I don't know who reported that someone in Shed N was too obsessed with pleasure and didn't go to work.
The people wearing red badges had finally found something to do, so how could they let them go? They called seven or eight people and went to Shuixiang Village.
As a result, when he opened the door, he saw An Minzhi holding the body of Old Man An.
Several people were a little scared.
You push me and I push you, wanting people to come forward and check.
An Minzhi was afraid that these people would do something else to his grandfather, so he held him tightly in his arms.
"Hey, little brat, what's your relationship with this stinky old nine?"
Old Master An's face turned pale and no one dared to step forward. They stood far away and shouted at An Minzhi.
An Minzhi didn't say anything, just stared at these people.
After a long time, those who wore H chapters still didn't receive An Minzhi's reply, so they left because they felt bored.
"Let's go, let's go. A dead man has the nerve to call us here. How unlucky."
"Let's go back and ask Hu Zi who is spreading false information."
Soon Shed N became quiet again.
After everyone left, Daya came back with a stack of money.
She didn't know how much she wanted, so she took out all the money that was allocated to her.
"An Minzhi, here, when the village chief comes back, ask him for help. Give him more benefits, and no one will refuse."
An Minzhi's eyes were filled with tears, and he choked up twice. "Thank you, Sister Daya, but I don't need so much. Just take half. If there's any left, I'll give it to you when you go to school in Shuiqu Village."
"No, keep it for yourself and buy yourself some clothes and food."
In the cold winter, An Minzhi was still wearing straw sandals, and his cotton coat was tattered, the kind that would fall apart after two or three hits.
An Minzhi paused and took out half of the money in his hand.
"Even if you buy it, it won't fit on my body or into my stomach, so you better keep it."
At this time, the village chief also arrived, and Daya had to put the money in her arms.
"What's going on? Are you catching up?"
The village chief took anxious steps and came to Daya.
Daya shook her head.
The village chief was a little stunned. He nervously pushed open the door of Shed N and saw Mr. An lying peacefully in the house. He felt very uncomfortable.
He touched An Minzhi's head and comforted him, "My child, I'm sorry."
An Minzhi fell to his knees.
"Grandpa, village chief, could you please help me bury my grandfather? I can pay you. I will give one dollar to each person who comes."
"What are you talking about, kid? You're just asking for money when I'm doing you a favor."
"Grandpa Village Chief, we have to give you this money. My grandfather's identity is quite sensitive, and people may not be willing to approach us. Giving you money will prevent people from talking about you."
The village chief thought about it and it seemed to make sense.
"Wait, I'll go call someone now."
"Wait, Grandpa Village Chief, do you know where I can buy a coffin? I want Grandpa to pass away peacefully."
"Son, a coffin costs a lot of money. The worst one costs more than a hundred yuan."
Because of this, many elderly people in the village were hastily buried with just a roll of straw mat when they died.
"Buy it! Grandpa was a very particular person his whole life. Now that he's gone, he's become compromising. I..."
"Okay, I'll ask for you, just wait."
The village chief left quickly again.
There are still people living in the cowshed tonight, so Mr. An should be buried earlier.
Thinking that each person would be rewarded one dollar, the village chief only called his own sons and cousins' children.
An Minzhi boiled water to clean Old Man An's body, dressed him in clothes with the least patches, and then had him put in the coffin.
Several people carried it and walked into the mountains.
"Okay, here it is."
Further in are the tombs of the ancestors of the villagers' large families.
People are still very particular about weddings and funerals. The tombs of these outsiders can only be built on the periphery, which means protecting the ancestors.
Due to limited time, the coffin bought by the village chief has not yet been painted.
They covered it up with shovelfuls of soil, and soon it was no longer visible.
An Minzhi, who was standing by, had already burst into tears.
Only after everyone left did Daya dare to come out of the bushes and kowtow three times to Mr. An.
"Sister Daya, I'll be alone from now on. What should I do? Wuwuwu... I was dreaming of working hard, earning more money, and moving to the water village for renovation. I didn't expect... Grandpa wouldn't even wait for me."
"An Minzhi, cry if you want to. Don't hold it in."
Daya saw An Minzhi biting his lips tightly, afraid that he was holding all the negative emotions in his heart.
An Minzhi sat in front of Mr. An's grave and cried heartily.
It was not until sunset that I started walking towards Shuiqu Village.
Daya stayed by his side the whole time and only went home after seeing him leave.
"Sister, where have you been? We have been waiting for you for a long time." Erya was a little unhappy when she saw Daya just came back.
Everyone could have made more soap in the cave, but because Duan Juan caught a cold and kept sneezing, Feng Lin took everyone back early.
As soon as Feng Lin left, Zhang Guo and Mo Yiqian left soon after.
Erya and the others naturally followed.
"Erya, Grandpa An is gone. Gone means we'll never see him again."
Erya was stunned. "Nothing today?"
Although Mr. An did not participate in everyone's small business, he also offered many suggestions.
For example, the idea of setting up sales points was proposed by Mr. An.
"Well, An Minzhi is here too."
All the children's impressions of An Minzhi came from Mr. An's statements.
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