Chapter 8: Beginning (1) ("Green Xiaoshuoshi.com")

This was the second day when Master Zhiguang was doing a ritual for Wang Lizhi. Liu Zhugui felt a little uneasy. In a vague sense, he felt that something was different from what he imagined. What was going on? Damn, since Long Han came back, nothing was right. First, the unlucky people began to gather together to discuss what happened, and then they made a lot of things one after another. Although these things were all for the dead Wang Lizhi, he still felt a little uneasy, and even he could not tell what was wrong. At the beginning, Mr. Hu's identity and his relationship with Wang Mu surprised him, and later Master Zhiguang's arrival could no longer describe his feelings as a surprise. How could these poor people?

He became so rich, damn, I usually charge a few more kilograms of grain and deduct a little more money. These poor people are like they want to hang themselves. Now they all become big money all at once. He knows what Master Zhiguang is, and he also knows what Master Zhiguang is. When the old man from Boss Zhou’s house was away in the county town, he invited Master Zhiguang to do rituals. The price was enough to build a house in a place like Xiaogou Village. But what is Boss Zhou’s identity and what is these bad guys’ identity? How can they compare with Boss Zhou? But these bad guys who were originally nothing in his eyes have done things that he could not imagine, which made him feel very depressed. Long Han, it is this damn Long Han. Thinking of Long Han, he remembered the scene of going to Wang Lizhi’s house today.

The place where Master Zhiguang and his friends do the rituals was the house of Wang Lizhi. Since Wang Lizhi died and his wife went crazy, his house has been empty. According to Liu Zhugui's plan, after the storm of Wang Lizhi's affairs passed a little, he took over the ownerless house of Wang Lizhi to the village. First, he got the house in the name of the public, and then he had the final say on how to use it. Wang Lizhi, a dead man, did not get a penny of money from him, but he spent a lot of money, but if he could get his house

If you get it, you won't be at a loss. Wang Lizhi's house is a tiled house. It has been built for a few years. It is quite medium in Xiaogou Village. Even if the door is a little small, the fence in the yard needs to be changed. Liu Zhugui looked at Wang Lizhi's house, as if he was looking at something that already belonged to him. He had even thought about the purpose and how to renovate it. When the boss took his wife, he asked the boss to move over. Wait for two years and got the money to demolish the house and build it into bricks. At that time, who would dare to say that the house belonged to Wang Lizhi's family? He had a good plan, and in Wang

When Lizhi's wife was sent to a mental hospital, he even changed a lock for Wang Lizhi's family in the name of taking care of Wang Lizhi's property in the village, and the key was still in his hands. According to his logic, those unlucky people should have understood who this house belonged to when they saw this. It seemed like this before Longhan came to Xiaogou Village, but after Longhan came to Xiaogou Village, it was different. No one came to say hello to him, the village chief. His lock that protected Wang Lizhi's property had been pried to sell scrap iron.

The place where Master Zhiguang does the rituals is the house of Wang Lizhi's family, and others don't miss him at all. He went to Wang Lizhi's house in private and came back with a gloomy face after seeing it. There were three floors of people inside and out, and most people couldn't squeeze in. There were old and young people, and there were people in the village, and more were from outside. Many people ran over to see Master Zhiguang from afar, and some people wanted to see Wang Lizhi's urn. That thing was quite rare. And so many people gathered together, so they naturally had to nag.

"I said, your village is quite awesome. Who is holding a funeral? Even Master Zhiguang has invited me? I have traveled more than twenty miles to see Master Zhiguang," asked a foreigner from another village.

"Our village is from Wang Lizhi's family," the speaker felt a little proud in his heart, but his face was filled with sad expressions.

"I think there is no one in his family. It seems that the people here are all neighbors greeting each other?" The outside village asked in confusion.

"There are only two people in his family. He died, and the only wife left is crazy."

"Oh, it's very miserable. What's going on? How did he die? What's going on with his wife?" The outside village asked with sympathy and curiosity.

The man from Xiaogou Village looked around, lowered his voice, and put his head over. The man understood it with great confidence and put his head over: "Don't tell others about this, this is the case..."

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When Liu Zhugui went to Wang Lizhi's house, the strange look from the villagers outside the village made him think that he had no zippers. The noisy and lively atmosphere of Wang Lizhi's house made him dislike him. These people like to make do with it if they have nothing to do. Wang Lizhi is not your father, why are you here to join in the fun? The sound of chanting scriptures and the jingling sounds of magical instruments made him even more upset. These bald donkeys. Liu Zhugui thought of gathering a group of people in the village to make a fuss, but then he thought that Long Han was in charge of the village, and he gave up this idea. Even if he had courage in his heart, he probably didn't have the courage to come with him. Long Han was not Wang Lizhi. Even the usually bold dick in his family has become much more honest since he met Long Han. There is another thing that made him depressed.

The thing is that these unruly people are like the Chinese New Year, slaughtering pigs and sheep. Those dead women are busy all day long, and the village’s glutinous yard has been cleared out, just like a canteen. What makes him depressed is not these things. It is normal to hold funerals and treat guests to dinner. There have been such things before. When you can do such things, no one should first vent their voices and send some cigarettes and alcohol. Now, those unruly people don’t take themselves seriously. The village drying yard in the village is used without saying a word. Do you take me, the village chief, seriously? You think that Long Han is there and jump up, right? When Long Han leaves, I will see how I mess with you, the unruly people. Tomorrow, Wang Li will be buried. After tomorrow, I will see how I deal with you.

That night, Liu Zhugui fell asleep while thinking about how to deal with the troublemakers in Xiaogou Village after Wang Lizhi's affairs. He had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow.

The second largest, Liu Zhugui got up when he slept almost. It was almost ten o'clock. He tidied up and went out. As soon as he went out, he felt something was wrong. Why are the people in Xiaogou Village? Logically speaking, Xiaogou Village is not so deserted at this time, why is it like a dead city now? It is strange here. While he was hesitating, the two children, about ** years old, were shouting happily and ran past him. He heard the child shouting, as if it was something "look at the big cart, look at the big cart". Liu Zhugui was a little confused.

He followed the direction of the two children, which was the direction to the entrance of the village. Before he could reach the entrance of the village, he felt that the entrance of the village was very noisy. When he saw the entrance of the village, he was shocked. He saw that the entrance of the village was densely packed with people. Some children rode on the adults' necks and shouted. The atmosphere was very warm. What made him feel most unbelievable was that many people were wearing numbness, white clothes, and had straw ropes tied around their waists. When Liu Zhugui saw it, he cursed secretly and rudely separated the people in front and squeezed into the crowd. He wanted to see, what was the excitement of these troublemakers!

When people squeezed in, Liu Zhugui also saw what everyone was watching, but although he saw it, Liu Zhugui still didn't believe his eyes. In the past, when he went to the provincial capital, he saw this kind of car. In their local dialect, he called this kind of car "three-opening door". When he first saw this kind of car, he was startled by the body of the six or seven-meter-long and about two-meter-wide "three-opening door". When he learned that a "three-opening door" costs more than one million, he was even more excited. He fantasized that one day he could also ride it. He didn't dare to expect that he had one. He still had this kind of self-knowledge. In the mouth of his son, the third son, he knew that this kind of car was called Cadillac, made by M country, and it was better than the governor. For a while, he saw this kind of car with his own eyes in the provincial capital.

"Cadillac, have you seen it before, that mighty, I'll tell you..."

Now, the capital that he used to brag about appeared in front of him, suddenly appeared in Xiaogou Village, and two appeared at once, which made him unable to adapt to it at once, so he didn't even have the time to pay attention to the series of cars following behind the two cars. But look at the black body and the sturdy aura. Except for the gray wheels, everything was the same as what he saw in the provincial capital, or even better, and he began to doubt whether he was in a dream.

Everyone found that Liu Zhugui was coming, but no one looked at him. Everyone was discussing enthusiastically. Some children were running around the car. The two drivers driving the Cadillac were nervously watching the running children, while guiding the villagers of Xiaogou Village who wanted to hang black cloth and photos on the front of the car. How to put them more stable without blocking the driver's vision. Other drivers were also doing the same. Behind the two Cadillacs, there were more than 30 cars, all rented by Li Ziqing from the county taxi company. The taxi company's car was almost emptied half.

There are several trucks in the middle of this convoy. At the end of the convoy, there are a team of tractors. Such a long convoy, from a high-end Cadillac to a hand-held tractor that sounds like a tank when driving. It is difficult to attract attention. At this time, Tang Ziqing was on the side, in the admiring eyes of people around him, and proudly told how he arrived at the provincial capital, how he found a wedding company and a hotel, and how he bargained with others to negotiate with others to rent the two cars. When the people around him heard that the daily rental fee of each of these two cars was 7,000 yuan, everyone took a breath.

"Uncle Tang, why do you think this car is so expensive? It doesn't cost 5,000 yuan to buy a cow!" asked a slightly shy young man.

Tang Ziqing looked at him. Usually this little guy didn't call him so intimately, but now, Li Ziqing was very happy and didn't care about it too much: "Originally, if this car was rented in the provincial capital, it would cost about 5,000 yuan a day. When we came to our Xiaogou Village, the road was a bit far, so we added 2,000 yuan. If this car was to be sold, it would cost more than 1.7 million yuan!"

"Good, our Xiaogou Village is hard for a year and can't afford such a car even if the money left in our hands is left. It's so expensive!"

"Yes, M domestic products are expensive. When we have money, we can get one to drive it!"

"Come on, just you, as I say, when we have money, we will get two at a time, one to pull people, one to pull vegetables, and the one to pull vegetables. Look at the car body, how many cabbages it has to pull at a time, and how many potatoes it has to pull at a time. This will be convenient to sell vegetables in the county town, ha...ha..."

Tang Ziqing: “…”

Everyone: "..."

While everyone was still watching and discussing the two "three-open doors", the photos of Wang Lizhi and those who were hanging cloth were almost done. At this time, it was almost half past ten. Almost in an instant, the crowd separated from both sides. Several people surrounded a child and walked over. The child was about twelve or thirteen years old. He was holding Wang Lizhi's urn tightly in his arms, for fear of falling off. Next to the child was Long Han, and there was a middle-aged man from Xiaogou Village, Zhang Laogen, Li Weihua, and Long Liexu.

Speaking of this child holding an urn, Long Liexue had to marvel at Zhang Laogen and his friends' creativity again.

In the countryside, when encountering things like Wang Lizhi, my son will usually be the one who will be mourning and die if I am not around. Wang Lizhi has no children and has no daughters. Their family is a family with only a few relatives. Therefore, everyone is embarrassed on this issue. The countryside is not as good as the city. It is particularly particular about these aspects. Long Liexue can carry Wang Lizhi's urn to the village. That is one thing, but sending Wang Lizhi's ashes out is another thing. At this point, Zhang Laogen and the others are very persistent. In the end, Zhang Laogen came up with an idea and found it.

A family named Wang in the village asked their children to take Wang Lizhi as their godfather and Li Guizhen as their godmother. In this way, this child was half of Wang Lizhi's son and had the obligation to send Wang Lizhi to the end of the funeral. Of course, for this matter, Zhang Laogen and others brought Master Zhiguang out, but they also sent a red envelope for the child's parents to "suppress the joy". No one could know the amount of the red envelope. This was the scene where the child was holding Wang Lizhi's urn just now. The middle-aged man next to the child was naturally the father of the child.

The child and his father got into the first "three-open door". The first time they took such a good car, the child and his father were a little restrained. They also took the first car with them, as well as several elders from the village and Li Weihua, who was responsible for guiding the way. The second car, with everyone pushing it, took Zhang Laogen, Tang Ziqing, and several other villagers. They originally insisted on letting Long Han take the first car, but Long Han insisted on taking the ordinary car behind. Everyone could not resist Long Han, so they could only follow him. After dragging and pulling for nearly five minutes, everyone was ready. Amid the sound of firecrackers, the first car started.

I turned around at a small intersection at the entrance of the village and drove towards the county town. The rest of the cars followed it one by one. This team was led by two Cadillacs and headed towards the county town. The cars were filled with villagers in Xiaogou Village who were wearing macaques and whites. They had to travel three times in the county town. There is a custom in the rural area here that before a person dies and wants to be buried, people usually carry the people who are to be buried to the place they often go to during their lifetime, which is called "soul-summoning". In Xiaogou Village, when someone was not around in the past, they usually carried people around in front of and behind the village, but this time, they changed the place to the county town.

Liu Zhugui did not come to his senses until the convoy disappeared. His two sons looked at the troublemakers who had never seen them, leaving behind with jealous and unwilling eyes.

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The county is not big, but it also has the same characteristics as the small county towns in other places: all the five stolen goods, large population and difficult to manage. It is twelve o'clock at noon, and it is the peak of people getting off work and eating. The key is that from now on, the sun above your head is not feeling good. A traffic policeman on duty at the intersection of the main road of the county was cursing in his heart, blowing a whistle hard, indicating that a tricycle should not run a red light. The tricycle driver obviously understood what he meant and stopped the tricycle, but had already rushed out of the white line. At this moment, the unlucky driver was also cursing in his heart. Why was it me? Look, there were two guys who ran the red light just now, why didn't you catch them? Look, there was another one behind you! The driver looked at the cold-faced traffic police coming over while trying to dig into his body, either paying money or cigarettes.

"You don't have eyes, don't you see the red light?" The traffic policeman said this before he got close. No one would be in a good mood if he was sent to work in the sun at noon, just like the one who was about to get angry.

Just as he walked towards the coachman and asked for a fine

He seemed to hear some strange sounds in his ears, but he didn't care. He didn't look at the cigarette handed over by the coachman, and the smile on his face was still in business, circulating the license plate and fine. At this time, the strange sound in his ear seemed to be getting louder and louder, a little familiar, but he was about to deal with the coachman first. The coachman's smile disappeared, and instead looked behind him with some surprise. At this time, the strange sound in his ears became louder. He suddenly realized that it was Ai Le. He turned around and then he was astonished as the coachman.

What he saw was a long convoy, two extended luxury black cars in front of him. The traffic police could tell what it was, Cadillac! The front of the car was a long black and white photo. In the middle of the car was a big black and white photo. Every car behind him was hanging this. The first impression of the traffic police when they saw the convoy was: which big man was hanging again! The sorrow he heard just now was sent from a pair of loudspeakers carried on a truck in the middle of the convoy. While he was hesitating on the roadside whether to salute, the strange front of the convoy had surpassed him. He saw the truck sandwiched in the middle of the convoy, and the big words "Mourning to Wang Lizhi, a villager in Xiaogou Village" on both sides of the truck.

"Brother Lizhi, go all the way." Snow-white paper money kept falling from the hands of the people on the car like snowflakes. As the convoy passed, the ground was as white as it was snowing.

"Xiaogou Village?" "Wang Lizhi?"

He didn't understand what this meant now, but he had already remembered these two words in his heart. Perhaps he felt that the impact in front was not enough. Behind the convoy, when a whole team of tractors passed by him with smoke "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, he felt that he was about to faint. So many cars blatantly ran the red lights, but looking at the posture of the leading car, even the captain dared not stop him here. When the traffic police woke up, they found that the coachman was gone, and he no longer had the mood to care about the coachman. Fortunately, when the convoy passed just now, although

I ran a red light, but it did not cause traffic chaos. It seemed that everyone consciously avoided the convoy, did not compete with it, nor did they dare to compete with it. When the traffic police were about to report the situation to the brigade, there was already a lot of discussion around. The convoy just now gave people a feeling that it was so shocking, especially in a small county town like them. "Wang Lizhi?" "Xiaogou Village?" became a question in everyone's mind. He had sharp eyes and found that the cars in the middle of the convoy seemed to be taxis in the county town. He happened to know a few drivers, and when he went back, he asked what was going on.

And that convoy walked slowly through every street that could pass in the county town at the busiest noon of the day, at the most irritable and noisy time. While shocking everyone, it also left a string of question marks in everyone's heart.

"Wang Lizhi?" "Xiaogou Village?" That is the answer that everyone who sees the convoy wants to know.
Chapter completed!