Ma Wenhong slammed the door and angrily rode away on his motorcycle. Lin Yifeng, who was watching the commotion from the street, smiled and said to Bai Yejin:
"Let's go to the mourning hall."
"ah?"
Bai Yejin was bewildered, not knowing why Lin Yifeng had taken them to the mourning hall.
"Haha, here's a gift. Come have lunch here!"
Lin Yifeng said with a smile, and he actually took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and waved it at Bai Yejin.
"Do we have to give so much?"
Bai Yejin's eyes widened.
When giving money as a gift for a funeral, it's usually a basket of steamed buns or a basket of sesame soup. If it's a relative, it's usually three or five yuan.
Lin Yifeng actually took out a hundred-yuan bill.
This isn't giving a gift; it's practically throwing money away.
"Hahaha!"
Lin Yifeng smiled and offered no explanation.
Most young people are good at interpersonal skills, especially students who have been in the ivory tower for a long time.
Lin Yifeng's hundred yuan, though ostensibly a gift, was more like a letter of invitation.
Lin Yifeng was very interested in the old man who had just been holding a cane.
Holding the money, Lin Yifeng went to the accounting table at the entrance of the mourning hall. Under the shocked gaze of the accountant, Lin Yifeng put down one hundred and said with a smile, "Wallace, one hundred."
"Ah, oh!"
The impact of giving a 100-yuan gift in those days on rural people was no less than that of someone giving a 10,000-yuan cash gift in later generations.
The middle-aged man keeping the accounts received the money and excitedly shouted, "Wallace, 100 for the gift!"
Thankfully, Ma Wenhong had already left on his motorcycle; otherwise, he would definitely have fought Lin Yifeng to the death.
"100?"
"A gift of 100?"
"Who is Wallace? Do we have any relatives with the surname Hua?"
People around the mourning hall immediately started talking, and the frail old man who had just entered the mourning hall heard the shout and came out again, leaning on his cane.
The wrinkles and weathered face tell the story of the old man's past experiences.
Seeing the old man come out, Lin Yifeng smiled and stepped forward: "Hello, grandpa, my friend and I are here for lunch today, is that alright?"
"Yes, yes, absolutely!"
The old man's voice boomed: "I'm in charge of this, and I'm also the village chief of Dahu Village. If the little one doesn't mind, please come into the mourning hall with us?"
Generally speaking, unfilial children do not enter the mourning hall. The old man's statement is an expression of goodwill and recognition towards Lin Yifeng.
"OK."
Lin Yifeng turned to Bai Yejin and asked if she would like to enter the mourning hall with him. Bai Yejin agreed without hesitation.
The two took the mourning caps, put them on their heads, and entered the mourning hall. Inside the hall, Bai Yejin saw Xu Qingyi, who was also wearing a mourning cap.
"Lin Yifeng..."
Bai Yejin pouted, but Lin Yifeng pretended not to see it and chatted with the old man with a smile.
During their casual conversation, Lin Yifeng learned the name of the old village chief of Dahu Village.
A very elegant name.
Feng Qiusheng.
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