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"It's so lively, could it be that he's married a wife?" Zeng Guobao's face beamed with joy. If someone married a wife, it would be no problem to have a meal while in the chaos. www>

Lu Junbao listened carefully, then shook his head and said, "It's not marrying a wife, it's Baihui!"

Baoer asked incomprehensibly, "What is Baihui?"

In fact, Liu Jian, Zhao Bing, and Zeng Guobao didn't understand what Baihui meant.

Lu Junbao said with a smile: "As the saying goes in the countryside, there are red and white meetings. Red refers to marriage, and white refers to funerals, which means dead people!"

Everyone finally understands this explanation. There are many dead people in the city, and the funerals are held in funeral parlors. But Zeng Guobao and others are young and have never heard of the word "Baihui", let alone Bao'er. .

But regardless of whether it was the Red Club or the White Club, there must be no problem eating. Zeng Guobao was especially excited. He was already very hungry. Others ate steamed stuffed buns and drank porridge, but he hadn't eaten anything.

Bao'er was excited because she wanted to watch the excitement, and her pace quickened.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, there were more people, men, women and children, Zeng Guobao walked in the front, because he was hungry, he couldn't wait.

Not far into the village, a few men wearing white filial cloths greeted them, and asked as they ran, "Please come here, please come here, are you friends from the second city?"

As soon as Zeng Guobao heard this, he knew that they had misunderstood. He might think that some of them were friends from the city who they called "the second" who came to the funeral. deny.

The few people didn't ask in detail, they were very well dressed and imposing, especially the girl, who looked like a painting despite her young age, and hurriedly led the five of them into the village.

Zeng Guobao looked vulgar, but he was careless on the outside. He talked to those people along the way and figured it out before he arrived.

It was indeed a funeral. The one who died was the old man of the village head’s family. He was 92 years old. The village head had three sons and four daughters. One of the sons was an official in the city, and all four daughters were married to the city. In the village, the second child is the official in the city, and those people misunderstand that they are friends of the second child in the city.

The funeral was very lively, and the sons-in-law invited their own funeral bands, and each had competition.

After a few people kowtowed in the mourning hall, they were arranged to rest in a room by the receptionist. Fortunately, the two sons-in-law were kneeling in the mourning hall to pick them up. No, already sleeping like a pig in the room.

What Lu Junbao is more interested in is seeing Duan Gong doing things. The so-called Duan Gong refers to the things his brother did during his lifetime. Those who do this business are basically local farmers.

Only about ten minutes later, someone came to invite them to a table for dinner. On the large lawn outside, a large dam of hundreds of square meters was filled with tables, and there were a lot of people. Five people from Lu Junbao sat at a table , but there are eight people at a table, and someone came and sat down within a few minutes.

Lu Junbao and Zeng Guobao sat on one side, Liu Jian and Zhao Bing sat on one side, and no one sat with Bao'er. Originally, she sat alone, and there was an empty side. The three people who came were girls around twelve or thirteen years old. Dressed in the country, his face was still a little dirty, and he just stared at Bo'er after sitting down.

Baoer asked with a smile: "What are you looking at? Is there a flower on my face?"

The three girls just shook their heads, and one of them said: "Sister, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than those on TV. Teacher Wang's daughter in our school is also good-looking, but she is still not as good-looking as you!"

Rural children are really childish, Bao'er smiled and said: "Really? Actually, you are also good-looking, but you don't feel it!"

It is of course happy to be called beautiful, even by someone like Bao'er.

Only Zeng Guobao muttered: "Hypocrisy!" [

But his attention was not on this, he was focused on the dishes and rice, before the dishes arrived, a pot of rice was served first, steaming and steaming.

Zeng Guobao didn't talk too much, he dragged the basin and filled himself with a large bowl of white rice, he ate it after three times, and then filled it with another bowl.

This action stunned the three girls!

The pretty girl Zan Baoer couldn't help asking: "Uncle, is there no white rice in the city?"

In her heart, the city is full of delicious and fun things. It is estimated that this uncle has never eaten or seldom eaten the rice produced by himself in the village, so he eats it so hard.