After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

41 A Real Rare Thing

The village chief was surrounded in an instant, but because of his status, no one dared to pull him away. They just tried to persuade him randomly: "Old Wang, you are really something. We spent so much effort to agree on it, and you come to interrupt again."

"Village Chief Wang, stop making trouble and go inside to have some tea."

"That's right. It's not Xiao Wei's fault that the engagement was cancelled. Old Wang can't just sit there and watch the joke."

"The village chief cannot use public power to take revenge on personal enemies."

The village chief was angry and said, "Who do you think I am? And who do you think Xiao Wei is? I believe Xiao Wei, so do as she says. Where is Xiao Wei?"

"The girl was fooling around and got dragged away."

The village chief was furious: "You can't just touch the top talent in the county, find her quickly."

After all, he is the head of the village, and his authority cannot be underestimated. Everyone was shocked. Carpenter Li was in a dilemma: "Should we continue to do it?"

The village chief waved his hand without hesitation: "Hurry up and go. I have the final say on village affairs."

"Okay. You said it, don't regret it."

Seeing that Xiao Wei's parents were so anxious that they didn't know what to do, the village chief laughed and said, "Why worry? Even if Xiao Wei can't do anything, I can still handle the coffin issue."

A group of people wanted to stop them, but Carpenter Li got really angry and left with his apprentices, cursing.

In any case, since the head of the village has spoken, it is difficult for others to stop him.

At this time, the women who had dragged Xiao Wei away were following Xiao Wei and walking over. Not only were they not in a hurry, they were also whispering with smiles on their faces.

Seeing that the carpenter had really been driven away, several women clapped their hands and laughed, "Has the carpenter left?"

"It's good that he left. Master Li should thank Xiao Wei, otherwise he would have committed a serious crime."

"We really can't tell you this earlier, otherwise Carpenter Li will be even angrier."

"That's right, we all wronged Xiao Wei."

Everyone was confused: "What happened to Xiao Wei? Is there any way to solve it?"

"Where can we find a carpenter? We can't put this off any longer. The fortune teller is waiting to pick a date."

The eldest brother said in hatred, "Whoever caused the trouble should clean up the mess. Let's see how capable this little girl is."

"That's right. Being highly skilled doesn't mean you can get things done."

Several women deliberately kept the matter in suspense: "No one needs to worry about the coffin anymore, just wait and see."

"Xiao Wei is a college student. There is nothing she can't do, except what we can't think of."

"Old Ji is not a good person, but he actually gave birth to such an amazing daughter. It's like a golden phoenix flying out of a chicken coop."

The village chief laughed and said, "I like to hear that. Xiao Wei is a good man who has been recognized by the county. He donated thousands of yuan to the school right away, and the county committee even gave him a special award."

"I heard about it a few days ago. Is it true?"

"You can't hear the broadcast from above, but they've been saying it for days, so how could it be false? The township is preparing to send Xiao Wei a silk banner."

"Thousands of yuan, this is not a small amount. Our whole village may not be able to collect enough. Where did Xiao Wei get so much money?"

“I feel like I’m dreaming.”

The village chief was too lazy to explain: "You should ask Xiao Wei about this."

Seeing that the matter was related to him again, Xiao Wei had already gone to the side to drink tea and eat melon seeds.

But the village chief's reluctance to explain caused Xiao Wei's family to misunderstand, as if it had touched the secret deep in their hearts. The windfall was more important than Grandpa's coffin. For a moment, they looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one dared to say a word, for fear of letting the cat out of the bag.

Unable to withstand everyone's questioning, Wang Youfu had to explain the origin of Xiaowei's money, and the family breathed a sigh of relief.

The villagers were so envious that they almost went crazy: "You can earn so much just by teaching students for a few days. It's too fast to make money."

"No wonder they donated all of it at once. Although the money came from a legitimate source, it's really not easy to use."

"Xiao Wei should have saved some, at least to replace it with a tiled house for brother and sister-in-law."

"Yeah, a house only costs one or two hundred dollars, Xiao Wei can just pick the price."

"How do you know Xiao Wei didn't keep any? Do you really think Xiao Wei doesn't recognize his relatives?"

"The old Ji couple are a bit off the track, but the elder brother and his wife have never treated Xiao Wei badly."

"Don't worry. Xiao Wei won't just stand by and watch."

Xiao Wei was moved when she heard this. She thought that her elder brother could just use this as an excuse to spend the money he had, so it might be a good idea to renovate the house. She was just about to hint to her elder brother, but unexpectedly her mother spoke first: "Xiao Wei has already arranged this. We will renovate the house for the eldest brother after the autumn harvest."

Sure enough, most family conflicts are caused by poverty. Even if the windfall cannot be used casually, it can provide a safety net and a way out. With a way out, people become more generous and conflicts naturally decrease.

The village chief smiled and said, "What did I say just now? You have to trust Xiao Wei. Everyone should be nice to Xiao Wei in the future. Who knows, he might be able to help you if you get into trouble someday."

"You don't need to tell me, it's necessary."

They were so busy with compliments that they even forgot about the coffin. Just then, the eldest sister-in-law who had gone out to order paper figurines came back, and everyone remembered the business. But they didn't need to say anything more, because someone in the town pulled a brand new fir coffin on a cart and was asking for the direction of Xiaowei's home.

Hearing the shouting, the villagers rushed to the entrance of the village: "No wonder Xiao Wei wanted to drive the carpenter away. If they were to run into this, it would be a big taboo for both the carpenter and the host family."

"It's mainly because Old Ji hired carpenter Xiao Wei without knowing it. If the family had discussed it, this joke wouldn't have happened."

"This is not Old Ji's fault. Xiao Wei was not at home and could not be notified. We can't delay in grabbing the materials."

"I wasted ten dollars. I can't even earn ten dollars in a year."

"Thousands of dollars have been donated, and ten dollars is also called money? Are you looking down on Xiao Wei?"

"I can't agree with you."

Those who walked quickly were already pushing the coffins, and were crying with envy.

There are no mountains here, and no cedar wood that is resistant to decay and light is produced. Even ordinary landlords in the past could not afford it.

"It's really made of cedar. How much does it cost?"

"Is this a matter of money? A few days ago, the township director's father passed away and his coffin was made of mixed wood."

"Where did Xiao Wei get such a high-end thing? Don't make Grandpa sit up with joy."

"If I had such a nice coffin, I would lie down in it and be buried right now."

"Is this true?"

"If you break your promise, I'll take your last name."

"Okay. I'll go talk to Xiao Wei right now. I'll make sure to get you some."

"Hurry up. We are waiting for the consecutive feasts."

With loud shouts, the coffin was carried into the house and placed next to the door, waiting for the materials to be lowered. The villagers came in and out, vying to touch and knock on it, praising it again and again.

Not only the material, but also the craftsmanship is great.

It is unanimously agreed that only those who can give birth to offspring like Xiaowei are worthy of such a rare thing.

Since the coffin had not been decided, the date and time of the funeral could not be determined, so the Yin-Yang master had to watch from outside the crowd. When the coffin arrived at the door, he looked around carefully, and then sat down at the eight-immortal table on the east side of the door, took out yellow paper, pen and ink, and prepared to work.

Xiao Wei sat opposite him, looked at Mr. Yin Yang and asked in a low voice, "Is this coffin suitable?"