Chen Baoliang looked at his father in shock: "Grand funeral? Who is paying? "
Chen Chuanping looked at his 40 years old son and smiled: "We will pay first. This is an opportunity!"
Chen Baoliang was puzzled: "Opportunity?"
"This is an opportunity for you, and also an opportunity for Weigang. Call Weigang and ask him to apply for leave from the village chief so that he can come back to bury his grandfather." Chen Chuanping's old eyes suddenly lit up.
Although Chen Baoliang did not understand, he believed in his father's schemes. He did not continue to ask, but took out his phone and called his son: "Just now, your brother Weizheng came back from the southern part of the city to send Grandpa Fifteen's ashes to be buried. Tomorrow morning, you'll … "
"Give me the phone." Chen Chuanping said.
"Wait, let me tell you."
"Gang Zai, are you close to Weizheng?" The old man's starting point was completely different.
"Not bad. Weizheng is two years younger than me, and I took care of him in the county. When I went to university, I gave him all the college entrance exam materials. Two years later, when he was admitted to the southern part of the city, he thanked me. We still kept in touch when we were in university. " Chen Weigang graduated from the University of Nationalities two years ago and returned to his hometown. His father spent a lot of effort to get a job in the village and became a government official. He worked as a civil servant and was paid by the government. He took the civil servant exam twice, and his results were good, but the results were not ideal. The main problem was that he was a widow, and there was no one above him.
"Go to the county immediately and look for Bai Sizhang, then look for your brother. Tonight, accompany your brother in the county and arrange for him to eat and sleep. Don't come back. Tomorrow, you will come back with him. When you go to your leader to ask for leave, tell your secretary that tomorrow is the day that Grandpa Fifteen will be buried. "The old man had a card up his sleeve.
After calling his grandson, Chen Chuanping was silent for a while, then he said to his son: "Go to the bank and withdraw 10,000 yuan."
"We only have that much money at home. We will keep it for Weigang." Chen Baoliang was a little hesitant. Chen Weigang was 25 years old, and he was dating a girl at the village hospital. Both families were quite satisfied and were preparing for the wedding in the autumn.
"We will get it back. Don't worry." The old man smiled like a fox. "Gather your group and set up a small tent at the cemetery. While they are praying, they will be buried. Set up 30 tables outside the ancestral hall." After saying that, he took out a greasy wallet and a small piece of paper from the inner compartment of the wallet. He looked at the string of numbers on the paper with his dim eyes. "Help me dial this number."
After a while, someone spoke. "Hello, I am Zhang Jianwei from the County Party Committee. Who are you?"
"Ten Ten ten ten Ten ten Ten? Who is ten?!??????????!
Chen Baoliang knew who Zhang Jianwei was. He was the secretary of the County Party Committee's Deputy Secretary, Zhao Changfu. But Zhang Jianwei did not understand why his father called Secretary Zhang. This Secretary Zhang was only a few years older than his son.
"This number is not Zhang Fu's?" The old man sighed and put down the phone. He was disappointed.
"Hello?" Zhang Jianwei heard the old man's words clearly. That's right. This number is Zhao Changfu's, but his secretary is helping him get it. The other party called his boss Chang Fu, so it was obvious that he had a powerful background. Zhang Jianwei was also anxious and hurriedly shouted over there.
Chen Baoliang heard Zhang Jianwei shouting over the phone. This time, he reacted quickly and grabbed the phone from his father. He bent down and said: "Hello, Secretary Zhang. Hello, I am Chen Baoliang from Chen Village in Longshan Township. The person who called me was my father. How come this number is yours?"
"Oh, it's you." Zhang Jianwei was relieved. "Is your father looking for Secretary Zhao?"
"Let me ask him." Chen Baoliang was not sure. "Dad, are you looking for Secretary Zhao Changfu of the county committee?"
"Yes." Chen Chuanping was hopeful again.
Chen Baoliang quickly said into the phone, "That's right, that's right. Secretary Zhang, this old man wants to look for Secretary Zhao."
Hearing this, Zhang Jianwei immediately regained his confidence. "Secretary Zhao is very busy. He has no time." Every secretary was like a dog who relied on its master's power.
When Zhang Jianwei said this, the phone was returned to Chen Chuanping. Hearing Zhang Jianwei's arrogant tone, Chen Chuanping felt uncomfortable. He retorted: "He is so busy that he doesn't even have time to answer a phone call."
Zhang Jianwei could hear the dissatisfaction in the old man's voice. He immediately changed his tone and said to Chen Chuanping, "Secretary Zhao serves the people of the county. There are 500,000 people in the county. If everyone calls Secretary Zhao, then Secretary Zhao won't even have time to eat or sleep. Old man, if you have something to report, you should do it through proper channels. Don't call Secretary Zhao. It's not good. "Then he hung up the phone.
The sound of hanging up the phone was like a heavy hammer hitting Old Master Chen's heart. He was in a daze. He handed the phone to his son and sat down on the bamboo chair weakly.
"Do you still want to do it?" Chen Baoliang asked. He still didn't know why the old man called Deputy Secretary Zhao.
The old man rolled his eyes: "Do it!"
After that, he stood up and walked to the ancestral hall.
As the Secretary of the Village Committee and the head of the village, Chen Baoliang was very good at organizing people and arranging work.
It was Chen Baoliang's job to decide how to do it. Chen Chuanping and the other elders made the decision to what level to do.
Chen Chuanping gathered all his brothers and several older nephews in the ancestral hall. In the Chen Clan, there were 19 men in Chen Chuanping's generation who were able to get married and start a family. Now there were six of them who were still alive. The youngest, Master Nineteen, had already held his 70th birthday party. The oldest of the younger generation was two years older than Chen Chuanping. Chen Chuanping called them nephews. There were three members of the Chen Village's generation who were over 70 years old. They automatically entered the management committee of Chen Village. These nine people were the nine standing committee members of Chen Village.
The nine standing committee members unanimously agreed that the level should be higher. Although they didn't stop at night and didn't practice fasting, the whole village participated and everyone was in mourning.
After Chen Weigang received the call from his father and grandfather, he immediately went to the head of the village to ask for a leave of absence. After all, the dead were the most important. One could marry a wife and hold a wedding several times in one's life. Only the wine of the dead could be held once in one's life. It didn't matter if one was rich or powerful, great or poor. Then, according to his grandfather's request, Chen Weigang went to the Secretary's office. He told the Secretary that Chen Chuxi was going to be buried tomorrow. When the Secretary heard the news, he was stunned. The Secretary didn't know Chen Chuxi, so he was puzzled why Chen Weigang would tell him this news. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something and asked if it was Chen Weigang's father. After receiving a positive answer from Chen Weigang, he asked Chen Weigang to leave. Seeing Chen Weigang walk out of the office, the Secretary hurriedly picked up the phone in his hand and dialed a few numbers.
Chen Weigang came to the county and found the Boss Zhang of the wreath shop. Only then did he know that his cousin Chen Weizheng was staying at the Water and Electricity Hotel. He went to the Water and Electricity Hotel to check the check-in list and found out that Chen Weizheng was staying in room 308.
When brothers met, there was naturally a sense of kinship. Especially Chen Weizheng. When he was desperate for kinship, he was met with Chen Weilai's cold water. His heart was filled with resentment. Lying alone in the Water and Electricity Hotel, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and the feeling of abandonment and loneliness grew stronger. At this time, his cousin Chen Weigang came, almost making Chen Weizheng cry out of excitement.
That night, the two brothers found a food stall in the county and had a small meal. After the meal, the two brothers went to the county's No. 1 Middle School. It was the school holidays, so there weren't many people. The school was very quiet, and it was very suitable for strolling and chatting.
Chen Weizheng briefly told his cousin about the situation in the past year. Of course, he couldn't tell him about the space. When Chen Weigang heard that he had been a fool for a whole year, he was so shocked that his mouth was wide open, and his jaw almost couldn't close.
Chen Weizheng's mood improved greatly with his cousin's company. They stayed in the Water and Electricity Hotel together. Perhaps it was because of the tiring journey, but he slept soundly that night.
Early the next morning, the two brothers finished their rolls of powder and went to Bai Sizhang's shop.
Boss Zhang was a man of his word. At seven o 'clock sharp, everyone arrived, and the materials were all ready. The red bricks and cement were all loaded into the car. At the entrance of the shop, there was a two-seater Dragon Horse Brand diesel agricultural vehicle parked. The locals called it the Dragon Carriage. Seeing the two brothers come over, he pushed out a 125-liter motorcycle from the shop and handed it to Chen Weigang: "Weigang, you came at the right time. Riding a motorcycle with your brother, the Dragon Horse Carriage is a bit dirty." His Dragon Horse Carriage was usually used to carry coffins, and most people weren't willing to ride it. Seeing Chen Weigang come, he knew that Chen Village had already made arrangements. There probably wouldn't be any trouble, so his mood became very good.
When Chen Weigang saw Boss Zhang's arrangement, he was very grateful and quickly took the motorcycle.
The motorcycle was in front, and the Dragon Horse Carriage was behind. They drove all the way to Chen Village in Longshan.
It was the same bridge as yesterday. When the motorcycle got on the bridge, a large group of young men were waiting on the bridge. The leader was Chen Weilai. What was different from yesterday was that this group of people all had a white cloth tied around their waists. When he saw Chen Weizheng, Chen Weizheng said, "Little brother Zheng, I will have to trouble you to invite Grandpa Fifteen out."
When Chen Weizheng took out the urn from his back, the group of men all knelt down.
Boss Zhang's car also arrived. One of the people in Chen Village came out and took the motorcycle from Chen Weigang's hands. He drove Boss Zhang's car directly to the cemetery. The others clustered around Chen Weizheng, who was carrying the urn, and walked towards the plaza under the large camphor tree. Chen Weigang, on the other hand, was holding a black umbrella that someone had passed to him, blocking the sky above the urn.
At the end of the village road was a large camphor tree. The large camphor tree had obviously been decorated. A one-meter-wide "Pian" character became the center of the venue. Around the "Pian" character, many white silk cloths hung down, making the scene a little solemn. Four white banners were erected at the intersection, with the words "Souls Return" written on them.
Under the "Pian" character was a small table covered in red silk. A woman from an unknown family asked Chen Weizheng to put the urn on the table. She took out a long white cloth from the side, folded it slightly in the middle, and wrapped it around Chen Weizheng's head and dragged it on his back. Chen Weizheng knew that this was called filial piety. Normally, it was done by the daughter, but Grandpa Fifteen only had one filial son, so he could only be the filial son. He then took out a piece of linen, draped it over his shoulders, and tied it around his waist with a hemp rope. This was the legendary hemp drape. Then, he rolled up his left trouser leg, took off his leather shoes and socks, and put on a pair of straw sandals. Chen Weizheng immediately looked like a typical filial son.
Everyone in the village, young and old, who could walk, except for a few older people, all of them had white cloth tied around their waists. Chen Weizheng's eyes immediately became wet!
The host appeared. Of course, the host was Lord Eighteen, Chen Chuanping. Looking at the clothes on his body, and then looking at Lord Eighteen's strict manner, Chen Weizheng felt that this was not a simple burial, but a very serious funeral. He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to the host, Lord Eighteen. He turned around again. He knelt down to everyone.
Lord Eighteen helped Chen Weizheng up. Just as he was about to say something, he felt that the entire venue had become restless. Everyone's attention turned to the outside of the village. Lord Eighteen also stopped his thoughts of speaking and looked towards the outside of the village.
A black car was quickly rushing past the dam and driving towards the village. Behind this car, there was another car following. This car seemed to be the village's Tan City van.
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