Nongmen ugly wife counterattack strategy

Chapter 357 We Are Here To Ask For Money

"Understood, grandma."

Listening carefully to Yu Shi's instructions, Li Mujin nodded.

"Go."

The young people didn't understand the rules, so Mrs. Yu said a few more words, seeing that Li Mujin listened to her words.Yu Shi waved them away.

Hearing this, Xiao Jingyu took Li Mujin and walked towards Qiao's Village.

Halfway on the way, the two of them heard the sound of funeral music coming from Qiao's Village.

When they arrived at the gate of Qiao's house, there were six or seven tables outside the yard, and the yard was also full of tables. Many people came, and the whole yard was covered with white.

There was a visitor at the door, so Li Mujin took fifty Wen and put it in a basket, and handed over the burnt paper and paper money in the basket to that person.

After giving them, the man asked about their relationship with Qiao Lei, and after Li Mujin answered, the man gave each of them a xuanbu.

They took the xuanbu, put it on, walked to the coffin in the main room, bowed three times, and then stood aside.

Other elders were busy with Qiao Lei's burial, and many people from the Qiao Family Village came to help, which was enough.Li Mujin was fine, so she found Li Xiaoqing and said a few words, then put Xiao Jingyu aside and went to help out at the temporary cooking stove.

After Qiao Lei's burial today, there will be a funeral banquet.

Although the funeral banquet is just average now, there are quite a few people who come to attend, and other people can have a meal with a few pennies to keep them full.

Generally, the funeral is at noon, when the yang energy is at its peak.

Li Mujin kept helping until then, and when the presiding officer shouted that it was time, she moved to the front to have a look.

Li Xiaoqing and Qiao Zishan were dressed in filial piety, holding the coffin and crying fiercely. Qiao Zihao stood there holding a pottery basin, and soon a group of men in their prime came forward, holding long sticks and ropes in their hands to lift the coffin .

The slow coffin was carried out of the main room, and then walked to the gate of the courtyard.

The funeral music was blown more vigorously, and the sound of firecrackers also rang.

Li Xiaoqing, Qiao Zishan and Qiao Lei's mother and brother walked behind the coffin. Qiao Zihao walked in the front alone and was about to reach the gate of the courtyard. Suddenly, a group of menacing people blocked the way.

They held big knives, broad axes, and long sticks in their hands, and they seemed to be looking for trouble.

"Uncle Song, Uncle Bai, what are you doing?"

Being stopped at this juncture, Qiao Zihao's face was not good, especially when they were still holding things.A pair of long eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he looked at the twin brother who was holding nothing in the front and asked.

Although it is a question, the tone of the speech is not confident.

At that time, his father was ill, and their family borrowed five taels of silver from the two brothers. It is estimated that these people came to ask for money.But they had agreed before that they would pay back the money after one year, with interest on the principal, but now is not the time at all.

"You don't know what we are here for. Last autumn, you and your mother went to ask me to borrow five taels of silver. Now we are here to ask for money."

Qiao Jinsong let out a disdainful snort when he heard Qiao Zihao's question, raised his half-down head slightly, and looked up with his eyes, looking like a hooligan.

While speaking, he took two steps forward and walked in front of Qiao Zihao.

"We asked for money. At that time, we borrowed it for a whole year, and it's not time yet."

Seeing Qiao Jinsong coming up, Li Xiaoqing and others who followed behind the coffin came up.Li Xiaoqing looked at Qiao Jinsong, his face was extremely ugly, and when he spoke, he was very angry.

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