Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 454 Funeral (2)

  Man Bao thought for a while, then replied: "Okay, let me ask him, father, is our uncle really dead?"

  The smile on Lao Zhou’s head became stiff, he sighed for a long time, took out the cigarette stick attached to his back, and nodded: "Yes, it's dead."

  Man Bao turned around and squatted with him, supporting his chin with both hands, and sighed quietly, "I haven't seen my uncle yet."

  The eye sockets of Lao Zhou's head just when he put the smoke gun in his mouth were red, and the smoke choked up. He couldn't help coughing violently, and then his tears and nose flowed down.

  Lao Zhou wiped his head very carelessly, turned his head and squeezed out a smile at the surprised Man Bao, "choking..."

  Tears are like not being wiped clean.

  Lao Zhou's head wiped his eyes while muttering unclearly, "This is too bad..."

  Man Bao didn’t know why she became very sad. She patted her chest and promised, “Father, don’t worry, I must make Bai Shanbao cheaper.”

Of course, Bai Shanbao can’t be cheap, because he just learned from his cousin that the grain merchants may not have received the grain, so the price of wheat has risen again. Yesterday, it rose back to thirty cents and one bucket, but today it’s a jump. It's thirty-two essays.

  I heard that the wheat sold in the grain shop has also increased by two cents. Obviously, the old and cunning grain merchants are not willing to pay more in vain.

  So Bai Shanbao’s remaining three bags of wheat can be sold without worries, as long as the grain dealer finds it, thirty-two writings are easy to sell.

  If it wasn't for Man Bao to be an acquaintance, and his eyes were a little red, he would sell it to her when he just cried.

  Man Bao just choked with her father, and his eyes were a little red, so he discussed with Bai Shanbao: "Then tell my father, you sold us for a bargain, and I will make up for the missing money, okay?"

  Bai Shanbao scratched his head and asked, “Why is it so troublesome? Tell your father that you paid for it with me?”

   "No, my father is happier when wheat is cheaper."

  She spends money and Lao Zhoutou spends money, in the heart of Lao Zhoutou are the same.

   "Okay, how much do I have to tell your father?"

   "Twenty texts?"

   "Does your father believe it?"

  Man Bao thought for a while, and thought it might not.

   "Let's talk about twenty-five essays," Bai Shanbao clapped: "You have to make up the missing money for me when you look back."

"no problem."

  After discussing the business, the two children sat on the stone not far from the gate together and talked, "I see the noise at your house. What are they doing?"

   "My father wants to treat my younger uncle in funeral, and he has to invite the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple to call on the souls. In the future, every new year and festival, my younger uncle's family can come back to have dinner with my grandparents."

  Bai Shanbao thought for a while and said, "My father doesn't seem to be spiritual, should I also give my father a trick?"

   "No need," Man Bao didn't know much, so he hesitated, "Doesn't your father have a corpse? My uncle's family has no bones, so I wanted to call souls."

   "Well, when will the funeral treatment begin, I will send the ceremony at that time."

   "Maybe the day after tomorrow, tomorrow my elder brother and they are going to buy a coffin."

  Bai Shanbao asked curiously: "Are you going?"

  Man Bao shook his head, "Children can't go."

  In fact, the coffins are usually made by the carpenter in the coffin shop after they produce the wood, but there is always too late to prepare. At this time, you need to go to the coffin shop to buy ready-made coffins.

Sometimes there is no surplus in the coffin shop, and you have to borrow it from others, or directly embezzle the shop built by others. There are too many troubles here. Children like Man Bao should have stayed away from these nasty things. Why would you let her follow?

  Man Bao came home with the good news. Lao Zhoutou personally took his two sons to buy the three bags of wheat. Of course, I would like to thank Bai Shanbao.

Then I stopped by to find Master Bai and told him about Zhou Yin's affairs, implying that Zhou Yin's affairs should be forgotten here, and by the way, he was invited to have a stick of incense when he had time. The family should be very grateful and grateful to Master Bai. Woolen cloth.

  Master Bai had already learned about the incident from his aunt and knew that this was the work of the master Wei in the capital, so he readily agreed.

Lao Zhou took the food home and said to Wednesday Lang: "I guess there are a lot of people here, but at the moment, every family is not rich, so we have to get some flour out so that we don’t have enough time to eat. It's ugly."

  Wednesday Lang nodded.

   "Hull all the three bags and collect the bran. The three bags of wheat leave a bag of bran, which is ground and mixed into the flour."

  Wednesday Lang: "...Father, will this be unsightly?"

"It's not good-looking, but it's affordable," Lao Zhoutou patted his head and said, "Even if we harvest a lot of wheat in our village this year, but we haven't let go of the belly to eat white noodles, you don't even look at the whole village. How many people are there, as well as your uncle's house, and relatives in each room..."

   Lao Zhou gritted his teeth and said: "There is also my uncle's house!"

  Wednesday Lang thought of something, he shook, nodded repeatedly, and asked: "Father, is a bag of wheat bran enough? Do you want to add more?"

Lao Zhoutou hesitated, "Although it needs to be affordable, it can't be made too unsightly. The steamed buns made should be delicious. Or ask your sister-in-law, she is a steamed bun, she should understand. ."

  Wednesday Lang touched his head, and he went to the kitchen to ask Mr. Qian.

After a while, he was driven out by the little Qian, "Fortunately, if you can figure it out, it is mixed with a bag of wheat bran. Can it be kneaded into steamed buns? If you mix 10 catties of flour with me, I don’t think it’s too much, that’s it. You want to mix three bags of wheat with one bag..."

  Wednesday Lang shrank his head and ran away, looking for his father pitifully.

Lao Zhoutou sighed sadly, "Okay, then carry a bag of wheat from home to grind it. Alas, let your sister-in-law add some wheat bran when making steamed buns in the evening. Let's save some food. There is still some time before the summer harvest."

  Wednesday Lang nodded and turned around to move wheat.

The Qians were giving Zhou Dalang the money to buy the coffin, "It's not that the coffin that is played now is much more expensive. You bring five taels of silver and try to buy it as you can. Your uncle and your aunt were buried together. Try to buy something more spacious."

  Zhou Dalang responded.

Qian opened another money box and took out a drop of money from it to give him, "There are also white paper, linen cloth, and white flags that I bought from the coffin shop. Please be more careful. Don’t miss things. We There is only one day to treat the funeral, and this must be done decently."

  Qian wiped the corners of his eyes and said, “In the past, people were buried in a hurry, and there was only one mat and one quilt. They should come back well and go out well.”

   Zhou Dalang accepted the money and responded.

  (End of this chapter)