness!"

Li Liang's tears began to flood again.

"Well, I'm back! The descendants are unfilial and have not been able to see my father for the last time, I..."

Uncle Zhang sighed: "No one would have thought of this. Old Man Li is in great health. Who knew that such a thing would happen? It's not your fault."

Li Liang shook his head silently.

"Uncle Zhang, I have to go to other homes. I will come to your house again in the afternoon."

"Oh, go." Uncle Zhang nodded.

Afterwards, Zhang Kun led Li Liang to run all the families in the village.

These are all helpful, some contribute money, and some contribute hard work. After all, one funeral can not be solved by one or two people.

Whenever Li Liang arrives in front of a door, he always kneels down and kowtows.

Then, "My dad is upsetting you!"

This is also the custom here, and it is said that a relative of his family has passed away.

Originally, this was something that Li Congde had to do when he died, but Li Liang could only do it now.

Kneeling all the way, Li Liang's pants were not good, and his knees were completely worn out and his forehead was covered with dirt and dust.

The red and swollen eyes had no tears to shed, they had dried up.

At night, the villagers gradually gathered at Li Liang's house again and arranged ten tables.

At the dinner table, the old people comforted Li Liang, and no one mentioned the incident that Li Liang had not replied for eight years.

It was just that there was a burn on Li Liang's face, and he asked many times.

In the end, everyone could only sigh that God was trying to make people.

With so many uncles and uncles who have watched themselves grow up since childhood, Li Liang's emotions finally began to gradually calm down.

And Zhang Kun sighed silently, then left silently.

He is no longer needed here.

He hated and pityed Li Liang.

When I first heard about it, Zhang Kun wanted to beat Li Liang hard.

If you don’t return home for eight years, the word “unfilial” will definitely not be eliminated, and the father will die and the son will not be around, which is definitely a moral loss.

But when I first saw Li Liang, the shock made Zhang Kun cry.

Eight thousand yuan for eight years, ragged clothes and tofu, green vegetables and tofu...

All of this made Zhang Kun feel sad.

What kind of person can still pay the vast majority of the money to the old father in the family every month under such circumstances, just hope that the father in the family will live a better life.

If Li Liang could pay 500 less per month, no, 300, Li Liang's life would be completely different.

Zhang Kun believed that he could not do such a thing.

In the end, Zhang Kun failed to beat Li Liang up.

On the train home, Zhang Kun looked silently at the direction of Li Congde's hometown.

He learned a lot here.

The son wants to support his parents but his parents are not waiting for him!

This situation must not happen to you.

Zhang Kun swears silently.
Chapter completed!