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Listening to what Liu San said, Chen Ping spoke without hesitation...

"Then let's go and take a look together. No matter what, Wang Mazi is still a villager. Since something has happened, we should lend a hand."

Then Chen Ping and Liu San followed the other villagers and walked towards the place where Wang Mazi was found...

When everyone arrived, they saw that the place where Wang Mazi died was already surrounded by three layers of fences!

And there is a person speaking passionately here...

Chen Ping also recognized the man's voice as the team leader Zhang Dahu.

As Wang Mazi's cousin and the captain of Wangjia Village, Zhang Dahu naturally took the responsibility of helping Wang Mazi deal with his funeral.

After all, there is not much left in Wang Mazi's family, and his father and mother have been dead for a long time!

Moreover, in the entire Wangjia Village, only his cousin Zhang Dahu has always been helping him.

So if Zhang Dahu didn't step forward at this time, then the village chief and the village party secretary would definitely step forward and find a place to bury Wang Mazi.

That's how it is...

But it is obvious that Zhang Dahu is unwilling to do so, not to mention that Wang Mazi is his cousin.

It was the big house in Wang Mazi's home. Since Wang Mazi had no relatives in the village, Zhang Dahu helped him deal with his funeral.

After that, it is natural that the house also belongs to Zhang Dahu, which is why Zhang Dahu is so active.

"Everyone, listen to me. Although my cousin Wang Mazi was killed by a wild boar, it was his own fault when he went up the mountain."

"But we are from the same village after all. It's not right to just leave his body in the wilderness. As his cousin, I should help him deal with the aftermath. I hope everyone can lend a hand..."

Zhang Dahu said this while greeting the people around him.

The people around him also gave face to Captain Zhang Dahu.

They all agreed to help...

Then, with the help of everyone, they carried Wang Mazi's body down the mountain and walked towards his home!

Along the way, some people who did not go up the mountain were standing at the door watching.

As for Wang Mazi's case, no one doubted that he was killed by someone else?

After all, the bloody hole on Wang Mazi's body caused by the wild boar and the footprints trampled by the wild boar are still there!

If he was really killed by someone, do you really think that village cadres in this era are not village cadres?

The village cadres of this era are all retired military personnel, or elected by all villagers, and they are supposed to get practical work done.

Even Captain Zhang Dahu is no exception.

You know, he was a retired soldier from the army, so he might not understand some professional knowledge...

But he still understands some basic knowledge!

For example, the external signs of death on the body are enough to determine whether Wang Mazi was accidentally killed by a wild boar.

When everyone arrived at Wang Mazi's house, it had already been cleaned up by Zhang Dahu's wife...

Wang Mazi's family doesn't have much furniture because he used to be a gangster.

The tables, chairs and benches inside are so old that they can't be any older.

In other words, this house looks habitable. You have to know that building a house in this era also requires a residential plot.

It doesn't mean you can build it here or there if you want...

This is impossible!

When everyone put down Wang Mazi's body, Zhang Dahu, as Wang Mazi's cousin and the captain of Wangjia Village, felt it was not appropriate to let Wang Mazi go quietly.

Then he asked his wife and several women in the village to help steam some small steamed buns.

Of course, it’s not that big, just treat it as a feast for Wang Mazi.

In this era, banquets are still very common, but lavish ones are not allowed and the conditions do not exist.

Otherwise, at least two dishes would be prepared, and the steamed bread wouldn’t be pinched so small…

Finally, Wang Mazi's funeral...

Ok!

It could be called a funeral, and it was completed within a few hours.

Wang Mazi was buried directly at the place where tombs had always been built in Wangjia Village.

There lies a solitary grave...

Chen Ping watched the whole process. He didn't open his mouth or say anything. He just watched silently.

Wang Mazi was just a passer-by in his life, and he still had a lot of things to do!

For example, building a new house...

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed since Wang Mazi was buried...

During these three days, Chen Ping did not go up the mountain to hunt again. After all, he still had a lot of meat at home.

In addition, I exchanged so much money on the black market, so naturally I wanted to change the life at home.

At this time, Chen Ping was in the village chief's house...

"Village Chief, I'm here to trouble you with something."

Zhang Tong looked at the young man in front of him and smiled indifferently when he heard what Chen Ping said...

"Xiaoping, if you have anything to say, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

While saying this, his eyes were looking at a cured pork leg on the table.

This was smoked by Chen Ping when he was hunting wild boars before. At this time when people are already a little hungry, such a cured pork leg can be exchanged for a lot of food.

Even though Zhang Tong was the village chief, his life was not that good, so this cured pork leg was still very attractive to him.

"It's like this, Village Chief, you see our house is in a state of disrepair, so I wanted to rebuild it."

"But it's really hard to find a residential plot. I wonder if the village chief can approve one for me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Tong hesitated for a moment, then said casually...

"Xiaoping, there is no problem with the housing site. I remember there is a vacant lot next to your house. You can just build it there."

"No one wants that piece of land either. Since you want to build a new house, and the terrain there is flat, you can build a new house there."

Chen Ping was also happy when he heard what the village chief said.

Because that was where he first wanted to build the house.

But before he could say it, the village chief had already allocated the land to him, so he was naturally happy.

"In that case, I'll trouble the village chief."

"By the way, I wonder if the village chief can find some professional house-building teams for me?"

"As you know, building a house is a lifelong endeavor. If something goes wrong, people may die."

Hearing this, Zhang Tong also nodded...

"You're right. I remember that the old Qin family in the neighboring Qinjia Village built houses specifically for others."

Since you want to build a house, I think you might as well go directly to them!

"A few years ago, I heard that a daughter of the Qin family married into the city and ate commercial grain."

When saying this, Zhang Tong's eyes were full of envy.

In this era, being able to eat commercial grain is a great honor for rural people.

Because we can eat commercial grain, it means we don’t have to go hungry anymore.

So these days, rural people are all thinking about running to the city, this is the reason...

"Okay, Village Chief, I'll go there tomorrow..."

Seeing that it was getting dark outside, Chen Ping did not stay any longer. After informing the village chief, he went straight home.

At the same time, I also told Zhang Yue'e and Zhang Dahua what happened today.

So the family discussed it and decided to go to Qinjia Village early tomorrow morning to inquire about it. By then, building a new house could be put on the agenda!