He originally planned to divide the money among himself, but he knew his own son's character well, so he deliberately acted coy, which ended up costing him his life.
However, I'm over eighty years old myself, so I might as well go. But what about my wife? Erlong is alright, but what if he goes to the capital again?
Now that Nan Nan is here, she will definitely be able to take good care of these people. He can finally leave in peace. A tear rolled down Old Man Chen's cheek as he exhaled his last breath.
"Grandma, Grandpa is gone." Nan Nan could no longer sense Grandpa Chen's presence.
"Wow, old man, how could you be so heartless as to abandon me? How am I supposed to live alone?" Chen's mother wailed. Cuihua was stunned for a moment, then quickly put her hand under Chen's father's nose. Sure enough, he was no longer breathing.
"Dad, you're really gone? You shouldn't have come back if you knew this would happen!" Cuihua started wailing too. These two high-decibel cries frightened Enming, who also burst into tears.
Yan Xiaonan quickly sent a wisp of mountain god energy to the little guy. The little guy was stunned. After a while, Yan Xiaonan felt a warmth on his body. The wisp of mountain god energy had actually returned to his body.
Yan Xiaonan was startled and sent another wisp of mountain god energy to Enming. After three or four seconds, the mountain god energy returned to him.
Yan Xiaonan quickly carried Enming out of the bathroom. She needed to confirm whether Enming had any special abilities. As she walked to the bathroom door, her consciousness spread out and she saw a shadowy figure following her.
Upon closer inspection, it was Chen Xiaomei. Yan Xiaonan snorted coldly. She hadn't avenged that childhood grudge yet, and now she was coming at her. Just wait and see.
After entering the restroom, Yan Xiaonan carried Enming into the space. As soon as Enming entered the space, her expression, which had been on the verge of tears, immediately turned into joy.
Yan Xiaonan tried to communicate with Enming using her special ability: "Enming, can you talk to your mother?"
Enming was stunned for a moment, then stared straight at Yan Xiaonan. Enming's voice echoed in Yan Xiaonan's mind: "Mom, Mom."
Yan Xiaonan understood. She guessed that this child also had special abilities, and that his abilities were similar to her own. She found a few rose seeds, took one, and placed it in Enming's palm.
"Enming, look, Mom is making the seeds bloom."
Several seeds began to sprout in Yan Xiaonan's hands. Slowly, the sprouts grew and burst into flower buds. The flower buds then began to bloom. When the flowers were in full bloom, Yan Xiaonan stopped using his supernatural ability.
Enming clenched her little hand holding the seed tightly, and her face began to turn red. After two seconds, Enming stopped moving. Yan Xiaonan quickly pried Enming's little hand open, and the seed had already burst open.
It really does have superpowers, and the same superpowers as mine, but the child is too young to control them.
Yan Xiaonan didn't want to talk anymore. She took out a ginseng flower from her spatial storage and put it in Enming's mouth. The ginseng flower withered instantly, and the tattered petals fell out of Enming's mouth.
Enming laughed with great enthusiasm, and that slight smile made Yan Xiaonan wish he could hide Enming away.
He darted out of the spatial dimension, opened a toilet stall, and sure enough, saw Chen Xiaomei looking for him. Seeing him come out, she ran over obsequiously, "Nan Nan, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Xiaonan produced a gold brick in his hand and slammed it down on Chen Xiaomei's forehead. With a "smack," blood flowed from Chen Xiaomei's forehead.
After rinsing the gold brick under the tap, Yan Xiaonan sneered, "You're very lucky to have your head smashed by a gold brick."
Chen Xiaomei looked at the gold brick in Yan Xiaonan's hand with greed in her eyes. It didn't matter if her head was smashed open; what mattered was whether she could get that gold brick into her own hands.
"Do you want it?" Yan Xiaonan asked.
Chen Xiaomei nodded repeatedly, saying, "I want it."
"How did you break your head?" Yan Xiaonan asked.
"I accidentally bumped into the door frame and broke it," Chen Xiaomei said without hesitation, offering her explanation.
"Okay, remember what you said. If you dare to go back on your word, see how I deal with you." Yan Xiaonan put the gold brick into Chen Xiaomei's hand.
Holding the heavy gold-plated suit, Chen Xiaomei happily forgot the pain in her head: "Thank you, Nan Nan, thank you, Nan Nan."
Yan Xiaonan gave her a disdainful look, then carried Enming back to the emergency room. The crying inside had gradually subsided, from loud sobbing to soft choking. After examining him, the doctor covered Old Man Chen with a white sheet.
"Will you cremate or bury the body in a coffin?" The doctor knew that the elderly in the village usually took their bodies back for burial.
Erlong said, "Take it back."
"Do you want to rent a car?" the doctor asked again.
“Yes,” Erlong said.
“No, we have a car,” Da Long said.
Erlong turned around and punched Dalong, cursing viciously, "You ingrate! Is that your car? How dare you be so shameless? Shut up!"
Da Long was knocked to the ground, blood gushing from his nose. He tried to get up and fight Er Long, but when he met Bei Nan's cold, piercing eyes, he froze.
The doctor glanced at Da Long, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes. Even if there really was a car, it was for transporting a corpse, and most people wouldn't be willing to do that.
The doctor issued a death certificate and a car rental receipt, handing them to Erlong: "Go pay the bill. Someone will come to move the old man later. You only need one of you to stay."
Mother Chen stood up: "I'll stay. You all go and get busy. Set up the altar and everything. Erlong, the altar will be placed in the old house. Cuihua and the others still need to live in the newly built house."
Erlong nodded, turned around to pay the bill, and the others from Southeast stood outside the door, bowing to the old man inside the house to see him off.
Ye Chenming led the way in his pickup truck, followed by the hearse and the truck at the rear. When the people of Chenjia Village saw the pickup truck and a hospital vehicle return, they knew that Old Master Chen had passed away.
Since going to the capital, Erlong has learned a lot of social skills that cannot be learned from textbooks. These skills may not be enough in the capital, but they are sufficient in the small town of Chenjia Village.
In no time, all the villagers who could come out were mobilized. When they learned that the altar was placed in the old house, every villager showed the expression that was expected, which made Da Long very depressed.
The villagers helped set up the altar, make hemp clothing, draw hemp rope, and prepare things like yellow paper, tin foil, incense, and candles. They were very well prepared. The village chief also prepared the coffin and tombstone for burial at the Chenjia Village cemetery.
Yan Xiaonan found it strange. Were the people of Chenjia Village really this united? Then why didn't they come out when the gamblers bullied Grandpa?
Bei Nan sneered: "Second Uncle gave the village chief three thousand yuan to help with Grandpa's funeral arrangements."
Yan Xiaonan nodded. This was a good idea, much like the one-stop service in later generations, where money was all it took to get things done. It was quite reasonable.
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