In the ordinary world, I am the son-in-law of the Sun family

Chapter 130 The Wolves

In the end, Wang Manyin still couldn't beat Wang Hongshan, and the five hundred catties of fish fries were resold to double the profit. Of course, these were small money, and Wang Manyin didn't care much.

Now his small treasury is close to [-] yuan, which is the start-up capital for the arrival of the spring breeze.

Wang Hongshan happily handed the money to Wang Manyin, and then ordered the men of the Wang family to carry the fry into the village. How to distribute the fish will be discussed in a meeting.

But one thing can be guaranteed is that in the future, Wang Manyin will eat fish, enough!

The men of the Wang family carefully carried the fish fry into the village as if they were treasures, and repeatedly told those naughty bastards not to get close to these canvas bags, otherwise they would be careful to hit their butts.

Wang Manyin didn't care about the fish fry, he had already done what he had to do.

He still likes these relatives in Wangjiazhuang, so he doesn't mind helping them.

When we came to the mourning hall, there was a black wooden coffin in the center, and a huge iron pot was placed in front of the coffin. Yellow paper money was burning in the iron pot, and the ashes left by the burning filled most of the pot.

In front of the iron pot, there were a few women and children kneeling, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, crying constantly, but no tears were seen.

The old man lived to be eighty-seven years old, which is considered a long life in this era. Old age is free from disease and disaster, and he passed away peacefully.

Therefore, there is nothing sad for future generations, but they will be happy for the elderly.

Wang Manyin also put on a white cloth and tied it around his head with a hemp rope. The white cloth was so long that it dragged to his waist. He knelt down and burned two wads of paper money to express his feelings.

When the time came, although it was still raining heavily outside, Wang Hongshan grabbed a big rooster and tied it to the coffin, and the man of the Wang family carried the black wooden coffin and walked towards the cemetery.

Several women took rice and sprinkled it all the way to open the way, crying endlessly, but unfortunately the old man who died at this scene could not be seen.

No wonder some people say that funerals are not for the dead, but for the living.

The dirt road is very slippery, and the rain is so heavy that people can't open their eyes, but according to the theory of Yin and Yang, they must be buried within the specified time period, so as to ensure the prosperity of the descendants of the Wang family.

Mi Yinyang is a living god in Mijia Town. He is proficient in everything from fortune-telling and acupoints to Fengshui.

It was mentioned in the original book that it was calculated by Mi Yinyang, and the cliff situation handed down by the Sun family's ancestors is the best Fengshui in Shuangshui Village.

Regardless of gossip, the men of the Wang family worked together and finally dropped the black wooden coffin into the tomb, and then buried it safely.

After finishing a series of complicated operations, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and went back to Wangjiazhuang talking and laughing.

But as soon as he returned to Zhuangzi, he saw more than a dozen strange people standing in the threshing field.

Why do you say they are strange? They are dark-skinned, strong and strong, covered with black fur of unknown animals, and wearing black hats.

More importantly, each of them carried a shotgun on their backs, their eyes were sharp, and they had a big bag at their feet, making them look like wolves!
The members of the Wang family were startled. After just going out for a while, an outsider broke in?

Their fry won't be hustled, right? !
Everyone became anxious immediately, and Wang Hongshan was the same. He picked up the shovel he had just dug and said sharply: "Who are you? What are you doing in my Wangjiazhuang? One who is afraid of death!"

The leading man raised his head and gave him a look, which seemed to see through Wang Hongshan, making him speechless for a moment.

The aura is mysterious and mysterious, but it really exists. Wang Manyin can clearly feel the aura of a beast from these people, and there seems to be a faint cold killing intent.

But these people didn't do anything extra. The leader said indifferently: "We are part of the wolf hunting team. We came from the original north. We passed by Mijia Town. Now we are going to the original west."

"Passing by your Zhuangzi, I want an excuse to warm up the food and hide from the rain. I don't know if it's convenient. This is my ID."

Wolves?

No wonder there is such an imposing manner and such a strange dress.

There are wolves in the mountains of northern Shaanxi, and there are many wolves. There are records of wolf disasters in the county annals of various counties, and wolves harm people and livestock, so there are naturally wolf hunting teams.

The wolf hunting team is a very respected existence in northern Shaanxi. After all, if they dare to fight against wolves and protect the people, they will naturally be respected.

The villages like Shuangshui Village, Guanzi Village, and Wangjiazhuang Village are not bad. They are close to the city, and they were developed relatively early, so wolves are rarely seen.

If you go to the mountains of Xiashan Village, you can often see green eyes and even a pack of wolves. In the original book, Tian Fujun went to Xiashan Village to investigate and met two wolves.

Hearing that this group of people belonged to the wolf hunting team, Wang Hongshan's attitude immediately became respectful. He put down his hoe and wiped his hands, then took the documents and looked at them carefully.

For half the salary, he waved to Wang Manyin and asked, "Manyin, come and see what is written on it?"

The leader on the opposite side twitched his eyes, didn't say much, and waited patiently, while the rest of the wolf hunting team also stayed in place quietly without making a sound.

Wang Manyin stretched over to take a look, and read softly: "The captain of the first wolf hunting team of Yuanbei County in the Huangyuan area, Gao Shan."

"Gao Shan!" Unexpectedly, when Wang Hongshan heard the name, he immediately walked over and grabbed his hand enthusiastically, "So you are the legendary Captain Gao Shan. We never tire of hearing about your deeds. Come home with me. It's raining too much."

Gao Shan broke away from Wang Hongshan's hand a little uncomfortable, and nodded indifferently. He was used to this kind of enthusiasm, and then led the members of the wolf hunting team towards Wang Hongshan's home.

Gao Shan and the others got a little further away, and the members of the Wang family started a heated discussion.

"It turns out that they belong to the wolf hunting team. No wonder they have guns on their backs and their eyes are so scary."

"That's right, I didn't dare to say much just now, for fear that they would shoot me down with one shot."

"Gao Shan, this is a famous big man. I heard that wolves will run away in fear when they smell him."

"They are wearing wolf furs. This is a good thing. It is very comfortable to put on the kang as a blanket in winter."

"You said if we could exchange some wolf skins, it's also a matter of discussion. Wolf skins, we usually don't have access to this kind of good stuff."

"I think it's okay, then who of you will talk to Captain Gao Shan?"

"I want to go to you, I dare not, who dares to talk to such a murderous person?"

Everyone talked a lot, Wang Manyin also looked at the backs of this group of wolf hunters curiously. He had heard Gao Shan's name mentioned when others bragged about it, and he had even heard of wolf disasters. He hadn't seen real wolves yet. what is it like.
(End of this chapter)