I brought a Jurassic

Chapter 172 Jia Dongxu is buried

If the elderly in the family are still alive, there is no need to follow the custom of three days of mourning, so today is the second day and the funeral can be held.

No matter what petty things that short old man did, they are secondary. The funeral is more important. After the funeral, we can put everything on the table. If you are reasonable, then we will be reasonable. If you make unreasonable demands, I'm sorry, we won't agree to them.

He didn't ask about what was going on inside Jia Zhang's house, but went straight out the door to find Yan Bugui, the accountant.

"Is there any money left from the funeral expenses given by the factory? How much is left? They require a coffin before we can be buried in the ancestral grave."

"That's enough. Are there any requirements for the material of the coffin?"

Yan Bugui replied.

"It's almost fine, as long as it can be buried. Hurry up and go to the coffin shop to buy one!"

Wang Luo gave an order.

"Okay, I'll arrange someone to go right away!"

It was not until noon, amid the crying of the Jia family, that Jia Dongxu's urn was finally placed in the coffin, and the funeral procession began.

As the funeral music sounded, Bang Geng took the lead and Xiao Dang walked out of the central courtyard holding Jia Dongxu's portrait.

Wang Luo and his group of helpers also tied white cloth strips around their waists and followed the funeral procession to give instructions at any time.

The alley is now full of neighbors who have come to mourn. A lot of things can be seen from here, such as whether the courtyard is united or not and how the family members get along in the courtyard. If they are not popular, they can only spend money to hire people to cry at the funeral.

Don't think this is a trivial matter. People in the surrounding courtyards will talk about it when they see it. After that, if there is a wedding or a daughter's marriage in the courtyard, people will come to inquire about it.

Knowing that the courtyard is united, other courtyards would have to think twice before bullying others.

The people of Long country have really figured this out, and they are all very smart.

The old Jia family did not have any popularity in this regard, after all, Jia Zhang's foul mouth could easily offend people. But we should not judge by appearances, but by appearances. Who was presiding over the funeral this time? It was Wang Luo. This man was very powerful. Not to mention his fame, his manners were good. In addition, his parents were soldiers, and his master had come not long ago. He was also very friendly to everyone on the street. If anyone asked for help, he would help them. Moreover, Wang Luo often hunted prey and caught fish, and he shared them with everyone. They wanted to curry favor with him, but failed. When they saw that Wang Luo was taking the lead this time, no matter how big the grudge between them and the old Jia family was, they had to come for the Wang family's sake.

Following Wang Luo's instructions, he dumped the basin on the earthen bricks at the entrance of the alley, and was carried on the road by two younger generations of the Jia family, crying.

Haha, breaking pots, this tradition is more popular in the north, but he is not sure about it in the south. Why is Yi Zhonghai so obsessed with retirement? It is because he hopes that a hundred years later, someone will do this to him. I have to say that the traditional customs of Longguo are really beyond words. They are all dead, so why do they still care about these things? But they just care about them, there is really nothing they can do!
After leaving the city, the coffin was placed on the ox cart. Xiaodang, the daughter, took off her mourning clothes and followed the people in the yard back.

Bang Geng and the other people from the Jia family followed him to the ancestral tomb of the Jia family for burial.

"Here, it's all yours!"

Everyone knew the customs of the old Yan family. On the way back, they threw the white cloth strip on their belts to Yan Jiecheng. This little bit of white cloth could be made into a pair of shoes. No one would think it was unlucky, especially Yan Jiecheng who had inherited the true teachings of Yan Bugui. Yan Jiecheng thanked them, accepted it with a smile, and put it in his pocket.

"Busy working?"

As soon as he came back, Li Jun, who was reading a book leisurely, asked Wang Luo.

"It's over. When Banggeng comes back and receives the notice, I will take them to the Steel Mill to get back the blood compensation. There is also the matter of succession. I called Uncle Zhao Gang early in the morning. The matter of Old Sun's family has already begun to be investigated. What kind of people are they? They obviously have food, drink, salary and jobs, but they still think of ways to take advantage of these widows. How can they sleep at night?"

Wang Luo asked Li Jun while washing his face.

"I have been busy weaving all my life, only to have food and clothes. I put on silk and satin, but when I look up I find my room is too low.

I have built tall buildings, but I don't have a beautiful wife by my bed. I have married beautiful wives and concubines, but I don't have a horse to ride.

He bought a tall horse with a golden saddle, but few people followed him. He hired dozens of family members, but he was bullied because he had money but no power.

When luck turns, he becomes a county magistrate, but he complains about his low position. After becoming a minister, he is promoted to a cabinet minister, and he dreams of ascending the throne.

Once he became the emperor, he conquered the barbarians in the east and west. All the nations in the world surrendered to him, and he wanted to play chess with the gods.

Dongbin played chess with him and told him to get on the ladder quickly. But before the ladder was ready, the King of Hell sent cards to urge him to get on.

If this man had not reached his death, he would have thought the heaven was too low. If the Jade Emperor had asked him to do it, he would have thought the heavenly palace was not magnificent enough.

Human nature is like this, and you will never be satisfied. But you did a good job this time. If you have the ability, you should always stand up for your neighbors. From now on, you will be a prominent figure in this yard and this alley!" Li Jun slowly read the Jiangnan Xiaoling "Ten Insufficiencies" to you and praised Wang Luo.

"What can I do? They have found me. I have to come to give you face. I don't want to get involved in these things. First, it's troublesome. Second, I feel uncomfortable knowing more. Okay, you read the book. I'll go to the Jia family to check the situation."

After saying that, he went out and came to the central courtyard. In front of the gate of Jia's house in the central courtyard, people in the yard were helping to clean the place and dismantle the mourning shed. Sha Zhu was still cooking. Since people came to help with the funeral, they should at least be provided with a meal.

"Xiao Luo!"

When the busy people saw him coming, no matter how old he was, they immediately greeted him. He was so young, but he managed the funeral perfectly, took care of the faces of all parties, and did it in a reasonable and well-founded manner. Everyone was convinced of him.

"Okay, you guys go ahead and do your work. Third uncle, bring the account book over here and settle the accounts with Aunt Zhang and her mother-in-law, so that the host family can rest assured and understand! First uncle and second uncle, come over here as witnesses!"

After Wang Luo said something to the three uncles, he entered the Jia family. At this moment, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Jia family were sitting there in silence, not knowing what they were thinking. Perhaps the pillar of the family had fallen, and who knew what the future would be like!
"Xiao Luo is here, come and sit down, come and sit down!"

When they saw him enter the house, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law immediately stood up to greet him.

"Please sit down, please sit down. My last job as the funeral director is to check this account with you so that you can know the situation clearly and avoid any mistakes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three old men came in, and Yan Bugui was holding an account book and a stack of banknotes in his hand.

"We can rest assured that you are the supervisor!"

Jia Zhang said immediately.

"Let's put things in order. Trust is trust. Money and bills are not a trivial matter. Come, Third Uncle, tell us about the account book so we can check it!"

"Okay, this time, the funeral expenses for Jia Dongxu, including the funeral expenses paid by the steel rolling mill and the contributions from neighbors and relatives, totaled 114 yuan. Among them, the funeral expenses of the steel rolling mill were 40 yuan, the driver who caused Jia Dongxu's accidental death was 20 yuan, and Yi Zhonghai was 5 yuan... The total cost was 67 yuan, and the balance was 9 yuan, as well as some food coupons, cloth coupons, and oil coupons. They are all here. Please count!"

He then handed it to Wang Luo. After Wang Luo looked at the account book, he counted the money and gave it to Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong. They each looked at it and finally handed it to Jia Zhangshi, who counted it.

"That's right, not a penny less. Thank you all four for your help. I kowtow to you to express my gratitude!"

After saying this, he was about to pull Qin Huairu and Xiaodang to kneel down to thank them, but they were immediately pulled up.

Jia Zhang knew very well that if Wang Luo had not been the supervisor, keeping a tight grip on the account book, spending what should be spent and not spending a penny that should not be spent, and setting the rules, not to mention the people in the courtyard, even the relatives of the Jia family would probably spend money out of their own pockets just to save face or for some other reason, not to mention any surplus.

Nowadays, there are many families that have lost their entire families and are feeding on widows and orphans. When the short old man from the Jia family mentioned it, Wang Luo immediately suppressed it, because this was said in front of them.

"This is all as it should be. Now the money and bills have been handed over. When Banggeng comes back, I will take him to the surrounding neighbors to express my gratitude. Tomorrow we will go to the steel mill to complete the follow-up work. Please accept my condolences. We will leave now."

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At night, Banggeng finally came back, and Wang Luo once again took him from house to house to kowtow to the people who helped him: "All those people you kowtowed to today are here to help, and the account book I gave to your family this afternoon is a favor from your relatives and your father's friends, you have to pay it back when you have the chance.

You can't save money like this, and don't let your grandma or your mother spend it. Remember, in our Dragon Country, favors are the foundation of your life, understand? Take a long-term view!"

While visiting every household with Banggeng, he gave him educational lessons.

"Just don't be like my grandma and be so fussy about everything, and don't get into arguments with people just because of something?"

Banggeng raised his little head, looked at Wang Luo and asked.

He may not understand the deeper meaning, but he came up with these ideas based on how his grandmother usually behaves.

"Well, that's good. You have a smart mind. From now on, you should be like a man and set up your own household. You can't be so fussy about everything. Otherwise, you will lose the big picture while picking up sesame seeds. It seems that you have made a profit, but in fact you have suffered a great loss."

Banggeng nodded, not quite understanding.

"Can I learn martial arts from you? I want to be your disciple. I feel like you know the most in our courtyard. When my father was alive, he told my grandmother and my mother to have a good relationship with you."

"Haha, there's no rush to learn Kung Fu. To learn martial arts, you must first learn morality. Have you seen my master, your Grandpa Li? If you have nothing to do, go find him. He will teach you what morality is. As long as you have learned and understood morality, I will teach you Kung Fu!"

He didn't dare to rashly accept disciples, especially Banggeng. It was still unclear what this kid would be like in the future. He seemed very sensible now, but if he became a "thief king" in the future, he would be doomed as he had taught an ungrateful person. So, Li Jun had nothing to do all day, so he could just throw them to him, including Maodan and Goudan. Let the old man teach them a lesson on how to behave first!
(End of this chapter)