Chapter 460 Funeral (Part 7)
"You forgot, it was when my cousin said he was going to get married and there was no rice at home, so he asked to borrow some from us. Uncle, you saw today that my family spent a lot of money on my uncle's funeral."
Zhou Erlang tightly pulled his arm and helped him out, saying sadly, "Last year was a disaster year, and this year's summer grain hasn't come in yet. Now we have to borrow wheat from the villagers for the banquet. So, uncle, why don't you return the rice you borrowed from my family that year?"
Zhang Lao Er struggled to free himself from Zhou Erlang's hand and said seriously, "I don't remember anything like this happening. Did you remember it wrongly?"
"Impossible, uncle, I have a very good memory."
"You're too young to remember anything. Otherwise, you could wait for me to ask your father. He definitely doesn't know about this."
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Zhou Erlang curled his lips, turned around and went back.
Zhou Silang took the steamed bun out of his mouth with disdain and returned it to him. Zhou Erlang took it and ate it, and looked down on Zhou Silang, "Now you know how to disdain it, but you used to grow up eating my saliva."
Zhou Silang almost vomited, "Second brother, say that again!"
Zhou Erlang stopped teasing him.
Manbao peeked from behind Zhou Sanlang to see the Zhang family members looking around in the yard and said curiously, "I haven't seen them."
"That's your grandmother's family. Our two families haven't been in contact for several years. It's normal that you don't remember them."
Zhou Dalang thought of something and his face changed. "Oh no, Manbao's room."
Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang's faces changed when they heard this, and they ran to the next yard.
But they knew that there were many silver ingots in the treasure house.
The two brothers rushed to the next yard like calves, and saw that Manbao's door was closed and locked.
The two brothers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then they heard a sound coming from their room not far away.
The two men looked at each other and walked up quietly. Zhou Wulang opened the door with a bang and saw a dirty child rummaging through the bamboo box where he kept his clothes. The quilt that was originally neatly placed on the bed was also turned into a mess.
Zhou Wulang let out a roar, rushed forward, held the child down, and started searching his clothes.
He was just about to call Zhou Liulang for help, but saw Zhou Liulang rush out, and a strange shout came from the yard.
Zhou Wulang directly covered the child's mouth and shouted outside: "Cover his mouth, search him, search him quickly, I didn't believe what Third Brother said at first, but it turns out to be true. Are all of you Zhang family members thieves?"
Zhou Wulang searched the man and finally found the eight cents that he had hidden in his clothes.
Zhou Wulang saw a thief stealing money for the first time in his life. He was so angry that he started to beat him up. "I told you not to steal money, I told you not to steal money. I hid it in my pillow, and my father didn't even take it away. You have more nerve than my father."
Zhou Liulang was howling in the yard, shouting, "Fifth brother, help me—"
Zhou Wulang gave the black kid a final slap, then rushed out to see his sixth brother being pinned down and beaten. He was so angry that he pounced on him...
When Zhou Sanlang and Si Silang ran over, they saw their two younger brothers beating up a young man, tearing his already tattered clothes, and finding a few coins from a pile of cloth strips.
Zhou Sanlang & Zhou Silang: ...
Zhou Silang and Zhou Liulang worked together to drive the two naughty kids away, and then looked carefully at other rooms. They found that among all the rooms in the courtyard, only Zhou Silang and Manbao's rooms were locked, and everyone else's rooms had been searched.
The flowers that Manbao had given to Daya, Erya and Sanya were all gone.
The two brothers were very angry and turned around to find their parents.
Zhou Sanlang quickly pulled them back and said, "Are you stupid? There's no point asking your parents for help with something like this. Come, let me teach you. Go find Daya and the others..."
Zhou Sanlang passed on his experience to the two of them. Perhaps because he was afraid that they would suffer losses, he even looked at Zhou Silang on purpose, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head.
Zhou Silang asked, "Third brother, what do you mean by shaking your head?"
"It's a pity you're married, otherwise you'd still be a 'child,'" Zhou Sanlang sighed. "But you're a father now. If you were to do something like that, your cousin and the others would definitely not let you go. So forget it."
Zhou Silang's eyes rolled around and he suggested to Zhou Wulang, "Where are those friends of yours? Call them over! Damn it, they bullied us Zhou family and even came to our house to bully us. Do they think we are still children?"
Zhou Liulang is the youngest. He knows that his cousin's family is not good. In his memory, he is bullied every time he is with his cousin's family, but those memories are already long gone.
After all, the two families haven't had any contact for many years, right?
But this time, the memory of being bullied was not only recalled again, but it was even more intense than before.
Zhou Liulang's eyes turned red, and he rolled up his sleeves and cried out in grievance, "I have friends, I'll go find them!"
Of course Zhou Wulang was with him. They had always been the kings of the children of the same age in the village. Over the years, because they were rich and powerful, they had developed a sense of dominance. How could they possibly swallow this humiliation silently?
Zhou Wulang and his men went to look for someone in a rage, while the courtyard separated by a wall was also in turmoil.
The Taoist priests from the Taoist temple come down the mountain. They will have a meal here, and then hold a soul-calling ceremony. After the soul-calling ceremony, they will go to the burial.
Yesterday, Qian took Zhou Yin's birth date and time to the mountain to ask for an auspicious time for burial, and also agreed on a time to summon the soul. At this time, the Taoist priests had just arrived at the foot of the mountain, so Old Zhou and Qian went to greet them.
Manbao followed behind him like a little tail. Daohe pulled Manbao aside and whispered, "Your house is so lively."
Manbao nodded perfunctorily.
Daohe saw that she was absent-minded, so he sighed and said, "Please accept my condolences."
Manbao nodded seriously.
While waiting for the Taoists to eat, Old Zhou sat back on the mat beside the coffin, and Manbao sat beside him.
Zhang Lao Da and Zhang Lao Er wandered in from the gate, and when they saw the Taoist priest sitting in the yard, they couldn't help but squint their eyes.
The two of them went straight into the mourning hall, without even taking off their shoes, and sat down on the mat.
Manbao frowned.
Boss Zhang leaned over to Old Zhou and sighed, "Cousin, you haven't been to my house for several years, right?"
Old Zhou raised his eyelids and looked at him without saying anything.
Although he couldn't kick people out or quarrel with them, he could ignore them.
Boss Zhang didn't mind either. He sat up with his legs crossed, his dirty shoes rubbing against the mat. Old Zhou simply turned his head away, thinking out of sight, out of mind.
Boss Zhang also looked inside, thinking he was looking at a coffin, and asked, "How could such a healthy person just disappear like that?"
(End of this chapter)
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