Take the Job: the Hero Starts from Being the Most Fierce

After Uncle Quan distributed incense to Axiang Adong, he returned to the two of them.

"Uncle Quan, where are Uncle Tian and Uncle Jiu?"

Uncle Quan sighed: "They are greeting guests outside, Ah Ting, the younger generation in Hengji is yours to be on the stage. Take extra care today and entertain them well."

Wang Ting nodded: "Uncle Quan, don't worry, this is what I should do."

According to the custom here, after the obituary is issued, the next day after the guests come to the door to worship the deceased, the funeral can begin.

Before being entombed, a dutiful son is also required to wrap his head and put it into the coffin with his back to the sky.

Since Grandpa had no children, and the other three uncles were descendants of Grandpa, this matter naturally fell on Brother Yaowen.

Brother Yaowen naturally didn't have much opinion.

Strictly speaking, Grandpa is his guide, and sending Grandpa to the end of the journey is also what he should do.

After half an hour, the guests were almost there.

"Let's go out."

Uncle Quan, Wang Ting and Brother Yaowen walked to the outer courtyard and stood in the field.

Uncle Quan clasped his fists and said, "Thank you to all your relatives and friends for coming to see Brother Min on the last ride. Today's dead is the big one. Aquan, please stand up."

This is an important step in the funeral procession. After the guests get up, the deceased's family members need to burn paper for seven and a half, and go to the door to burn paper carts and paper horses.

This procedure is called 'Burning Down the Car'.

When the female relatives finished these things, the female relatives of the guests also held the hanging paper and put them into the brazier.

The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes. After the last guest's hanging paper was put into the brazier, Uncle Quan shouted.

"Get up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the low-pitched cries of the female family members suddenly lit up.

After the recovery, it is the burial, which represents the deceased to clarify the affairs of the world. In some respects, it is a goodbye.

So the cry at this time must be loud and clear.

Brother Yaowen came to the ice coffin, lifted the grandpa's head, and sent it to the coffin with the help of others.

Wang Ting stood in the crowd with a look of 'sorrow' on his face.

He lowered his head and glanced over there intentionally or unintentionally, and saw that most of Grandpa's body had already entered the coffin, and only the colorful shroud was left outside (cffe).

After the coffin was closed, Brother Yaowen picked up a hammer and was about to pierce it, staring at the coffin to death.

At this time, Wang Ting came over, also holding a hammer in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yaowen, let me help you."

Brother Yaowen was startled when he heard the words, then nodded.

"Alright, Ah Ting, Grandpa pampered you the most when he was here. You and I will send him the last trip to the old man's house."

Wang Ting nodded.

After taking the nail from his hand, Wang Ting aimed at the position and smashed it down with a hammer.

The nails sink inch by inch.

The coffin was knocked tight.

boom.

boom.

boom.

After smashing all three nails down, Uncle Quan glanced at the two of them, nodded, and said loudly.

"Funeral!"

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The cemetery where Grandpa was buried is also the place where the burial is very bright.

It is estimated that even Grandpa didn't think that after a long time, he returned here in another way.

The car crossed the mountain road along two rows of nanmu, and soon came to a grand cemetery.

The surrounding trees are shady and the scenery is beautiful.

And unlike the densely packed tombstones at the foot of the mountain, the tombstones in this cemetery are widely spaced and expensive.

Those who can be buried here are the great people who called for the wind and rain in their lifetimes.

The funeral car stopped in front of the cemetery, and the eight immortals who carried the coffin got off the car one after another, carefully lifted the coffin, followed the guidance of the cemetery staff, and walked towards the tomb.

The tomb was dug a long time ago, and there were two brilliant bamboo poles on the newly turned soil.

According to the local custom, once the deceased is buried, the coffin cannot fall to the ground until the tomb.

Before being buried, the deceased will definitely have to accept another round of mourning. Over time, there will be a compromise.

That is to use a bamboo pole to prop up between the tomb and the coffin. When the mourning is over, the Eight Immortals carefully push the coffin in.

The funeral procession of Hao Hao Tang Tang came to the tomb.

After people lined up to circle around the coffin, they placed their flowers on the tombstone.

After a while, the flowers in front of the tombstone were as high as a hill.

Wang Ting was looking at the tombstone in a trance, when Brother Yaowen's words came to his ears.

"Grandpa is dead, do you have any plans in the future?"

Wang Ting was startled, and he asked back, "What's your plan?"

Brother Yaowen couldn't see the expression on his face, he said: "Don't forget, in two days, you should run for the 'sit in the hall' of Hengji."

Wang Ting said softly, "Don't worry, eldest brother, I have already prepared."

Brother Yaowen did not comment after hearing it, just nodded and said, "A Ting, I can rest assured that you do things, remember, Brother Yaowen will always support you."

A smile appeared on Wang Ting's face.

"With Brother Yaowen's words, I feel at ease."

When the flowers were all set, Uncle Quan sang.

"Choose an auspicious place, choose an auspicious time, and be buried!"

After the coffin was pushed into the tomb, Wang Ting, Brother Yaowen and Hengji's people stepped forward, took shovels, and buried the pit one by one.

After all this was over, Grandpa's funeral was almost over.

After people simply expressed their condolences, some bosses left directly, while others followed Hengji to the hotel for dinner.

Originally, Brother Yaowen proposed to let them go directly to Wang Ting's entertainment city.

On the one hand, it is to make the guests have more fun, and on the other hand, I also want to attract more high-end passenger flow for Wang Ting.

But today is Grandpa's funeral day after all, so it's not appropriate for Wang Ting to open the door to do business.

After several discussions, I finally chose a local five-star hotel.

After drinking and eating, Wang Ting personally sent the guests out of the hotel.

And take them to the car one by one.

"Mr. Li, get in touch next time."

"Boss Wang, let me know when you come to the entertainment city in a few days. I will treat you well."

"Boss Liu..."

When I returned to the entertainment city, it was very late.

Wang Ting asked the younger brothers to disperse directly, and returned here with Axiang Adong.

After a hard day's work, Ah Xiang's tie has long been lost.

He unbuttoned his shirt and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, it's really not easy to finally send the old ghost away."

Adong joked: "You like him? Be careful that the old ghost comes back to play with you at night."

A Xiang laughed and scolded: "Dead boy, do you know that you can't make such a joke today?"

Wang Ting opened the car door, took a breath of fresh air outside, and said.

"Ah Xiang, ask someone to find out where Uncle Quan is."

Ah Xiang was stunned for a moment, then said, "I remember that during the meal, this old guy drank a few drinks and slipped away."

Wang Ting nodded: "Grandpa died suddenly. He has the highest status. If I become a 'guest house', it will probably ruin his good deeds."

A Xiang suddenly came to the spirit: "Brother Ting, what do you mean..."

Saying that, he put his hand in front of his neck and gestured for a cutting motion.

Wang Ting laughed dumbly.

"He is a well-respected old man from Hengji, how could I do anything to him."

After speaking, he showed an intriguing expression: "I just want to talk to him about something."

When Ah Xiang heard what he said, he nodded.

"I know Brother Ting, I'll do it right away."

PS: Ask for a wave of flowers, ask for a wave of monthly tickets, ask for a wave of evaluation tickets, and ask for various data in an infinite loop.......... ...................................................... ...................................................... ...................................................... ............

Chapter 72 Take the seat!

In the dark office, Wang Ting just put down the phone.The call was from Michelle, probably because she was afraid that Wang Ting would be too sad and wanted to comfort him a few words.

Wang Ting told her not to worry, and then hung up the phone in disbelief.

Grandpa killed it himself, he is a sad ghost~.

Even so, he still didn't want Michelle to know too much. The more she knew, the more worried she would be.

Wang Ting always felt that it was a man's dereliction of duty to let a woman worry about a man's affairs. At the same time, it was also a kind of protection for her.