"Ah, Zhang Tiemao, you old man should have died long ago. You've waited until now, and you're almost bankrupting your family.
And that damned old woman, she didn’t even tell me where she hid her money before she died, damn it, damn it, all of them…” Lihua was like a madman, she shook off her youngest son Zhang Peng and ran straight to the old man’s coffin.
As if she had no fear, she pounded the lid of the coffin hard.
In the dim light, his whole face looked as hideous as a demon.
Zhang Peng, who was pushed to the ground, became like a possessed person and didn't say a word.
After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly stood up, gathered his strength and rushed straight towards the old man's coffin, hitting it with a series of bangs.
It was as if something was about to burst out of his head.
The people who were keeping vigil nearby were startled by the noise.
They stopped crying and burning the paper money in their hands, and they crawled back away.
“Ahhh…”
"Mom, there's a ghost in my mom."
"Help."
"Ah, a ghost is possessed." The people keeping vigil were frightened by the actions of the mother and son, and thought of the various ghost stories they had heard from the older generation, so they spoke without thinking in fear.
The two best friends were not far away, but not close either. They both knew what was going on, so they were not afraid, but just watched coldly.
"Xinxin, Mengmeng..." Bai Rong came out of the crowd after hearing the noise.
I looked the two children up and down and found that they both had rosy faces and neat clothes, so I felt relieved.
"Are you two okay?"
"It's okay, Mom." The two responded quickly, fearing that it would be too late and Bai Rong would worry.
"I'm glad you're okay." Bai Rong glanced at the crazy mother and son with disdain. "These two are crazy."
If she wasn't sick, would she go crazy and talk nonsense at the old man's funeral?
"Don't just stand there, go and separate them." Someone in the crowd shouted.
But everyone stood there and no one dared to move, and a few people even quietly shrank back.
What a joke, this place is already a mourning hall in the middle of the night, and there is a dead person lying in the coffin in front.
These two people are as crazy as if they were possessed by evil spirits. Who dares to go up and pull them out?
What if they don’t poop properly and the dirt on the mother and child gets on them?
"Xiao San, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, all of you follow me." It seemed that if they were not stopped, the coffin behind the altar would be knocked over by the mother and son.
The man suppressed his fear and called a few people to accompany him to stop the mother and son.
Otherwise, if the coffin falls to the ground, it will be an ominous symbol.
Zhang Weiguo, who was standing in the crowd, had his eyes flashing. The old woman's money?
My father and mother have long been unable to make money, so where does the money come from?
Also, haven’t the old couple always favored the eldest wife?
Why is Lihua saying this now, and looks like she wants to tear the old couple apart?
"Let me go, let me go..." The four men quickly controlled the mother and son.
In order to calm the farce in the mourning hall, the man found two ropes to tie up the mother and son and stuffed their mouths.
"Wuwu..." Even so, the two continued to struggle, making strange whimpering sounds from their mouths.
The person was taken away, and the mourning hall fell into silence for a moment, an eerie silence.
"Do you think it's possible that the old man has possessed Lihua?" someone asked in a low voice.
"Hush... Maybe he wasn't filial when he was alive, so he came back to cause trouble right after he died."
“…..”
“……..” Not to mention the villagers, in fact even the relatives of the Zhang family knew that the old couple Zhang Tiemao were partial to their eldest son’s family.
I used to help my eldest son take care of his children and farm for them.
Later, when the children grew up, they began to use their pension money to support their eldest brother's family.
It is said to be pension money, but in fact, isn’t it all the money sent back by Zhang Weiguo?
To put it bluntly, using Zhang Weiguo's money to support Zhang Baoguo's family is extremely biased.
Even though they knew it, it was difficult for a judge to judge family affairs. As relatives, they had no qualifications or rights to interfere in Zhang Tiemao's family affairs.
"Cousin, what's going on?" Zhang Baoguo, who came hurriedly, asked anxiously.
He went back for a while and found that his son and daughter-in-law were tied up.
"Baoguo, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but as the head of the family, how come you can't even control a woman?
Look at what's happened today. Do you think my second uncle can't have a good last journey?" The man's expression became more serious as he spoke.
In the countryside, the most taboo thing is for someone to disturb the funeral home.
Under normal circumstances, outsiders have no idea whether children and grandchildren are filial or not.
But the wake is going on now, and there are villagers watching the fun around. How would it look if the noise got out?
After listening to the man's story and scolding, Zhang Baoguo's face turned a little dark.
But he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only humbly flatter her. "Brother, this is all my fault. I will definitely have a good talk with them when I get back..."
Seeing that he had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, the man's expression finally looked better.
"Yeah." After handing the mother and child over to the other party, the man turned around and returned to the mourning hall.
In the mourning hall, the two best friends quietly took out a handful of dried fruits from their pockets.
"Hmm~ These pumpkin seeds taste good."
"Try this watermelon seeds, they are delicious too." The two people ate and commented on them.
It doesn't fit in with the eerie atmosphere of the mourning hall.
Lihua and her son were taken away by Zhang Baoguo, and the atmosphere in the mourning hall returned to its original state.
Everyone was crying and kneeling. The two best friends pretended to burn paper money for the dead, but they were actually squatting there eating secretly.
Kneel down, old man, don’t even think about it. Zhang Xinxin hopes he will die soon.
She was so happy that he finally died, how could she shed tears?
Her tears are very precious, and not everyone deserves them.
…..
The long night passed quietly. When everyone was tired of keeping vigil, there were benches nearby where they could sit down and rest.
The old man was sixty-eight when he died.
In this era where the average life expectancy is sixty years old, the old man is already considered to be old.
It was a happy funeral, so the atmosphere among the crowd was pretty good.
As the sky brightened, Zhang Weiguo and his family left the mourning hall, dragging their tired bodies.
After staying up all night, even a normal person couldn't stand it.
Not to mention that it is already October and it is still a bit chilly at night.
After returning home, Bai Rong hurriedly made some food, and everyone went to bed after eating.
No matter what else, I have to catch up on my sleep.
After a night of guarding, I felt dizzy and uncomfortable all over...
When I woke up, it was already afternoon. The warm sunlight was shining on the windowsill, and a few birds were chirping on the branches behind the window.
"Awake?" Ruan Mengmeng had just opened her eyes when she heard Zhang Xinxin's voice beside her.
"Hmm~ When did you wake up?" She had slept for so long that she forgot that she was not sleeping in the same room with Zhang Sinian.
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