Siheyuan: Beat Qin Huairu violently, Silly Zhu, why are you crying?

"Pretending to be a decent gentleman, didn't you have a lot of fun before!" Looking

at the back of Cao Tiezhu leaving, Qin Huairu muttered a few words.

Just as he was about to leave the backyard and try his luck elsewhere, the door of Xu Damao's house opened.

Xu Damao pushed the car and prepared to go to work.

Seeing Qin Huairu, Xu Damao smiled.

"Qin Huairu, why are you here. "

Have you picked up Lao Jia's bones?"

Qin Huairu nodded and glanced into the room.

I didn't see Lou Xiao'e, so I asked, "Where is Xiao'e?"

Xu Damao replied: "I went out early in the morning to catch the market." "

What, do you have something to do with her?"

Qin Huairu shook his head: "It's nothing, just ask." "

Da Mao, my family has nothing to eat, can you lend me some food?"

Xu Damao has always had a bad relationship with the Jia family, where is he willing to lend her food.

Xu Damao refused: "Don't borrow."

"I'm going to work, you can borrow it somewhere else."

Xu Damao was about to leave with the car, Qin Huairu hurriedly held the handlebar, blocked in front of the car, and said pitifully:

"Damao, just borrow some, I have a benefit for you."

Hearing this, Xu Damao comprehended, and his eyes lit up.

As soon as Qin Huairu was pulled into the house, the door was closed, and the class was gone.

Xu Damao was in a hurry, and he took off his pants to do something.

Before the food was in hand, Qin Huairu firmly grasped the belt of his trousers and did not let go.

"Xu Damao, what are you anxious about, you have to come hard before the benefits are given to me.

"You give me a chicken, and I'll get from you." "

Take your pants off, tell me this.

Xu Damao hurriedly said: "I haven't been to the countryside recently, how can I have chickens for you."

Qin Huairu replied: "If there are no chickens, then give me ten catties of fine grain." "

Last night, Xu Damao was scolded by Lou Xiao'e.

Xu Damao urgently needs to prove himself in other women and find self-confidence.

Qin Huairu asked for ten catties of fine grain, and Xu Damao agreed without thinking about it.

entered the kitchen, weighed ten catties of grain, and threw it in front of Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu looked at it, and after confirming it, he loosened his belt of trousers.

Xu Damao was furious and immediately pounced.

Two minutes later, Qin Huairu came out of Xu Damao's house with a big bag of grain and a smile.

I knew that Xu Damao was so easy to handle, and he shouldn't have looked for Cao Tiezhu before.

Every time I looked for Cao Tiezhu, I was tossed half to death by him.

Xu Damao is different, it has not started yet, it has ended.

When he got home, Qin Huairu shook the grain in his hand and said to Jia Zhang's:

"Mom, I didn't get chickens, I only borrowed ten catties of grain." "

It's ten pounds of fine grain, no worse than chickens." "

Jia Zhang is discussing with Jia Dong how to deal with the matter of Lao Jia's bones, and he has no time to deal with Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu carried the food and went to the kitchen to cook with interest.

Jia Dongxu's meaning was to take a time out for the family to go to the grave to bury his father.

But Jia Zhang doesn't think so.

Jia Zhang believes that it is disrespectful to him to bury Lao Jia hastily.

Buried, it must be buried.

However, it is too hasty to do it, and he should be sent away in a beautiful manner.

Do the funeral for Lao Jia again, and then send him up the mountain.

Doing this, first, is to respect Lao Jia.

Second, you can collect some money.

The family is so poor that they can't eat, and they can't count on Qin Huairu.

I had to use some off-the-plate tricks to get some oil and water.

Doing a funeral for Lao Jia again is both beautiful and profitable.

Jia Zhang's idea was supported by Jia Dongxu, and the two hit it off.

Qin Huairu, who was cooking in the back room, heard the conversation between the two, poked his head out and asked

, "Mom, we just quarreled with the people in the courtyard

, are they willing to help?" "Even if they are willing to help, is anyone willing to pay

for it?" Jia Zhangshi replied firmly: "It's just a quarrel, and it's not a deep hatred."

"Who dug up Lao Jia, I didn't hold them responsible, they are grateful to Dade before it's too late, they must be willing to help."

"Every time someone dies in the hospital, I take the initiative to help.

"Handle the funeral for Lao Jia, there is no reason why they should not come.

"As for the money, you have to follow it when you come, this is the rule. "

Jia Zhang is so confident, Qin Huairu can't say anything.

But she felt in her heart that this thing was not easy to do.

I just had a fight with the people in the courtyard, and I not only had to be helped, but I also had to ask people to pay for it.

Treat others for something.

After a pause, Jia Zhang continued: "Dongxu and I have already discussed, and we will do it tomorrow."

"In the afternoon, when everyone is off work, you go and knock on the door to inform you.

"You take these three yuan, buy some things to use for future affairs, and we will build the mourning hall later."

Jia Zhang stuffed three yuan into Qin Huairu's hand.

Qin Huairu held the three yuan soaked in Jia Zhang's sweat, and her heart was as bitter as eating Coptis chinensis.

The dirty work is always left to me.

If you don't do it, you will be beaten, this home is really not a place for people.

Complaining is complaining.

After cooking, Qin Huairu hurriedly took two bites and went out with the money.

It's only three dollars, and there are only a lot of things you can buy.

Qin Huairu bought some white cloth, white paper, white candles or something, and came back.

After arriving home, Jia Zhang called on the family to build a mourning hall.

A table was placed in the middle of the house, on which was placed a bowl of rice, a pair of white candles, a posthumous photo of Lao Jia, and a sack of bones.

A piece of white cloth was hung on the door frame, and a few "dian" words were pasted on the windows.

The mourning hall is completed.

"Lao Jia, you can go with peace of mind!" "

Lao Jia, Lao Jia!" After setting up the mourning hall, Jia

Zhang howled a few times at the door and cried for a while.

Hearing the movement, all the aunts who didn't go to work in the courtyard came over.

Seeing that the Jia family had set up a mourning hall, their faces were full of question marks one by one.

What is this going to do, is it possible to hold a funeral for Lao Jia.

I've done it once, and I'm going to do it again.

Lao Jia is all broken into slag, isn't it good to bury it straight.

The first time I saw two funerals for the dead, it was strange, it was strange, it was really strange.

When Jia Zhang saw that people were coming, he stopped crying and said, "You guys came just in time. "

Lao Jia's funeral will be held tomorrow, you guys should come early in the morning to help."

Hearing this, several aunts looked at each other.

I was fooled, I wouldn't have come to see the excitement if I knew it.

I was supposed to come to see the excitement, but I didn't expect to put myself in.

Aunt Yi is also among them, and after thinking about it, the mourning hall has been built, what else do you want us to help with.

Could it be that we can help with the cooking?

If it's to help with grocery shopping and cooking, that's okay.

Before, there were red and white ceremonies in the hospital, and an aunt would participate.

She is usually responsible for grocery shopping and cooking.

Because I have done it many times, it is easy to do.

Although Aunt Yi thinks Jia Zhang is hateful and annoying, it doesn't matter to Lao Jia.

Lao Jia was dug up after being in the coffin, and the bones were separated, which was quite miserable.

If you don't look at Jia Zhang's face, if you look at the face of the dead man, it's not a big deal to help.

An aunt asked, "What time will you come tomorrow, have you bought the

dishes?" "What kind of banquet are you going to make, how many dishes are you going to make?"

Hearing this, Jia Zhang's face was confused.

It is for you to cry and give money, not for you to cook.

Jia Zhang replied: "You are mistaken, we will not hold a banquet."

"I'll be in charge of cleaning tomorrow, and I'll just be in charge of the weeping spirit." "