After being harassed, Zhang Jiao looked a little cowardly, but he still lowered his head and argued: "But I read the "Regulations on Public Welfare of Funeral Aid", as long as there are relatives guarding the mourning hall, it can be done within 10 days..."

After being refuted by Zhang Jiao, the fat aunt was so angry that she interrupted: "The regulations are regulations, but in fact, no one has occupied the public welfare mourning hall for so long.

You have to cremate the body this morning and leave me.”

"According to the customs of our Jingshan Mountain," Zhang Jiao hesitated for a while, and said softly with a stubborn look: "After a person dies, it will take at least 3 days to rest his soul, otherwise he will not be able to walk steadily.

My grandfather has just died for one day, so you are going to drive me away. It’s not in line with the rules and I won’t leave.”

There is an old saying, "The plan is poor, the conscience is rich." Although this is not completely correct, it is six out of ten and seven out of ten.

People with very prominent social status are often not too harsh on the lower class people. Many ordinary people are like ignited powder kegs, and they are furious when they are slightly offended.

This is not that rich and powerful people are kind by nature, but because they have too many things, they will naturally have the idea that sacrificing reputation for a little benefit is not worth it.

Even if people with difficulties in life are born kind, they will naturally be extremely harsh when facing groups that are more vulnerable than themselves and have a channel to vent.

That's the case with the fat aunt. She obviously didn't care but her face turned red because of Zhang Jiao's argument, and her eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames.

But Zhang Jiao was alone in the funeral, and there was no relative or friend in the mourning hall. He made trouble in the sacrificial hall, which made the mourning owner lose face and look ugly, and forced him to surrender.

The mourning hall really made the matter big. The fat aunt didn't dare to do anything, and she was angry. In the end, she could only spit out in the coffin with a hatred, "Bah." and said angrily: "At a young age, she was shameless and had no shame at all.

With a grandson like you, your grandfather will die even if he has been in power for three years!" He left the mourning hall angrily.

According to the old customs of Luyang, insulting the dead ancestors of others in the mourning hall was an irreconcilable grudge. In ancient times, even if they were killed on the spot, it was understandable.

Zhang Jiao looked at the fat aunt's figure who was leaving, his eyes gradually became gloomy. He stretched out his arms to carefully wipe the saliva from the coffin, and silently returned to the incense platform and squatted down.

After a while, the blue smoke in the burner rose again, and the ethereal and misty thing passed with the wind...

In late autumn, it is early in the morning, and the sunset slowly sets at 5:30 in the afternoon.

It was already dark at 6 o'clock. After get off work, the fat aunt, who had been away for more than ten minutes late, secretly went to the funeral home restaurant to ask the master for a few bags of leftover meat and vegetables, rode a big bicycle to rush home.

Luyang people have the habit of entertaining relatives and friends to eat mats during funerals, so the restaurants open to the funeral homes are rich in dishes and often have big fish and meat left.

The general public has a difficult life, and the leftovers are also good.

However, these benefits are usually divided by the chefs and the competent managers in the funeral home, and ordinary employees can only look at them and be jealous.

This time, the fat aunt's daughter who lives in school was going home on the weekend. She wanted to supplement her children with some nutrition, but she begged to give her some benefits.

After leaving the funeral home gate, the fat aunt pedaled the wheels hard and walked alone on the deserted cement road.

Half a pig's trotter on the handlebar, a few dried fried meatballs, and scrambled eggs with peppers... The warm aroma of the dish drifted away with the wind and drilled into her nostrils.

The fat aunt was originally a greedy person, and subconsciously wanted to reach into her plastic pocket to squeeze a meatball to eat.

But thinking about her husband who worked hard to unload goods in the factory every day, her hands shrank back, swallowed and spitted, and persuaded herself: "It's not during the meal at the unit, why are you so greedy?

Besides, I have a fat physique and I have gained meat when I drink cold water. I have already grown more than 200 kilograms. What other meat and vegetables are there to eat?"

As she talked, she thought of the child for a while and her husband was eating meat in big mouthfuls, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed behind a big tree by the side of the road, and a wooden stick was inserted into the fat aunt's wheel.

The bicycle was instantly stuck, and the fat aunt was thrown out by inertia and fell heavily to the ground.

Because her body was too heavy, her arms that hit the ground made a crisp "click" sound, folding into a strange angle, and her face also made blood flow, blurring her eyes.

But strangely, the fat aunt, whose head was completely confused at this time, could not feel any pain at all. She just felt sorry for her daughter that she could not eat meat and vegetables at night. She looked at the hoofs and meatballs mixed with soil on the ground, and muttered a pity, "The vegetables are all good dishes..." and fainted...

A few minutes later, Zhang Jiao, who had a expressionless face, appeared at Huimin Supermarket.

The old man who sold goods last night was gone, and he changed to a smart young man. When he saw Zhang Jiao, he greeted him enthusiastically: "Hello, classmate, what do you need?"

Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Where has Uncle Xu, who used to sell things?"

"You are talking about Lao Xu, right?" The young man's face changed and he replied solemnly: "He is dead, and he was so angry last night.

You know him?"

Zhang Jiao opened his mouth in surprise, "I'm not very familiar, but I often see you when I buy things these two days, so I've chatted a few times.

I bought two cans of milk from him last night, so why did I leave?"

"Life is impermanent," the young man sighed and said, "At the age of time, nothing is easy to say."

Zhang Jiao nodded and stopped talking. He walked to the shelves and took two bags of the cheapest instant noodles and settled the bill.

After walking out of the supermarket, he came to the funeral shop next door, bought 1 kiln of paper money, two strings of gold and silver ingots, came to the corner of the street and drew a circle at the intersection, wrote the word "Bo Xu" and burned the paper money, ingots, got up and disappeared into the vast night...

The most prosperous areas in the small cities of Luyang are often near train stations, and the same is true for Jingshan County.

Hotels, restaurants, bathrooms, foot massage shops, hair washing rooms... The streets with bright lights and wine spread around the underground station as the center, with continuous 24-hour crowds, which is in sharp contrast to the desertedness of the suburbs.

Zhang Jiao, who had no money to take a taxi and was reluctant to spend 5 cents on the bus, walked for more than an hour and finally came to a public tribute delivery site on Station Street exhausted.

Thousands of iron cabinets are neatly placed on the wall in the storage point.

Zhang Jiao came to the cabinet door with the number ‘56’ written in white paint, took out a key from his pocket, opened the cabinet door, and took out the laptop inside.

The laptop looks very old, square, thick and heavy. It looks outdated for a long time when you look at the model, and it is not worth a lot of money.

But Zhang Jiao checked the computer very carefully, then he breathed a sigh of relief and took the laptop out of the storage point.

The bustling streets are brightly lit, and people come in and out of the roadside restaurants from time to time. The fragrance of food drifts out along the open doors and lingers on the street.

As soon as he got up, Zhang Jiao was suddenly hungry, but he didn't dare to spend money randomly. He took out instant noodles from his pocket on his shirt, crushed the bread inside, tore it open and packed it with his mouth, ate it with the fragrance and got half full. He walked tiredly and returned to the funeral home.

It was late at night. He sat down on the straw mat next to the coffin of the mourning hall, turned on his laptop, searched for many games, movies, TV series video files for a long time, and finally found an unknown encrypted file.
Chapter completed!