Uncle Chen's neck veins were bulging, and his ears were bright red.
This is clearly bullying. Who would cause trouble at someone else's funeral?
Elders from the clan are not allowed to come to the ancestral hall, and Wei Er had figured this out.
Wei Er took the incense and stepped forward to light a stick of incense.
Lin Ziyan quickly read through the IOU, which had the original owner's father's signature and fingerprint on it, and the handwriting was correct.
The reason for the loan was clearly stated: to open a shrimp farm.
I borrowed 1,000 yuan, with an interest of 100 yuan per six months, so I have to repay a total of 1,100 yuan.
At that time, the worker's monthly wage was just 75 yuan.
This was undoubtedly adding insult to injury for the Lin family.
The repayment date is in one month.
If you postpone it for another month, you will have to pay an extra 100 yuan in interest.
Lin Ziyan gripped the IOU in her hand, gritted her teeth,
"Uncle Wei, please keep the IOU. I will repay the loan on time."
"Please leave first, so as not to miss the funeral procession."
Wei Er gave her a deep look, slowly put away the IOU, and his expression softened slightly. "I'm glad you said that."
He gave a wink to the people next to him, and they made way for him.
Wei Er unfolded the IOU and showed it to the excited people in the ancestral hall again.
Many people shrank back when they saw the amount on the IOU.
Aunt Chen held onto her husband tightly, preventing him from losing control and rushing forward.
At this moment, nothing is more important than proceeding with the funeral according to the appointed time.
The dead deserve respect, and Wei Er must have known this, which is why he chose the right time to come.
Lin Ziyan, her eyes filled with sorrow, clutched the photo frame and walked out of the ancestral hall.
She felt sorry for the original owner's father, that his former friend had actually caused trouble at the ancestral hall.
Despite their long-standing friendship, he forced his eldest daughter to agree to pay off her father's debts.
Can't we wait until everything is finished?
Lin Ziyan composed herself, her face expressionless, and followed the group.
The chanting resumed, accompanied by weeping, as the funeral procession marched in a long procession toward the back of the mountain.
The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell, and a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Lin Ziyan's tears fell silently, and the last trace of concern in her mind seemed to vanish in an instant.
She knew that all of the original owner's will had dissipated.
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