Hua Wanchi hasn't seen the words "gratitude value" for a long time.
Ever since our ancestors came back, the sign-in and lottery functions are no longer necessary. After all, they were given by our ancestors.
If you want something, our ancestors can even open a shopping mall and exchange it directly, but there is really no need for that.
After all, the Merit Mall already has this function.
Therefore, Hua Wanchi no longer paid attention to the gratitude value. In fact, before the plane transaction was opened, she didn't even pay attention to the merit points.
She doesn't use it very often, so whatever she buys is enough.
Hua Wanchi asked: "Grandfather, what's the point of gratitude now?"
The ancestor replied, "Gratitude points come from the gratitude of those you help. They can help you gain others' trust more easily and are mainly used in dimensional transactions."
Hua Wanchi seemed to understand, but she didn't ask any further questions. No matter how much the ancestor explained, it would be better to wait until the summer vacation when the plane trading started and experience it for herself.
I still have to attend classes for now, but I have entered the final review stage.
Hua Wanchi thought about the difficult questions 1 that he had taken at home, and couldn't help but smile like a villain.
The children were at school and unfortunately missed the village show.
So, almost no one likes going to work or school. How many interesting things can you miss out on because of the lost freedom!
Wang Dajuan's hasty funeral was actually somewhat formal, and the brothers even found someone to mourn.
"Wow, you left so suddenly, I didn't even get to see you for the last time—"
"You've worked hard in this life - rest in peace - and be reborn into a better life in your next life!"
The broken voice howled loudly, with the drawn-out ending tone trembling a little, so shrill that it made anyone who heard it sad and cry.
The professional mourners banged on the coffin lid, stamped their feet and howled, while the brothers knelt in front of the coffin with their heads bowed and wept, their sobbing sobs were really heartbreaking to watch.
The mourner was crying so devotedly and the others were acting so hard that no one noticed there were two more people at the door.
Originally, Fang Jianzhong saw the white couplets and wreaths at the door from afar and was wondering who had died in the family. When he walked over and saw that everyone was there, he became even more confused.
His father is alive and well, and his brothers and sisters and their spouses are also alive and well. Who are they mourning for?
He finally coaxed Wang Dajuan into going home, but he didn't expect to find that there was a funeral at home when she arrived.
Even if someone in the family really died, someone should have notified him, right?
Mom isn't home, so what kind of funeral is this?
Wang Dajuan's mind was now a little clearer. She looked up and down and left and right, and suddenly became excited.
"That old immortal finally passed away? Hahahaha! Retribution! I've finally been waiting for this day!"
This shout successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
The miserable and high-pitched crying stopped abruptly, and everyone stared at the figure at the door with their mouths wide open.
The scene seemed to be still.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Jianguo was the first to force out an awkward laugh and said dryly, "Mom, where have you been?"
Fang Jianzhong frowned and looked at them, with an unbelievable guess in his mind. He said in shock, "You...are you preparing for Mom's funeral?"
The scene fell silent again.
Fang Wanghuo had a sullen face and said nothing. The three brothers lowered their heads, feeling guilty and not daring to speak.
Looking at the neatly tied linen mourning clothes, everyone present felt that they had never been so embarrassed in their lives.
Holding a funeral for a living person is a joke if anyone tells others about it!
The mourner still had tears on his face. He looked at this side, then at the door, and asked hesitantly: "How could this happen? I'm crying now, but are you going to give me the eggs I promised you?"
Silence, dead silence.
For some reason, Wang Dajuan seemed to realize something, her expression was unpredictable, and she didn't say anything.
For a moment, Fang Jianzhong didn't know what to do.
He really has never encountered such a thing!
He was silent for a moment, then spoke awkwardly: "Mom has sent it back to you. I'm leaving first."
Then turned and left.
The others seemed to have just realized what was happening, and subconsciously exchanged a few polite words: "Ah, ah, okay, take care."
Wang Dajuan walked into the room as if in a dream, touched the coffin in a trance, glanced at the tablet, and said after a while: "Am I dead?"
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This ridiculous farce spread throughout Dafang Village within an hour. No matter if people were washing clothes, washing vegetables, or digging wild vegetables, as long as there were people present, they would definitely be discussing this matter.
There was an awkward moment in Fang Wanghuo's family. When the relatives left with condemning looks, Wang Dajuan, who had been confused, became sober due to the anger.
She was so angry that her face was shaking: "Who told you that I was dead?"
Fang Jianguo was scolded so badly that he couldn't even raise his head.
"Mom, this is a misunderstanding. Where did you go? We all thought you were washed away!"
The fire in Wang Dajuan's heart grew more and more intense, her mind became clearer and clearer, and her tone became more and more severe: "I went to the county, and you didn't know to look for me when I was away? What will you do if I don't see you again next time? Will you hold a funeral for me again? You beasts, I'd rather give birth to a dog than you!"
She cursed and scolded her brothers one sentence after another without repeating herself. The sharp curses lasted for the whole afternoon.
After she finished scolding, she was still furious, and the more she scolded, the angrier she became. She picked up a broom and hit her brothers with it.
He didn't hold back at all and was determined to beat these beasts to death.
Give her a funeral!
Give her a living funeral!
See how auspicious this is?
Is this reasonable?
If she doesn't beat these bastards to death, she's not called Wang!
That afternoon, the sky had not yet cleared up, and the ground was still full of water and mud. The brothers were chased and beaten by Wang Dajuan with a broom.
The people who met along the way saw this scene and obviously knew everything from gossip, and some even joined in the fun.
"He deserves a beating! Beat him hard! Beat him hard!"
"If you don't fight today, you'll have more graves to worry about when you go home tomorrow to wash clothes!"
"Oh my! If my son behaved like this, I would break his legs!"
Wang Dajuan became angrier the more she listened!
Of course she knew that these people were laughing at her!
But what is most infuriating is that what these people who are laughing at the joke say is true!
Every word was like a knife piercing the core of anger!
If she can't beat these people, can't she beat these bastards hard?
Wang Dajuan screamed, "Don't run away from me! I want you to see if I'm dead or not!"
She has worked for half her life and is now strong and healthy. If nothing else, she still has a lot of strength.
After chasing for a long time, she didn't feel tired at all.
Several young men were unable to outrun her and had to beg for mercy when they were caught.
"Mom! Mom! I was wrong!"
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