After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

1The beginning is the end

Xiao Wei died in the beautiful spring season, from a plague, at the age of 82.

A week later, the strong stench of a corpse spread throughout the entire building, and the neighbors who were confined to their homes finally called the police. The police quickly investigated and confirmed her death, and informed her three sons and one daughter.

During this extraordinary period, even her ashes could not be preserved, as if she had never been there.

Everyone will die, and everyone will feel that their death is a misfortune, and Xiao Wei is no exception. It is so normal that the good days of having a large family, ample food and clothing, and prosperity are gone without a sound.

Originally, Xiao Wei's death would have been like the countless cattle and horses that came to the human world to make up the numbers, disappearing into thin air without even a name left behind, but for some reason he had such bad luck.

That's right, she was reborn, and was reborn on the day of her husband's funeral.

At this moment, she was lying alone on the bed in the west room. There were more than a hundred people having a banquet outside, making loud noises. Among them were several relatives with whom she had not had any contact for several years. They repeated over and over again about the past family affairs, and praised their husband lying in the ice coffin in unison, saying how honest and kind he was, and how hardworking he was.

The villagers who had cheated her own family and had repeatedly made things difficult for her own team leader, village head, and other public servants all spoke highly of her husband, and the old lady Xiaowei felt like she was pregnant.

The people who attended the banquet all had good memories. I still remember that when my husband was a child, he stole melons with his friends. When the melon owner came to the door, my husband was the first to admit it and gave out his accomplices. It was said that my husband refused to falsify the production, so he was immediately removed from his position as team leader. It was said that my husband was the first to oppose eating in the big canteen, so he was paraded and criticized for nearly 20 years. It was said that my husband had never lied, and he would argue with anyone who didn't tell the truth.

She said her husband's early death was the result of the criticism he suffered.

As they talked, they started to argue, competing to show off their support and care for their husbands. The public servants then concluded that the reason why this area was poor and stable was because of the influence of their husbands.

Then I heard the eldest son say angrily: "My dad is so stupid. He has brought disaster to many people. I am sorry for everyone."

Someone raised an objection: "Mr. Zhang is not stupid, he is just too honest and has no tricks. He will definitely suffer a loss."

Someone seconded the suggestion: "You can't live without a Bodhisattva, you are a good person."

The topic naturally turned to Xiao Wei: "Old Zhang and the old lady have been fighting for a lifetime, and now it's finally over."

"They are a pair of happy enemies. This is a deep bond."

"Neither of them talked much. I don't know where all the anger came from."

Live happily and noisily, and the whole world comes alive.

No matter how loud the people at the banquet speak, they are still not as loud as the tweeter used by the monks.

The young woman who was crying on behalf of others through the loudspeaker had a loud voice, clear pronunciation, and rich emotions. She cried heartbreakingly and with ups and downs in her voice. Her professional level was unquestionable.

It took Xiao Wei more than half an hour to sort out the current environment and situation. She remembered that when her husband died, she also lost control of her emotions and had a high fever, and she almost died. It was obvious that she was reborn in this life-and-death moment.

After feeling relieved, I became indignant. A month ago, it only cost ten yuan to cry for ten minutes on someone else's behalf, but now the price has risen to fifteen yuan. It's like a robbery.

Now, the people who cried for their three sons and one daughter have ended, and a younger girl has taken over, crying for their grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Her voice is even more tender and beautiful, and it brings people to tears. She is so filial.

Come to think of it, the children got together just a month ago to discuss how to distribute the demolition compensation for the old house. Although they didn't fight, they parted on bad terms.

There is no parent who is not partial. Xiao Wei remembers that all the compensation for the demolition was given to the youngest son because he was the most promising and his family all worked in Hai City. The compensation was used to pay the down payment for the youngest grandson. This also led to the direct alienation between the two older sons, leaving Xiao Wei to live out his life alone in the resettlement house.

After living for another twenty years, Ye Xiaowei decided to live for himself for the rest of his life. He would not give any compensation to anyone for the demolition of his house. He would find a young partner to enjoy his old age, or find a few people of the same age to share his retirement life with.

The children and grandchildren are too busy, so it’s best if they don’t interfere with each other and live well.

However, there was a voice among the people at the banquet that surprised Old Lady Ye.

The voice was not loud, and he was very young, so if you didn't pay attention you wouldn't hear it. He didn't say much, just simply greeted people, and was completely ignored by everyone.

This young man, who is a generation younger than me, is called Shanzi.

Compared with all the smart people in the village, Shanzi is the only fool.

But this idiot made Xiao Wei suddenly enlightened in his later years. Living alone in the demolished house, the happiest thing for him was to communicate with Shanzi. Almost every day, he would wait at the stairs for Shanzi to get off work and chat with him for a few words.

From this I learned a lot of things, such as how big the world is, and how many places are far ahead of our country; such as the several basic characteristics that a true democracy should have; such as history, except for its name, everything else is fake; such as the lives of most people are neither worth nor meaningless; such as the five tricks the fascists used to deceive the people; such as the three types of education that are scarce in this land; such as the movement of celestial bodies, the universe, the spirit of contract, and logical syllogism.

As he was thinking randomly, he realized that it was already time for the funeral procession. The sounds of music became rapid and powerful, and the person in charge began to shout loudly, directing the filial sons and grandsons who were accompanying the funeral to kowtow and sing all kinds of auspicious words. He simply hoped that the filial sons and grandsons would get promoted, become rich, and become successful in their careers.

It was noisy, busy but orderly, allowing my husband to complete the last stage of his life.

After half an hour of struggling, the coffin was carried out. With the sound of various cars starting, the filial sons and grandchildren followed to the funeral home to cremate the body.

The house suddenly became much quieter, with only a few neighbors and the hired chefs helping with cleaning. The atmosphere also changed abruptly, and people started to complain about all kinds of dirty things, such as the father-in-law cheating on his wife and the uncle touching his sister-in-law.

Xiao Wei listened quietly for a while, but didn't find anything new to say. He then began to plan his future life calmly.

The relocation compensation was more than 800,000 yuan. After deducting the 100,000 yuan for a resettlement house and 50,000 or 60,000 yuan for simple decoration, at least 600,000 yuan would be left. A so-called bank employee had long been lobbying her, saying that if she gave the money to invest, it would double in two years. In the first two years, she did pay it back. Later, she raised 400 to 500 million yuan, but she still couldn't pay it back. She was identified as a fraud and sentenced to life imprisonment.

Then invest in her for two years and double it first.

Or you can go to Shanghai and buy a house, and wait to get dozens of times the profit.

You can also buy some stocks that skyrocket in value later and make a fortune.

I am only 62 years old and I still have another or years of brilliant time. I can sing and dance, and I can also have some young handsome men.

In short, with the help of prophecy, you can make your money grow rapidly and achieve financial freedom easily. You can travel all over the country and eat all kinds of food. You can also go around the world and see the people on the other side of the earth who are always living in dire straits.

Oh my, this wonderful day is so wonderful that Xiao Wei almost laughed like a pig.

In fact, this magical place only truly escaped the poverty line from this year onwards, but unfortunately it only lasted for twelve years, and after the plague, it collapsed.

But in the past twenty years, most people have been very happy. It would be against the laws of nature not to enjoy life.

Of course, he also has to drag Shanzi, his junior, to get rich together with him. That idiot has been resentful all his life and is still struggling at the bottom of society. He looks upright, kind, genuine and honest, and he knows everything, but in fact he is good for nothing.

While looking forward to an infinitely bright future, he struggled to get up, locked the door, carefully dragged the card table in the room under the ceiling fan, opened the wardrobe, untied a long strip of cloth used to tie the cotton wool, stepped on it and pulled it hard a few times. It was very strong and could easily hold 100 to 200 kilograms.

The cotton wool should not be wasted and should be spread on the ground next to the card table.

Even so, he was still worried, so he folded the cloth strip in half to make it more secure. Then, he placed a square stool on the card table, climbed up with difficulty, slowly fastened the cloth strip to the hook of the ceiling fan, tested the height, fastened the loop, and put his head in without hesitation.

To avoid making loud noises, first grab the small round plate in the middle of the ceiling fan with both hands, hang your body in the air, and slowly use your feet to push the square stool to the side covered with cotton wool.

This method was also told to her by Shanzi, and it was about a couple of scholars who cut themselves off from the people. As expected, the square stool hit the cotton wool, making a small sound, and the enthusiastic people busy outside did not notice it.

Xiao Wei couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up: Well done.

Immediately afterwards, my neck tightened, my breathing stagnated, the head spun, and after swaying and shaking for more than ten minutes, it finally stopped.

The end?