Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

Mrs. Jia Zhang jumped on her feet and started to scold Aunt Shen.

Director Wang couldn't stand it anymore, so he slammed the table and shouted:

"Anyone who disobeys this judgment will be taken away!"

"Bring her back to the sub-district office. I will do some ideological work for her myself."

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Shen's whole body suddenly withered.

Jia Zhang was also so frightened that she quickly shut up.

Is it okay to let the black-faced god keep an eye on him?

Once you let the black-faced god take you to the street office and ask him to do ideological work for you, you will definitely be heartbroken, burst into tears, and hate yourself for being inferior to a piece of meat.

Yes, this is the great thing about Director Wang. He never beats or scolds the people in the area under his jurisdiction, but his iron mouth is too powerful.

Asking him to do some ideological work for you will make you completely doubt your life.

This is a fact recognized by all the neighbors on the street.

Aunt Shen collapsed on the ground, just crying.

Jia and Zhang also stopped talking and did not dare to curse anyone anymore.

Director Wang came over and comforted Yan Bugui for a rare time.

"Old Yan, death is the most important thing. Your family should take good care of Yan Jiecheng's funeral."

"If you have any difficulties, just mention it to me. I will help you if I can."

Yan Bugui almost burst into tears with gratitude.

He held Director Wang's hand, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh, Director Wang, my family is unfortunate, my family is unfortunate!"

"I won't say anything. I just blame our family for his own misfortune."

"I will take good care of Xie Cheng's funeral, so I don't need to worry about it, Director Wang."

Yan Bugui said with a hoarse voice and a cry.

Director Wang patted the back of Yan Bugui's hand and pointed at Aunt Ginseng.

"Comfort your wife well, there is no resurrection after death."

"The dead have passed away, but we living people must continue to live well."

"Take good care of your wife and tell her to take good care of herself."

Director Wang comforted Yan Bugui a few more words and took the people away.

Before leaving, forensic doctor Hu told Yan Bugui to go to the hospital morgue to claim the body tomorrow morning.

Yan Bugui nodded heavily and thanked Doctor Hu again.

This hospital-wide meeting finally ended before it got dark.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be seen, He Yuzhu took his sister home to make dinner.

The whole hospital meeting is over, but the aftermath has just begun.

Neighbors gathered outside the gate of the compound, waiting for Director Wang to announce the results of the investigation.

Seeing Director Wang leading people out of the compound, many neighbors rushed into the compound and curiously asked the neighbors in the compound. Finally,

What is the final result of the investigation?

Many neighbors were shocked when they learned the final investigation results.

"Witch! That's what happened."

"I thought there was some kind of female love affair between Qin Huairu and Yan Jiecheng."

"I didn't expect Yan Jiecheng to be so courageous. After drinking, he ran to get a knife to open the door of Qin Huairu's house. He actually wanted to sleep with Qin Huairu."

"Fortunately, Yan Jiecheng's myocardial infarction was caused by excessive drinking and he failed. Otherwise, Jia Dongxu would have had to make him a cuckold."

All of a sudden, the neighbors were scolding Yan Jiecheng for not being a human being.

Even if Yan Jiecheng died, the neighbors would not let him go and continue to beat Yan Jiecheng's body.

This time, the Jia family was relieved of their injustice and felt proud.

At this time, the Yan family's door was closed, and the family was huddled in the house, helpless.

Tomorrow morning, we have to go to the hospital morgue to claim Yan Jiecheng's body.

Then, you have to cremate, buy an urn, and buy a cemetery.

This all costs money.

For the old Yan family, who value money more than life, this is an unbearable burden.

Yan Bugui thought about it and discussed it with Aunt Shen.

"Fuck, let's go pick up the dismembered body early tomorrow morning and send it to the crematorium. We have to pay cremation fees and buy an urn for cremation. This all costs a lot of money."

"It's better to buy a cemetery for the most part. I heard that cemeteries are not cheap."

Yan Bugui said to Aunt Shen with a bitter face.

When the third aunt heard this, she cried again.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My poor son, how much will it cost our family if you die?!"

"No one in our family can afford to die."

Aunt Shen feels sorry for her son as well as her money.

The thought of spending so much money tomorrow is like picking out the flesh of Auntie Ginseng.

Yan Bugui said tentatively: "Fuck, how about we borrow Lao Cui's tricycle next door early tomorrow morning, and we can ride the tricycle to the hospital morgue ourselves. After we claim the body, we can take it to the crematorium ourselves. Go inside."

"When we go there, let's prepare a chicken skin bag in advance. We don't need to buy any urns. It's a waste of money."

"After the dismembered body is cremated and the ashes have cooled, we can directly put the ashes into chicken skin bags."

"Then let's ride a tricycle to the wasteland east of the city and dig a hole for the boss's ashes to be buried in."

"In this way, we only need to pay 20 cents for the cremation fee, and we save all the money for the urn and the cemetery."

Aunt Shen felt that what her father-in-law said was very reasonable.

Jie Cheng is already dead, and people cannot be resurrected after death.

We can no longer spend too much money on Jie Cheng.

Just the two cents for the cremation fee made Aunt Shen feel distressed.

"Okay, Lao Yan, we will do as you say."

"The premise is that you must not tell Lao Cui that we are borrowing his tricycle tomorrow to pick up the dismembered body."

"Otherwise, Lao Cui would never lend us the tricycle."

"If we find a car to transport the dismembered body ourselves, it will cost several cents."

"By borrowing Lao Cui's tricycle, we can save several cents."

Shen Auntie is actually more expensive than Yanbu, and even the fare is calculated.

"Fuck, what you said makes sense, let's do this tomorrow."

Yan Bugui and Aunt Shen looked at each other and smiled.

In order to save money, the couple worked really hard, even burying their son's ashes in the wasteland east of the city.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, the wasteland east of the city was a mass of mass graves.

Early the next morning, Yan Bugui ran to borrow Lao Cui's tricycle.

The tricycle was borrowed and parked at the entrance of the compound. Yan Bugui asked the third aunt to get in the car quickly.

At this time, He Yuzhu just went out with his bicycle and the rain.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

He Yuzhu glanced at the tricycle borrowed by Yan Bugui, and secretly complained in his heart: "Woah! Mr. Yan, you are really good at digging. You borrowed Uncle Cui's tricycle and went to the hospital morgue to pull your son's body. Does Uncle Cui know about this?"

"Damn it, hurry up. We got there too late and the first crop of leeks in the market has been snatched up. Let's move faster."

Yan Bugui saw He Yuzhu looking straight at the tricycle he borrowed, and he felt a little flustered.

He quickly made up an excuse and told Aunt Shen to get in the car quickly, but he must not let the bad guy Si Zhu see anything.