Chapter 240: Why don’t you give me money?
Although the village chief made an accurate judgment and sent Deng Kai to the hospital in time, Deng Kai was determined to die. He had consumed too much rat poison and was too weak from long-term illness. He died just after arriving at the hospital before he could be rescued.
"Dad!" Deng Xiumei threw herself on Deng Kaihuai and wailed.
The onlookers were all heartbroken, but they chose to stay away from her: This woman has a mental problem, don't get into trouble with her.
"The patient is no longer alive. You should prepare for his funeral as soon as possible," the doctor advised.
"None of your business! Go away! Everyone go away! Dad, Dad!" Deng Xiumei pushed the doctor away and continued to wailing.
"Village chief, look at this matter..." The doctor looked at the village chief helplessly.
"Xiumei, this hospital is a place for medical treatment, and there are so many patients here. It will disturb others if you always stay here." The village chief had no choice but to step forward to persuade them.
"Then please help me carry it back first..."
"Where are you going to carry it to?" Deng Liu'er asked immediately after hearing this.
"Carry it to my father's house..." Deng Xiumei was a little afraid of Deng Liuer, so she answered quickly when he asked.
"The house I bought cannot be used to build my home!" Deng Liuer stated firmly.
People around him couldn't say anything. It was unlucky for someone to die suddenly, and it was even more unlucky if he died in someone else's home. Now that Deng Liuer had bought the house, it was indeed inappropriate to carry the body back home.
For a moment, everyone was at a loss.
"Xiumei, call Chunlin and Chunsheng. Kaihuai is gone, and his sons have to come back." The village chief was knowledgeable and experienced, and he considered things carefully. He actually thought of taking the body to the village committee first, but who would pay for it? This matter had to be notified to Deng Kaihuai's two sons.
Deng Xiuzhen called Deng Chunsheng's phone, but it was turned off.
I called Deng Chunlin again. He just said that his father had died, but then the line was disconnected. When I called again, the phone was turned off.
Finally, I called my nephew Deng Jingui, but his phone was also turned off.
Deng Xiumei looked at everyone blankly. She really had no idea. It's not that she had never seen a funeral before, nor did she understand it, but she had no money.
"How about calling Xiuzhen?" someone suggested.
"Don't call her!" Deng Xiumei screamed, scaring the people around her.
"Then what do you think we should do?" The village chief was also annoyed. He could ask you to go to the village committee to handle the funeral, but someone would have to pay for it, right? Deng Kaihuai was not alone, not only that, but he also had a son and a daughter, so it was impossible for the government to pay for it. Otherwise, what would happen if someone else died in the future and the children threw the person to the village committee?
"Yeah, so what do you think we should do? You don't have the money, and you can't contact Chunlin and the others. What should you do if you don't call Xiuzhen?" Someone who was on good terms with Deng Xiuzhen said sarcastically.
"Are you planning to leave your dad here?"
"That's right, if you can't do anything about it, then don't try to be the leader!"
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There was a lot of discussion for a while, and most of them were talking about Deng Xiumei.
Deng Xiumei was overwhelmed by what she heard, but she was still unwilling to contact Deng Xiuzhen: A woman who doesn't care about her parents, doesn't help her parents' family, and doesn't support her brothers is a bad person and has no conscience!
Finally, someone from the police station came and said that Deng Xiumei was disturbing public order and that it was a serious violation of the law.
The village chief persuaded Deng Xiumei in time, and she finally agreed to contact Deng Xiuzhen. But she refused to call and asked someone else to do so.
The village chief didn't say much. After Deng Xiumei reported the number, he quickly dialed it.
When Deng Xiuzhen heard that her father had died, she immediately rented a car and returned home.
Borrow the village committee's venue, build a tent, invite a Taoist priest, order a coffin, hire a chef, borrow tables, chairs and benches, and hire a kitchen helper...
By the time all the arrangements were made, it was already past five in the afternoon.
The date was chosen and the burial took place three days later.
For three consecutive days, Deng Xiumei called every day, but could not get in touch with Deng Chunsheng, Deng Chunlin and Deng Jingui.
After discussing with the village chief, relatives and friends, Deng Xiuzhen asked her cousin Deng Yazhou to carry the spirit tablet.
It was midnight and all the relatives and friends had arrived, but they could not find the place to record the ceremony.
Deng Xiuzhen held up her red and swollen eyes and explained: Everyone coming here to burn incense is a sign of respect for our old father. My elder brother and younger brothers are not at home, so I did not do my job well. Please forgive me if I offended you. As for the gift money, I cannot accept it...
Enjoying the sumptuous meal without having to give gifts, everyone couldn't help but feel sincere.
Especially those who scolded Deng Xiuzhen, a daughter who was still working at her parents' home to make money, felt very guilty and blamed themselves, and tried even harder to help.
With everyone's active participation, Deng Kaihuai's funeral was very lively.
Deng Xiuzhen did not take the remaining food away, but shared it with everyone. She only hoped that everyone could help clean up the village committee...
After everything was settled, Deng Xiuzhen gave two kilograms of meat to those who volunteered to help in the kitchen, and gave each village cadre cigarettes and alcohol in addition to meat.
For a time, everyone in the village praised Deng Xiuzhen for her loyalty and affection. As for filial piety, Deng Xiuzhen was naturally number one. Otherwise, which daughter would have so much money to bury her old father?
After finishing her work, Deng Xiuzhen was about to return to the city, but was stopped by Deng Xiumei: "Xiuzhen, do you have any money on hand? Lend me some first."
"I lend you money? Why?" Deng Xiuzhen pushed Deng Xiumei's hand away and asked coldly.
"You even give so many things to those villagers. I'm your sister. Not to mention that I'm borrowing now, even if you give it to me, it's your duty! Besides, if I hadn't used the money to help my eldest brother Chunsheng and others, and to treat my parents' illnesses, how could I be without money?" Deng Xiumei said confidently.
"We are all filial piety in treating our parents, and I have also paid, right? As for giving money to elder brother and Chunsheng, that is your business and theirs, and has nothing to do with me. If you don't have money, go to them for it. Don't even think about getting a penny from me!" Deng Xiuzhen now hated Deng Xiumei to the core.
"You can even help these villagers, why don't you help me? Do you know that I don't even have money for food now?" Deng Xiumei screamed loudly.
"Why? Because you are stupid and bad! Don't forget how you harmed me and how you teamed up to rob my house!" Deng Xiuzhen laughed in anger.
"We didn't get it, so you didn't suffer any loss!" Deng Xiumei still thought she was right.
"Then let me tell you why I can give my money to others but never to you: because others have a conscience and know what is good and what is bad, but you are stupid and have no conscience!" After hearing what Deng Xiumei said, Deng Xiuzhen felt that she would be making things difficult for herself by arguing with Deng Xiumei. After she finished speaking, she turned around and left without even looking at Deng Xiumei.
"Xiuzhen, stop right there!" Deng Xiumei wanted to chase Deng Xiuzhen, but was blocked by the villagers.
"Deng Xiumei is so stupid!"
"You are so heartless!"
"You don't even care about your own child, but you use your money to support your brother. Haha, is there anyone more stupid than this in the world?"
"People like this are a disaster when they are alive!"
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All kinds of scolding came, and Deng Xiumei felt she was drowned by the scolding.
She couldn't help but tell the truth: "I don't want Deng Xiuzhen's money, it's just that I was diagnosed with a disease and need surgery..."
"You're just asking for money?" someone sneered.
"She wants to kill people, hahahahaha"
"What kind of illness can you cure? It would be better if you die sooner and are reborn sooner!"
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"Ah!" Deng Xiumei screamed and ran away with her head in her hands.
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