I brought a Jurassic

Chapter 171 Registration Number

Sometimes Wang Luo is curious about those authors who write novels about courtyard houses. They are always full of conspiracies and conflicts. He admits that there are some conflicts of interest in them, and he does not deny it.

But after coming to this world for several months, it seems that they are just a group of ordinary people, petty citizens, who are obsessed with trivial matters. Even if you let them plot all kinds of schemes, I guess they don't have the brains to do so. They don't even understand simple policies. It would be a joke to expect them to do anything!

Take Jia Zhang for example. Various fan fictions say that she is a shrew and is nicknamed "Necromancer", but in fact she is just an ordinary peasant woman with a sharp tongue.

It's just that she had a problem with her comprehension ability. She mistook unreasonableness for being aggressive. And then word spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred. So, her reputation was ruined.

Actually, they are all poor people. Wang Luo shook his head and suddenly thought helplessly that it seemed that Sha Zhu's final ending was that he died under the bridge, his body was eaten by wild dogs, and Xu Damao collected the body. But when did this ending come out? And who told him? At first, he also believed this statement, but now he himself doubted the authenticity of this statement. Maybe it was just the bored imagination of the author of the fan fiction?
"Oh, forget it. I have changed myself beyond all recognition anyway. It was not normal for me to come to this world in the first place!"

Thinking about all these things in his mind, after the three uncles left, Wang Luo walked to Jia Dongxu's urn and spirit tablet. He squatted on the ground, lit incense, and burned paper. After the yellow paper was burned, he picked up the wick of the eternal lamp in front of the spirit tablet.

He turned around and sighed, then touched Banggeng's head. He didn't expect that this was the first time he had spoken so much to this little brat in such a long time since he came to Siheyuan.

"After the neighbors finish burning paper, you can take your sister and mom back to the house to sleep. You will be tired tomorrow, so remember to leave the door open!"

Then he said to Jia Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, the children are too young, don't let them suffer. Sister Qin is still pregnant and you should pay more attention to her. They are the hope of your Jia family. No matter how sad it is, you must let them have a good rest."

Jia Zhang saw a different side of Wang Luo today. He is really particular about doing things and has thought of everything in advance. Although he is very young, he is more capable than the old people in the courtyard. Alas, when Dongxu was around, he hoped that Banggeng would become his disciple. I wonder if he will agree in the future. Even if he doesn't, it would be good to learn something from him.

He nodded to show that he understood.

"Okay, I'll come again tomorrow. If you have anything to say, just tell me. We're from the same courtyard, and no one dares to bully you. If anyone bullies you, I'll break his legs!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for your trouble!"

Jia Zhang's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hurriedly thanked them. They understood that this was to cheer them up. The imitation was the so-called relatives who would come to cause trouble tomorrow. They were orphans and widows, especially those who were workers in the city. For those old relatives, it was a very big temptation, as it was a stable job.

Early the next morning, he went to find a public phone and called Uncle Zhao Gang. He told him about what happened in Old Sun's family and hoped that he could help investigate the matter. Uncle Zhao Gang immediately agreed, cursing on the other end of the phone while agreeing.

When we returned to the yard, several young people in mourning were already sitting on both sides of the mourning shed. They were the ones who specialized in crying at funerals. If there were not enough people in mourning, people would laugh at us.

Wang Luo didn't care, just bowed and went into the house.

Two gray-haired old men were stunned when they saw a young man like Wang Luo swaggering into the house.

Wang Luo looked at them and thought they were relatives of the Jia family. Qin Huairu followed the ancient ritual to dress Jia Dongxu in mourning. However, she was pregnant and did not kneel on the straw. She sat on a small stool.
Looking at Bang Geng and Xiao Dang, whose eye sockets were already hollowed out, he asked as soon as he entered the door: "Have you had breakfast?"

Before Bang Geng could speak, Qin Huairu answered first: "Manager Wang, we are eating the vegetarian meal made by your brother-in-law. Our family is poor and cannot afford meat dishes!"

Wang Luo pretended to be angry and scolded loudly: "What kind of family is this? They still eat meat. It's good enough to have a vegetarian meal. I am the manager of the funeral. I arranged this for my brother-in-law. You don't have to worry about it. Who are these two?"

"Two uncles from Dongxu in my hometown!"

Jia Zhang introduced.

"Oh, so you are relatives. Grandpa and I am the manager of the funeral of Comrade Jia Dongxu. I am trusted by Aunt Zhang and Aunt Qin to handle the follow-up issues of Comrade Jia Dongxu. I am sorry for the neglect!"

Wang Luo acted as if something suddenly occurred to him, stretched out his hand and shook hands with the two old men.

"Are you the manager?" The two old men looked at Wang Luo in disbelief. No wonder there were so many people coming and going to help after entering the yard, including many elderly people. But when they went to find the manager to discuss the funeral arrangements, they couldn't find anyone. It turned out that a little kid was hired as the manager. Aren't the people in this yard just making trouble?
"What's the matter, gentlemen? Do you think I can't be the manager because I'm too young? Haha, as the old saying goes, a man with ambition doesn't need age, and a man without ambition can live a hundred years in vain. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Luo. I'm fourteen years old. I once killed a tiger with my bare hands. I also taught a class to a group of old professors. If you two ask around in the whole capital, you will find that there is no one who doesn't know me.

With my abilities, let alone a small manager, even if I go to the army or university, I am guaranteed to have a place without any hesitation, do you understand?
Because of this, I was trusted by Aunt Zhang and her daughter-in-law, and by the young and old men in the courtyard, and was recommended to be the manager! "

When Wang Luo's great achievements were mentioned, the two old relatives of the Jia family were immediately stunned. Well, just based on his face, there would be no problem at all for him to be a manager.

To put it bluntly, who can be the manager at a funeral? Generally, it has to be a person who is highly respected or knowledgeable, praised by the neighbors, and has face. Ordinary people cannot be the manager because you have to take into account the interests of all parties and make arrangements for everyone.

Wang Luo is young and has only participated in many funerals in his previous life. He knows the procedures, but he has a good reputation now. At least he has beaten tigers and been in the newspapers. For ordinary people, that means he can be the person in charge because he can keep things under control. So when he was the manager of Jia Dongxu's funeral, no one could say anything. This is his ability.

"Excuse me, it turns out you are Wang Xiaoying. We have heard of your name and admire you very much. You deserve the title of Guan!"

The two old men immediately put away their contempt. Okay, this guy is the boss. They stood up and shook hands with Wang Luo.

"It's just a false reputation. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality. But you two gentlemen know the situation. There are only orphans and widows left in this family. The old and the young, you are also relatives, and you have to consider their future lives. I made some arrangements. I tried to save as much as possible and try not to be extravagant. The living are more important than the dead.

I invited you here, firstly to bid farewell to the deceased. Secondly, I want to prevent the outside world from seeing your Jia family as a joke, and to give this widowed family a strong reputation, and prove that the Jia family is a big family, so that they will not be looked down upon or bullied in the future. Thirdly, I want to ask if there are any rules or taboos for entering the ancestral tomb. I am young and this is my first time to be in charge, so I am afraid of making mistakes and causing unnecessary jokes, so I called you here to give me some guidance. "

Wang Luo spoke politely and with reason. To sum it up in one sentence, everyone should work together to complete the funeral process to the satisfaction of all parties.

"Little Hero Wang is very thoughtful, and it should be so. However, I can't say that I am giving you any guidance. Let me tell you about our customs. We have a rule in Jiajia Village that we cannot bury urns. We have to put the ashes in a large coffin, and the urns have to be smashed and burned!"

One of the old men, Gao, explained.

"Well, little hero Wang, can you let us take a look at the gift cabinet account? After all, we are relatives. I just asked the accountant for it, but he didn't agree."

The other short old man also spoke at this time.

"My two uncles, I respect the customs over there, and I will follow the rules, but I can't give you this gift account. You are just relatives, especially for a funeral held here. This is the relationship between Aunt Zhang and her daughter-in-law, including the deceased Jia Dongxu. I, the accountant, and you have no right to ask for this account. From now on, he will belong to the boy Banggeng who is kneeling at the door to express his gratitude. He will have to pay it back in the future. If I give you this account, will you pay it back if something happens here?"

Without further ado, he immediately refused. This was a matter involving money and he couldn't be careless at all.

"Seventh Brother, don't mention this for now. This is a funeral. Do you want to make fun of yourself? We can discuss this after the funeral!"

The tall old man immediately stopped the short old man from continuing.

"Thank you for your understanding. Thank you for your understanding. The dead are the most important. No matter how big the matter is, let Jia Dongxu rest in peace first. We can discuss everything later. Since I am the manager, no matter what the matter is, I will do my best to solve it and make sure that the arrangements are clear. Do you trust my character?"

Wang Luo bowed to the two of them and thanked them.

"I can trust you. I can trust you. You are a man like Wu Erlang. You value loyalty and your words are as good as nails. Thank you for your help. It's just some trivial matters from the past. We can discuss it later!"

The tall old man also bowed politely to Wang Luo.

"Okay, you two move over and come to my house for tea. My elders will entertain you. We'll go pick out a coffin later. After noon, we'll hold the funeral and send Jia Dongxu back to his ancestral home!"

Wang Luo invited them and went out to call Li Jun, who then took the two old relatives of the Jia family back to his home for tea.

(End of this chapter)