Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

Wangjia Village is not too far from Licheng, and Wang Dayong entered the village in more than an hour in a bullock cart.

Sitting in the car, Qin Liuxi could see that Wangjia Village is not far from Licheng, which is also very beneficial. The roads and even the houses in this village are relatively clean and new, and the crops on both sides of the road are growing very well. Looking at the surrounding mountains in the distance, and there is water in the air, there must be rivers, mountains and water. Wangjia Village can be called good Fengshui.

After entering the village, some people greeted Wang Dayong, and one of them hurriedly said: "Dayong, you are back, you can go home quickly, the Hu family brought a Shinto, saying that they want to see the condition of your father's coffin."

"What?" Wang Dayong was startled. The Hu family is his stepmother's natal family, and they came with Shinto. Who knows whether they are sincerely helping or wanting to cause trouble.

He shouted back: "Master, sit still."

As soon as the words fell, the bamboo whip in his hand fell on the cow, causing the cow to run forward in pain.

Qin Liuxi also heard what the villager said, raised his eyebrows, someone came to cut off the beard first?

The old horse knows the way, and so does the cow, and soon ran back to Wang's house with Wang Dayong and others on their backs.

"Master, we're here." Wang Dayong got out of the car to pick him up, but Qin Liuxi had already jumped out of the car.

Qin Liuxi looked at the grand funeral house with white flags and white lanterns hanging in front of him, and looked up the house with his hands behind his back. It was indeed covered with a dusty resentment, but it hadn't become evil, otherwise the funeral might come Those who pay condolences have something wrong with them.

"Your family is really rich."

Wang Dayong rubbed his hands together, smiled, and said, "My father is the head of Wang's Village."

Qin Liuxi showed the original expression, no wonder the funeral was done in a grand manner, there were tables and chairs outside the house, villagers who came to help or condolences looked over curiously, and whispered their ears to discuss there.

"Who is this? Didn't Dayong go to the city to re-order the coffin lid, why did he bring two young boys here?"

"Could it be an acquaintance of the village chief who came to express his condolences when he knew he was dead?"

"No way, the village head is the head of the village, how can he still know such a noble young man? Looks like a son from some big family."

"Yes, yes, this style is different from that of our village children."

There is a village boy who is about the same age as Qin Liuxi, who is a bit jealous and disdainful. How can they beat these delicate young masters?

The face is still so white, like a little girl, cut it.

But they are really expensive and beautiful.

Qin Liuxi's eyes and ears were sharp, and he saw all these comments and eyes in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked into a smile, which made people unable to look away.

"Brother, you are back, go in quickly, Hu's natal brothers have found a god, saying that our house is not clean and there are evil spirits at work." A slightly dark-skinned girl wearing a mourning cap ran out quickly and saw Qin Liuxi, who was behind him, couldn't help being taken aback, stretched the sackcloth subconsciously, and asked, "Who is this?"

"Cuilian, this is..."

"I'm from Guan Ji Coffin Shop." Qin Liuxi said in front of Wang Dayong.

Wang Dayong was stunned for a moment, not understanding why she said that, but after thinking about it, she was right, she is now the owner of the coffin shop.

"Oh, is that Guan Ji who helped my father make the coffin? Isn't he an old man? How come he is a young man?" Wang Cuilian asked.

"Old Guan has gone to immortality. I heard from your eldest brother that there is something wrong with the coffins produced by the shop, so I came over to have a look." Qin Liuxi said with a smile.

After hearing this explanation, Wang Cuilian saluted Qin Liuxifu indiscriminately: "Thank you very much. Brother, go in quickly."

Wang Dayong looked at Qin Liuxi, saw her nodding, and walked in quickly.

Qin Liuxi followed, looking at the structure and personnel of the Wang family.

As the village chief's house, the Wang family is indeed more dignified than the rest of the villagers. Not to mention the cattle in the family, this house has been made into a big house with a square shape, three main rooms and one east wing. There is a west wing, a small side room, a large courtyard in front of the house, a well in the south corner of the courtyard, and tables and chairs in the courtyard for people to mourn or do business.

Behind the Wang family's house, there is an acre of land to grow vegetables, build a hut, and a woodshed.

The current situation of the Wang family's population, on the way here, Qin Liuxi found out with Wang Dayong. His biological mother died six years ago, and the village head Wang remarried less than a year later.

In his life, there were only four brothers and two younger sisters, the second of whom met a tiger and died unfortunately when he went hunting in the mountains. His wife remarried before he had a baby. The third child is not stingy, married a wife last year, and within the first half of the year, the two divorced after disagreement, and the fourth child was born to a stepmother, who is only four years old this year.

Two younger sisters, the elder sister married a peddler, and followed the peddler to do business all over the world, and now she has settled down in the Northeast, her father died before she had time to send a message, the younger sister is Wang Cuilian just now, sixteen At the age of 10, I made an appointment with a family in the Tianjia Village next door. I was planning to marry him years ago, but now that my father died suddenly, I could only advance the wedding date and take advantage of the hot filial piety to get things done.

The mourning hall is located in the main room. Villagers who came to help looked around and discussed at the door. There was quite a lot of noise in the room, accompanied by a little crying.

Wang Dayong didn't care about Qin Liuxi, and quickly entered the mourning hall.

Qin Liuxi also stepped forward. Some people saw that she was wearing expensive clothes, and for no reason, they dared not stop her, but let her walk in easily.

In the middle of the mourning hall, there was a red coffin. The head of the coffin was pitch black because it was damaged by burning oil. In a place where no one else could see, Qin Liuxi saw a fat little old man in a shroud squatting. Pointing at the person on the coffin and yelling, the words coming out of this mouth...

Qin Liuxi dug his ears.

You can listen to it without money, but it’s very filthy.

She followed the finger of the hapless old king, and her eyes fell on the face of a pale young woman wearing a mourning cap and linen gown, she was about to cry, she was so pitiful.

If you want to be pretty, be filial.

This is still true, when the Hu family was crying in filial piety, it made the men feel distressed, just look at the eyes of the men in the room.

Is it just her face? Hehe, old couples and young wives are not peaceful.

"Pretentious, bah." Wang Cuilian gritted her teeth and gave a mouthful.

Qin Liuxi raised his eyebrows lightly, this Wang family is really interesting.

"Third brother, what's going on?" Wang Dayong pulled his third brother Wang Sanquan, frowned and said, "Why did you let the Hu family find some kind of divine way, why didn't you stop it?"

Wang Sanquan's eyes flickered, and he said: "Brother, everyone from left and right is here, let's listen to what he has to say, we can't keep daddy's coffin from rising and burying, right? I'm afraid he was restrained by something?"

Qin Liuxi looked over, his eyes fell on his face for a moment, his eyes were fixed, and his smile was slightly restrained.

"I beat your mother with a hammer. It was you, a rebellious son, who caused me to be with that bitch. You rebellious son, I will kill you!" The little old man rushed over, and slapped Wang Sanquan across the face.