This grocery store at the entrance of the village was opened by the capable Song Erjia of Lishu Village, but it is said to be a grocery store, and there are very few things that can be sold. It's probably oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and some sugar cubes, paper, or something. Unlike later generations, daily necessities are complete.

A piece of paper money is not expensive, and it is seven copper plates.

In the surprised eyes of the second daughter-in-law of the Song family, Liangchen paid the money and went to social studies slowly with the paper money.

Due to the death of Wu Fuzi, social studies classes were suspended for the past two days, and the place was specially vacated for the Wu family's funeral.

Li Zheng and the villager are both at Wu's house, Li Zheng is helping to arrange the banquet and other things, while the villager is busy filling out the funeral form.

Don't underestimate this arrangement of the banquet and filling out the funeral form, these two things are the privileges of Lizheng and the villagers, and ordinary people can't do it.

It's like in the countryside in later generations, whoever does something will have to invite the village cadres to have a meal.

This meal is the prerogative of the village cadres. In the same way, the table and the funeral slip are also the prerogatives of the elders of Lizheng Township.

After Liangchen arrived at the social school, he saw many people inside and outside, and several men from the Wu family were greeting guests outside the gate. If there are any important people coming, such as uncles, cousins, etc., the filial son Wu Dezheng has to greet him, kowtow, and invite people in.

Lishu Village has the most surnames Wu, and Wu Fuzi is the gentleman in the village, and his son is still the county secretary, so the scene is naturally not small.

"Good minister?"

Wu Dequan saw Wei Liangchen who was carrying paper money and called him. The good minister hurriedly stepped forward and handed him the paper money, and then said to go in and kowtow to the master.

Since the death of his uncle, Wu Dequan has been very busy, and he has been studying in society, so he didn't know about Wei Liangchen's entry into prison and coming out, so he only thought that Liangchen would bring his father and eldest brother back, and he came to kowtow to his master. So he didn't say anything, nodded and let Liangchen in.

After Liangchen entered the social school, he heard several women crying. Looking at it from a distance, it was Wu Dezheng's daughter-in-law and several nieces.

Wu Dezheng's daughter-in-law is the daughter of Lin Jiao in the county, named Lin Guifen, thirty years old, gave birth to two sons and a daughter to Wu Dezheng, and she looks a little beautiful.

I remember that two or three years ago, when Liangchen was still in social science class, he secretly saw Lin Guifen who went home to be a confinement child, and at that time I only felt that being able to marry this woman as a daughter-in-law was a blessing that had been cultivated for several generations.

This can be regarded as a reverie of adolescence.

Lin Guifen and a few concubines were crying there, listening to it true, but Liangchen always felt that it was not very true. After all, it's just a daughter-in-law and a niece-in-law, how much sadness can there be.

Liangchen glanced around, but didn't see Wu Xiuzhi, thinking that this little lady was crying fiercely, so she rested.

The second brother Wu Deyi has not come back yet, and after Wu Dezheng, the eldest of the boss, rushed home in the morning, he hurriedly dressed in linen and wore filial piety. According to the rules of the countryside, filial sons do not have to work to do things, they only need to kowtow to the guests, and everything is done by the uncles and brothers.

However, Wu De is the secretary of the sixth room, and the people on the scene, many guests who came to mourn Wu Fuzi came to mourn Wu Fuzi's identity as a bookseller, and there were also many colleagues in the county who came, so Wu Dezheng had to receive and greet him in person.

In front of the spirit, the guests kowtowed to his two sons, thirteen-year-old Wu Qingquan and eleven-year-old Wu Qingling.

A big shed was built in the social college, and the suona team was blowing and playing in the shed.

These people also have a vision, watching people blow.

If you have an identity, or if you are personally accompanied by the Wu family, you must be an important relative and friend, and you are working hard.

Ordinary people come over, left and right neighbors or something, take a look, and are in good spirits to blow a paragraph, but if they are not interested, they just sit there and chat.

Liangchen is dressed like a human, but he is young, and he is coming alone, so it is naturally impossible for the suona team to be an important "guest" for him.

Liangchen didn't care either, and went to the spirit to look at Wu Fuzi, who was sleeping on the stilt bunk with his eyes closed, sighed, and knelt on the straw mat on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Wu Qingquan accompanied him, but Wu Qingling didn't move, this kid is still young, and he doesn't understand many things.

After kowtowing, Liangchen prepared to go home.

When he turned around, he saw Wu Xiuzhi who was supported by several women of the Wu family.

This little lady is really sad and excessive, her eyes are red, she is dressed in plain clothes, and she looks extremely haggard.

Wu Xiuzhi's mother left early, and Wu Fuzi can be said to be pulling the three eldest children with a handful of and urine, which is not easy, especially the youngest daughter, who is really regarded as a famous pearl in the palm of her hand.

Now that Wu Fuzi is gone, can Wu Xiuzhi not be sad?

Before the eldest brother came back, Wu Xiuzhi fainted twice, which really frightened a bunch of aunts.

came back to her senses and rested for a while, Wu Xiuzhi was going to burn some paper money for her father, but the aunts couldn't stop her, so they helped her out.

Wu Xiuzhi saw Wei Liangchen, but she didn't have any expression, she walked straight to the two nephews, and stacked paper money one by one and put it in the pot to burn.

Liangchen looked at it for a while, sighed lightly and left. When I walked to the gate, I saw Wu Dezheng walking inside with a few people.

"Last time I had tea with your father, I said that I would handle the two family affairs at the end of the year, but I don't know, your father left like this."

The person who came was Pan Yuanwai, Pan Xuezhong's father, and Wu Xiuzhi was his daughter-in-law who had not passed the door. Pan Yuanwai had just returned from the house, and as soon as he arrived home, he heard that Wu Fuzi had passed away, so he hurriedly went to Lishu Village to offer condolences.

"Xuezhong is in Beijing, and he definitely won't be able to come back. I asked someone to bring him a letter, and I asked him to take a leave of absence from the prison and come back in six or seven. ”

Listening to Pan Yuanwai's meaning, it seemed that he wanted his son to come back when Wu Fuzi was "six or seven".

Counting from the day of the death of the deceased, a paper-burning memorial service is held every seven days, a total of 7 times, commonly known as "burning seven". Generally speaking, "three seven" and "six seven" are more important, and on the day of the latter, relatives and friends have to send some paper and candles, and the mourners also have a big banquet. After the "sixth or seventh", the funeral is basically over. In the last seven, the family burns some paper money, and the clothes worn by the deceased before his death will be fine.

"Academics are important, the township exam is imminent, or Xuezhong should not come back, it has been delayed for many days, and if you miss your studies, you can't get it."

Wu Dezheng was talking to Pan Yuanwai, but he didn't notice Wei Liangchen standing in front of him, and he bumped into him coldly. Seeing that it was Wei Liangchen, Wu Dezheng was really surprised and stunned for a moment.

"Why are you here?" Wu Dezheng was really surprised, because didn't Wei Liangchen put the county in prison.

"Why can't I come?" Liangchen said angrily, if it weren't for Wu Fuzi's face, he couldn't help but scold the other party.

"Nephew, is he?"

Pan Yuanwai was a little strange: How could the descendants of this family be so ignorant of the rules and talk to the "filial son" like this.

"A student my dad taught."

Wu Dezheng knew why Wei Liangchen's tone was so impulsive, but now was not the time to worry about him, red and white matters, and he, a "filial son", couldn't quarrel with others.