Ao Muyang didn’t know where the old man said “It’s good”, but the sentence he said, “I’m just suffering from life” is really bitter!

He returned to the village in a bad mood, and Ao Mudong and his group were walking out of the entrance of the village.

Seeing this, he asked, "Why are you doing?"

Ao Mudong said with a smile: "There is a fun place in Wangjia Village, we are..."

"Everyone goes back, no one will come back in this life if you go to Wangjia Village!" Ao Muyang said gloomyly.

The group shivered and quickly turned around and walked backwards.

"Wait," Ao Muyang shouted again, "Tell everyone in the village that children should be filial, parents should be kind and harmonious, even if they just pretend, they have to pretend for me, otherwise I will let the whole village see what I, as the village chief, do!"

"Those who are children must be filial." Ao Mudong said, and the other young people nodded one after another. They saw that Ao Muyang was in a wrong mood, and they were all obedient like cats.

The elderly man committed suicide by being forced to be unfilial to his children. This is not a rare thing in the countryside, but it is a lively event for irrelevant personnel. Therefore, the villagers kept inquiring about the news, and the news from Wangjia Village continued to spread.

Yang Shuyong is a tough guy. He beat the old man's second son to death and then beat the old man's eldest son and his family. The old man's eldest grandson was very unfilial. When he learned that his grandfather was forced to drink pesticides by his second uncle, he thought it was a good thing, so he took out beer and drank and ate meat to celebrate with his father.

When Yang Shuyong came to see this scene, he was furious and a beer bottle opened the heads of three men in the family!

The old man was only taken one night and he was carried back to his empty house. When the neighbor entered the door the next day, he saw that the old man was already hard.

It is not the effect of paraquat, but the old man himself hangs himself.

Some people say that paraquat is too tormenting and the old man can't stand hanging himself. Ao Muyang knew that this was not the case, and the old man had made this preparation before.

In the morning, Yang Shuyong called Ao Muyang and asked him to come over and help.

Logically speaking, this matter has nothing to do with him. There are thousands of people in Wangjia Village, and it is not his turn to help, but since Yang Shuyong spoke, Ao Muyang couldn't refuse, so he had to rush over.

At this time, the old man's yard was crowded with people coming and going, rushing.

Seeing Ao Muyang coming with paper money, the people in Wangjia Village nodded and greeted each other. The grudges between the two villages had gradually weakened and they no longer hated each other so much.

Yang Shuyong cleaned up the old man in the inner room. The old man had already put on his mourning clothes before. There were stains on the mourning clothes. It should have been worn by the old man himself before committing suicide.

After entering the door, Ao Muyang kowtowed in front of the mourning hall arranged in the main hall according to etiquette. Yang Shuyong handed him a cigarette, but he shook his head and didn't answer.

Yang Shuyong lit a cigarette himself and said, "I'm sorry to you this time, Ao Longtou, but there's no way. I have to call you, otherwise when the bastards in my fourth uncle's family come later, I'm afraid no one will stop me and beat them to death."

Ao Muyang said, "Don't worry, if you go to jail, you're not joking, you're busy with your work."

In the past few years since he returned, the staff in Longtou Village have been pretty good. No elderly people have passed away for more than three years, so he has never been exposed to funeral customs again.

But he was familiar with all the process, because his parents' funeral was cooked by him, and it could almost be said that he cooked by himself, so he could also help.

The old man's body is parked in the northeast corner of the main hall. This is a tradition. If it is natural death, it will stop at the direction where the waterway entrance is located. Because joy and funeral are blessings, and facing the waterway entrance means that blessings are continuous like flowing water.

The light in the corner of the house was poor, Yang Shuyong lit an eternal lamp. The underworld was dark and needed to shine on the road. He said in a low mood: "Uncle Fourth, please go."

Some people in the village set up offerings in the mourning hall, and some tied silver wine pots with white thread to the well to fetch water. This is called rootless water. After being lifted up, it cannot touch the ground. It should be used to wash the eyes of the deceased.

But this step is usually done by the eldest daughter-in-law. The villagers were embarrassed and asked Yang Shuyong: "Village Chief, who will give the fourth uncle a glimpse?"

Yang Shuyong asked coldly: "Have Fumu and his wife come?"

Maybe because of the environment, his words made people feel chilly and a little cold.

The man said, "It seems that he didn't come."

Yang Shuyong gritted his teeth and glared: "Didn't come? Let Liuzi go and drag people for me, drag them over!"

"Okay." A man of the same burly figure shouted.

At this time, a rapid voice sounded outside the door: "Here's here."

The family of four walked in in panic. The man in front of him looked like an Indian San, with several circles of gauze wrapped around his head.

A woman with red and swollen eyes asked timidly: "Miss Minister, give me the rootless water."

Yang Shuyong said, "Your eyes are blind? The water is in my hands?"

Someone quickly handed it to the woman. The woman rinsed the old man's eyes and covered it with a white cloth. This was a masked cloth, and several eyes were burned with incense on it. This was to make the deceased vent his anger and see the way.

She was busy here, but the three men in her family were a little at a loss.

There are scandals everywhere forcing your father to death. The man in charge laughed at the villagers in the village. He tried to get the understanding of the villagers, but the villagers looked disgusted and none of them paid attention to him.

The man Fumu was thinking about how to put the blame on his younger brother, and then he kicked him up: "Magobi, are you standing up and holding a corpse? Do you want to go on the road with your dad, right?!"

Fu Mu was kicked and staggered. His two strong sons were angry and jumped up together and shouted at Yang Shuyong: "What are you doing? You want to force us to death, right?"

While roaring, the two of them actually pulled out a guy, an axe and a short-handled fish-killing knife.

Yang Shuyong picked up the shoulder pole on the ground and waved it on it: "Is it drafting? You two are so brave! What! What! Are you going to kill me? Is it? Is it okay to kill your grandpa, but I want to kill me, right?"

He is a good fighter. Before Ao Muyang obtained the golden light, he could almost be said to be the number one master in Qiantan Town.

The two young men were strong, but they had no confidence and no skills. The shoulder pole in Yang Shuyong was holding was long, just like a bayonet, stabbing them and screaming.

Suddenly, the mourning hall was in chaos. When the woman saw that her son was beaten, she was about to rush to Yang Shuyong.

Ao Muyang slapped her on the shoulder, and pressed her to kneel down on the ground with a 'praise'. He said, "Good your father to keep your soul in peace, I'll save your son."

Yang Shuyong was not pretending to behave. He was really ruthless and made the two young men breathlessly.

Ao Muyang went up and grabbed him and pushed him to the yard. Yang Shuyong threw the shoulder pole down. Fumu, in frightened, quickly picked up the shoulder pole and headed towards his father's head, put the other end on the threshold, and then cried with a sad face: "Dad, Sanzhaodao is coming from the place, you can get on the road..."

His two sons cried loudly, it hurts!
Chapter completed!