No matter how strong the storm is, it will eventually dissipate.

As Jia Dongxu was successfully buried.

The weather also became sunny.

"The banquet is open!"

Someone called out.

Then someone started setting off firecrackers.

Relatives, neighbors, the elderly and children all flocked to the middle courtyard where Jia's family lived.

After a while, several tables were filled.

Lin Xiang is also a neighbor here, so naturally he came with him.

In this era, weddings and funerals are celebrated according to Mao's rules. Generally, neighbors like Lin Xiang follow Er Mao.

He lives in the same courtyard as Jia Dongxu and is around San Mao.

Of course, there are also some who are particularly stingy, and no one will say anything about it.

At this time, if you can pay one yuan for a meal, it is considered a big gift, and the accountant will definitely shout out his name.

So when he received the ten-yuan gift from Yi Zhonghai, the old man who kept the accounts was also stunned.

"Lao Yi? You don't want to go back to find money when you're having dinner. Do you want a gift of ten yuan?" The old man asked seriously, holding a note in his hand.

"Yes, Sui Ten Yuan. Dongxu and I have a deep relationship. I have watched Dongxu grow up since he was a child. He died at such a young age. I really feel sorry for him, so I should be more patient." Yi Zhonghai, the first uncle.

explained.

"Okay, take the ten yuan," the old man who kept the account said.

At this time, the person who collected the money took the money and looked at it.

There was no counterfeit money in this era, and the people who collected the money just checked to see if there were any missing corners or edges.

After seeing it clearly, the person collecting the money shouted:

"Master Yi Zhonghai!"

"Ten yuan gift!"

As the voice fell, the old man who kept the accounts slowly waved the brush in his hand and wrote Yi Zhonghai's name and the amount on the account book.

Hearing this sound, the people around him started to watch again.

Those who knew each other and those who didn't knew each other started talking when they heard about the gift of ten yuan.

"Who is this? A direct gift of ten yuan? Could it be the father-in-law of the deceased?"

"No, this man's name is Yi Zhonghai. I heard that he is Jia Dongxu's master at the steel rolling mill. He is the boss of the hospital. He seems to be an eighth-level fitter."

"Hi!!!!!! An eighth-level fitter, my God, can an eighth-level fitter be able to squeeze a ship with his hands?"

"Yes, yes, the highest level of workers, level eight workers."

"Oh my God, how much more is the salary for one month?"

None of Qin Huairu's relatives from her mother's family knew Yi Zhonghai, so they started asking around.

Others who knew about it responded.

"No matter how much it is, if you can give me ten yuan, it's still a sign of friendship."

"That's not true. When Jia Dongxu had an accident, Lao Yi donated five hundred."

"Not only that, but also because of Jia Dongxu's death, Lao Yi was so angry that he became ill."

"Yes, yes, during the burial today, Yi Zhonghai cried the loudest! For those who don't know, I thought it was his son who died."

"It's true. When I heard the crying, I thought something had happened to my aunt. When I ran out, I saw that it was Jia Dongxu who had buried her."

"It seems that Yi Zhonghai is really a person who values ​​love and justice."

"Indeed, it seems that Yi Zhonghai really treats Jia Dongxu as his own child."

"It must be true. Yi Zhonghai has no descendants, and he taught Jia Dongxu that he must regard Jia Dongxu as his son. Now that Jia Dongxu is dead, he is so sad."

"It's really enviable to have such a person as a master in your courtyard."

Many people gave Yi Zhonghai a thumbs up for his behavior.

As a result, Yi Zhonghai's prestige is even higher than before.

The person in charge even directly invited Yi Zhonghai to the table.

"Why, second uncle, do you also want to sit at the table?" Third uncle Yan Bugui saw the second uncle's envious look and asked.

"I would like to sit down, but it's not cost-effective to pay ten yuan to sit at the table." Second uncle Liu Haizhong said dissatisfied.

In this regard, the second uncle and the third uncle could only accept defeat.

As for crying, the second uncle and the third uncle can pretend to be the same.

But to pay so much money directly, normal people would not have the courage of Yi Zhonghai.

Because of this, Yi Zhonghai deservedly gained more admiration and praise.

…

At this time, Lin Xiang sat down in a relatively quiet place.

But why does Yi Zhonghai feel so weird?

Donating five hundred is enough to be incomprehensible.

He cried loudly at the funeral.

Now along with the gift, I gave you another ten yuan?

Why does Yi Zhonghai seem so deliberate?

He couldn't explain why, but Lin Xiang always felt that this Yi Zhonghai was not normal.

Of course, this is just an intuition, and Lin Xiang has no concrete evidence.

Nothing can be done.

…

The food started to be served soon.

Lin Xiang accepted the gift of two cents.

Currently eating Jia Dongxu’s funeral banquet.

This scene made Lin Xiang somewhat emotional.

A few days ago, Jia Dongxu was still jumping around in front of him.

The two even had a discussion.

As a result, within a few days, Jia Dongxu got his seat.

It is true that the sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortunes and blessings.

If there was a circle of friends at this time, Lin Xiang would definitely post an update.

"My friends, you may not believe it, but I am currently at Jia's house, having a banquet with a gift of two cents."

"Excuse me, how do you eat at a two-cent banquet? What should you pay attention to? Wait online, it's urgent."

In fact, eating a banquet at this time cannot be called eating a banquet.

Strictly speaking, it should be called grabbing a seat.

Why is it called that?

The reason is simple.

People at this time are all hungry.

Everyone looks like a hungry wolf.

Basically, as soon as the food is served, it will be dried out in a few seconds.

In addition, in order to save money, the Jia family had very few dishes on the table.

So if we say we are here to eat, we are also here to join in the fun.

After the meal, Lin Xiang felt lonely.

I had no choice but to go home and make some rice mats.

…

After lunch, Lin Xiang slept for a few hours.

After waking up, a aunt came in and gave a comprehensive report on Yi Zhonghai's condition:

"Dr. Xiao Lin, I guess you are too sad because of Jia Dongxu's death."
To be continued...