Chapter 4: retribution

Zhang Jiao looked timid after being troubled, but still bowed his head and argued: "But I see in the" Funeral Charity Relief Regulations ", as long as there are relatives guarding the Lingtang, it can be within 10 days ..."
Was refuted by Zhang Jiao, and the fat aunt interjected angrily and said: "The regulations are regulations. In fact, no one has occupied the public welfare hall for so long.
You have to cremate the body this morning, and then leave me. "
"According to our customs in Jingshan," Zhang Jiao hesitated for a while, and said softly, with a stubborn look: "After a person dies, it takes at least 3 days for the spirit to stop, or it will be unstable.
My grandfather was only dead for 1 day, you will drive me away, this is not in compliance, I will not leave. "
There is a saying in the old saying, ‘poor plan, prosperity and conscience’. Although these words are not all right, they are six out of ten and seven out of ten.
People with very prominent social status tend not to be too harsh on the people at the bottom. Many ordinary people are like an ignited gunpowder barrel. They are furious when they are slightly offended.
It's not that the rich and powerful people are kind in nature, but because they have so many things, they will have the idea that it is not worth sacrificing their reputation for a little benefit.
Even if people who are living in poverty are naturally good, but because they have accumulated too much grievances in their lives, when they are more vulnerable than others, they will naturally be extremely harsh when they have a vent channel.
That's what happened to the fat maid, who apparently was unreasonable, but because of Zhang Jiao's arguing blush, his eyes seemed to burst into flames.
But Zhang Jiao was mourning alone, and there was no relatives and friends in the hall. He was in the chapel, making the mourner lose face and ugliness, and the tactics of forcing him to succumb to it.
Smashing the Hall of Truth makes the matter big, the fat lady does n’t dare, and there is no way to regenerate her anger. In the end, she can only hate towards the coffin,
Bah.
He spit and murmured,
Skinny at a young age. It is cheap to touch the country, and there is no shame at all.
With your grandson like you, your grandfather will die even after three years of inactivity! ", He left the hall indignantly.
According to the old customs of Luyang, insulting the deceased ancestors above the hall of worship is a great hatred, and even in the ancient times it was justifiable to kill on the spot.
Zhang Jiao looked at the figure of the fat aunt away, her eyes gradually gloomy, stretched out her arms to carefully dry the saliva on the coffin, and silently returned to the incense stand and squatted down.
After a while, the blue smoke in the pot rose again, and the wind lingered with the wind ...
Late autumn, early in the evening, the sunset has already slowly fallen at 5:30 in the afternoon.
It was already dark at 6 o'clock, and the fat aunt who deliberately walked for more than ten minutes late after work, secretly went to the funeral parlour restaurant to discuss with the master a few bags of leftovers, and hurried to the home on a big bike.
Luyang people have the habit of entertaining relatives and friends when they are mourning. Therefore, the funeral parlors have a wide variety of restaurants and often have big fish and meat left.
The general public has a hard time, and the leftovers are also oil and water.
It's just that these benefits are usually divided by the cooks and the competent managers in the funeral home. Ordinary employees can only look at it.
This time, the daughter of the fat aunt who lived at school came home on the weekend.
Came out of the door of the funeral home, the fat aunt pushed the wheel hard, and walked alone on the deserted cement road.
Handle a small half of pig's trotters, a few dried fried meatballs, scrambled eggs with chili ... The warm vegetable fragrance drifted with the wind and drilled straight into her nostrils.
The fat aunt was originally a greedy person, and subconsciously wanted to reach into a plastic pocket and squeeze a pill.
I can think of her husband who is working hard to unload at the factory every day. Her hands shrunk back, she swallowed, and persuaded herself: "It's not when the unit is having a meal, then what to do.
Let me talk about the fat-fit physique, and drink cold water to grow meat. It has already weighed more than 200 pounds. What meat dishes do you eat? "
Talked about the thought of the child and her husband eating meat for a while, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously.
Just then, a figure suddenly flashed behind a big tree beside the road, and a wooden stick was inserted into the fat aunt's wheel.
The bicycle was instantly stuck, and the fat lady was thrown out by inertia and fell heavily on the ground.
Because of her heavy body, her grounding arm made a "click" with a crisp sound, and it was folded into a strange angle, and the blood from her face fell, blurring her eyes.
It's strange that the fat aunt who had her head completely stunned at this time didn't feel any pain at all, but she was distressed that her daughter could not eat meat dishes at night, and by the moonlight, looked at the ground with muddy feet and balls. Murmured, "Cookies, all are good dishes ...", passed out ...
A few minutes later, the expressionless Zhang Jiao appeared in Huimin Supermarket.
The old man who sold goods last night was away, and replaced by a smart young guy, he met Zhang Jiao and greeted enthusiastically: "Hello classmate, what do you need?"
Zhang Jiao froze for a moment and subconsciously asked, "Where did Xu Bo, who used to sell things go?"
"You are talking about the old Xu head," the young man's face changed, with a solemn reply: "He died, he gasped last night.
You know him? "
Zhang Jiao opened his mouth in amazement, "It's not too familiar, but I often see it when I'm shopping for these two days. I have a few chats.
Bought two cans of milk with him last night, so why did I just leave? "
"Life is impermanent," the sigh sighed: "It's too old to say anything."
Zhangjiao nodded and no longer opened his mouth. He walked to the shelf and took two bags of the cheapest instant noodles, and settled the bill.
Walking out of the supermarket, he went to the Baishi shop next door, bought a knife of paper money, two strings of gold and silver ingots, came to the street corner and drew a circle at the intersection, writing the word "Xu Bo", UU reading www.uukanshu.com Burnt paper money and ingots, got up and disappeared into the night ...
The most prosperous area in the small city of Luyang is often near the railway station, as is Jingshan County.
Hotels, restaurants, bathrooms, pedicure shops, shampoo rooms ... The brightly lit streets spread out around the underground station, with a constant flow of people for 24 hours, which is in sharp contrast to the desert on the outskirts of the city.
Zhangjiao, who didn't have enough money to take a taxi, didn't even spend 5 bucks on the bus, walked for more than an hour, and finally exhausted to a public salute storage station on Station Street.
Thousands of iron cabinets are neatly laid on the wall in the storage point.
Zhang Jiao came to the cabinet door with the number ‘56’ written in white paint on the cabinet door, reached out the key from his pocket, opened the cabinet door, and took out the laptop inside.
Notebooks are very old, boxy and heavy, and look outdated for a long time, not worth a few bad money.
But Zhang Jiao checked the computer very carefully, and then he was relieved to take the laptop out of the storage point.
The lively streets are brightly lit, and people from the roadside restaurants enter and leave from time to time, and the fragrance of the food will flow out along the open door, lingering on the street.
When I was worried, Zhang Jiao was a little hungry, but he didn't dare to spend money. I used instant noodles out of the jacket pockets, crushed the noodles inside, and tore the packaging with my mouth. Half full, with a tired pace, returned to the funeral home.
In the middle of the night, he sat down on the straw mat next to the coffin of the Lingtang, turned on his laptop, and searched for many games, movies, and TV series video files for a long time, and finally found an anonymous encrypted file.
Decrypted according to the password Zhang Daoxian had confessed before, clicked on the file, and a video of the practice of teaching by example appeared suddenly in front of Zhang Jiao's eyes.