A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

After everything was tidied up, Zhang Lan was about to lie down in bed and look at her cell phone for a while. Zhang Lan's mother called. After answering the phone, Zhang Lan's mother said: "Zhang Lan, please pack up quickly. Your third wife is dying. Your uncle just Tell everyone to go to your mistress’s house for sex.”

Zhang Lan was shocked after hearing this. The third wife Zhang Lan's mother said was the daughter-in-law of his grandfather's biological brother, the one who was adopted. When Zhang Lan paid New Year's greetings on the first day of this year, he heard that his mistress's health was no longer in good shape. After all, she was nearly ninety years old.

Moreover, she had been bedridden for almost ten years. When Zhang Lan held her hand, she could clearly feel the old man's intention to die.

In the end, Zhang Lan used 'Pudu All Living Beings' plus acupuncture to relieve the old man's pain. He thought it would last for a while, but he didn't expect that he would die again so soon.

Zhang Lan hurriedly drove to her parents' house, picked up her father and mother, and drove to the new village planned at the east end of the village. By the time Zhang Lan and her parents arrived at the mistress's house, the yard was already full of people. people.

Zhang Lan's father and mother walked into the house, and Zhang Lan stood in the yard and greeted each other with several cousins. After a while, bursts of crying came from the house. Uncle Zhang Lan came out to greet his uncles who were still in the yard and came into the living room.

In the yard, Zhang Lan asked his elder brother Zhang Jialin in a low voice: "What are we going to do? Cremation or burial?"

Zhang Jialin pursed his lips toward the living room: "We are discussing, right? We have to wait for the mother-in-law's arrival to decide what to do. For burial, it will be buried later in the evening or at midnight tomorrow. For cremation, we will proceed as normal."

My cousin Zhang Hongwei said: "It should be cremated. If you want to be buried, you won't call so many people."

"Qing Jun is in the unit. Uncle Da Liang probably won't let him be buried. Let's see later." Zhang Hongjie followed.

After waiting for a while, two people hurriedly walked in from outside. Not long after entering the house, there was a quarrel. Zhang Lan also learned afterwards that Zhang Daliang, the son of the third wife, insisted on being cremated, and her brother and daughter both wanted to be cremated. I was opposed to cremation, and I was thinking about whether it would be better to be buried in the ground or not, and eventually we got into a quarrel.

Zhang Lan and others couldn't stand the cold in the yard, so they went out to find some dead branches and lit a fire outside the yard. Zhang Jialin took a few chopped logs from the yard and threw them on the fire. While warming himself, he said, "Just wait, it will be late at night when the quarrel starts."

"To make such a big noise, we can't even think about burial. What else is there to make a fuss about." Zhang Zhipeng, the youngest of the cousins, said.

Several cousins ​​laughed, and Zhang Jialin explained: "As long as people in our village want to be buried, they can avoid people at night. Those who want to be cremated are only considered if they have civil servants in their families."

"Then what impact will the burial have on my brother Qingjun?" Zhang Zhipeng then asked.

"If you don't want to be promoted, it won't have any impact. If you want to be promoted, it will have a big impact." Zhang Jialin thought for a while and said.

Zhang Hongwei stamped his feet, exhaled and said: "In the end, we have to be cremated. Just talk about it earlier. In fact, there is no difference. If you are cremated, you can still have funeral services. If you are buried, it is just like burying a chicken or dog. Nothing can be done. , it is better to be cremated.”

Zhang Lan stood by the fire and said, "It's almost done. I hear there's no more noise inside."

When returning home, Zhang Lan asked her mother: "Should my third wife be buried or cremated?"

"Cremation, Zhang Lan, you go there and be a dutiful son in three days." Zhang Lan's father said.

Zhang Lan said speechlessly: "Dad, there are only seven or eight people in your generation. How can it be my turn to kneel in the memorial shed?"

Zhang Lan's mother said: "Don't listen to your dad, you are just talking nonsense. There is no need for you to go, just show up in three days. By the way, remember to tell Yongjun not to let her go. When I meet you back, go to the main room to burn some incense and then go back to the bedroom in the east courtyard."

"I know." Zhang Lan replied.

During dinner the next morning, Qin Yongjun asked Zhang Lan: "Why did you go out to answer the phone so late yesterday?"

"Our mistress passed away last night, so I went there to talk." Zhang Lan replied.

"Should I use it then?" Qin Yongjun asked.

"You don't have to go, just stay at home. I can go alone." Zhang Lan said.

After the meal, Zhang Lan moved the flowers in the clinic back to the glass flower room, and thought of 'Indigo Sea', and the blue brilliance melted into the watering kettle. Zhang Lan picked up the watering can and watered several pots of flowers.

As soon as he put the watering can back, the phone rang. Zhang Lan picked it up, looked at it, answered the call and asked, "What's the matter, Mom?"

"Come here, your uncle is here to talk to you about something." Zhang Lan's mother said on the phone.

After arriving at their parents' house, Zhang Lan's uncle and aunt were sitting on the sofa chatting with Zhang Lan's mother. When they saw Zhang Lan entering the house, Zhang Lan's mother said, "Zhang Lan is here, let's see what he says."

After listening to the uncle's narration, Zhang Lan knew the reason. The uncle Zhang Dajiang wanted to move Zhang Lan's grandfather's grave. He thought that the two families had not been going well in the past two years. Zhang Lan's father had a serious illness, and Zhang Hu's business He lost money while doing it, which may have something to do with the cemetery. He planned to move the grave before the Qingming Festival.

Zhang Lan twitched his lips and said, "You can just discuss this with my dad and my aunt. As long as the place you find is good for us, I don't have any objections."

Seeing that Zhang Lan had no objection, Zhang Dajiang said with a smile: "I told your aunt and them yesterday that they don't have any objections. Just call them when the day is set to move the grave."

"Have you found the place? I'll go see where it is." Zhang Lan asked.

"I just told your mother that she knows the place. Ask your mother to take you there to take a look when you have time. I have to go to your mistress's house later to talk about something." Zhang Dajiang said.

After sending uncle Zhang Dajiang away, Zhang Lan's mother said after returning to the house: "You just agreed? When your father was ill, he didn't talk about relocating the grave. Zhang Hu hurriedly talked about Feng Shui when something happened. If you want to move the grave, you will have nothing to do but look for trouble. I think the current graveyard is fine."

Zhang Lan said with a smile: "It's okay. He wants to accommodate himself. I'll go take a look at that place later. There is no particularly good place now, but anything that is more powerful has been severely damaged. As long as the family members are ordinary. Just be safe."

Zhang Lan's mother led Zhang Lan to a mountain col on the west slope to the west of the village. Looking at the place her mother pointed out to him, Zhang Lan's mouth twitched. The place is a good place, but there is a mobile signal tower standing straight behind the hillside in front.

Zhang Lan looked at it again with his meritorious spiritual eyes and Qimen Dunjia. It was just an ordinary piece of land, nothing special. Just be careful not to let the water from the hillsides on both sides flow into the ground.

It's a good place in terms of Feng Shui. I don't know who the uncle hired. It should cost a lot of money to find this place. I remember that Zhang Hu followed Fatty Zeng around this western slope before, but he didn't find this place.