This sentence is very informative, and Xiang Du automatically blocked the information in his words. He got out of bed naked and wandered around the room like a lonely ghost.

Pour a glass of water and drink it, find some leftovers from last night. Everything was ready, and he walked to the window and opened the window for ventilation.

It was noon, and the temperature slowly rose. A soothing wind blew into the house, reacting to the hazy.

What did you just say? The boss is dead?

The worker woke Xiang Du and left. In this yard where nearly eight of them were timber factory employees, he passed messages from door to door.

It’s not easy to say that it’s a transfer. There are only a few people who don’t go to work today, and there are seven people who wear wooden boards and ask for leave last night.

The seven people crowded in the yard and were confused and asked who knew the truth.

The worker who passed the message finally went to Dazhuang's house. He hesitated before knocking on the door. After knocking for a long time, no one responded. He couldn't help but wonder that he didn't see him at the factory today and didn't know where he went.

Anyway, few people in the factory will pay attention to Dazhuang. If you don’t have it, then you won’t be there.

The issue now is about the death of the boss' father.

Xiang Du understood that it was not the boss who died, but the boss's father who died.

It is hard to describe Xiang Du's mood at this moment. This kind of thing is rare in the world. Most of the other workers are gloating and dare not show it. God knows which gust of wind blows into the boss's ears.

Since we dare not express our true thoughts, we will sigh and occasionally sigh, and the boss is also very pitiful.

I heard that the factory has stopped working and everyone has a rare day off. The whole factory is frustrated. Many people want to laugh when they hear this news, and it feels so uncomfortable.

It is a coincidence that someone who is well-informed can know the truth of the matter.

Last night, the box of cigarettes the boss gave Zuo Lan had also hidden something from the boss's father. When he heard that he had given him someone, he hurriedly chased him out and asked for it.

The boss was also angry. If you want it, go, even those with old arms and legs can't catch up.

The boss's father was drinking with several peers and a few young people, and left the house drunk. It was also dark at night and the ground was slippery.

He eventually failed to get out of the city gate and fell into the drainage ditch. This kind of drainage ditch was different from the ones imprisoned by Zuo Lan. In the open air, people often discarded garbage inside, and there was water inside, which was frozen.

There was an abandoned nail frozen in the drainage ditch, buried one end under the ice, and the other end was raised to the sky.

The nail pierced into his head. It was originally impossible to die, but no one at night, so he called him Tiantian and his breath gradually became weak.

By the time it was found by my family, it was too late and he had passed away.

Now it's time to build a high awning. The boss organizes workers in the factory to bow and other things, which can make his father have a big scene after his death.

What a sad story.

Xiang Du sighed and went back to the house, and the others also went back to the house after they got to know each other.

Many people are wondering, if the boss’s father is gone, do you still have to follow the money? Follow it, but you are reluctant, don’t follow it, and you are afraid that others will follow it.

Xiang Du didn't think about this. When he heard the good news, he was full of energy and was sleepy again. He was ready to go to bed and get back to bed.

Even if he was a member of the rank, he had no hands on it. He gave the little girl two Kuluns, and he was going to save money.

The sun is setting again, and every day feels so fast.

Xiang Du woke up, drank some water, and went to the sad place with his colleagues.

Along the way, the workers were so happy, talking and laughing, telling the anecdotes they heard on the roadside.

On the only way to the factory, the little girl was not there that day.

Xiang Toya breathed a sigh of relief. If the little girl was here, he would still wear this dirty and old clothes to hold a match in front of everyone.

When we arrived at the factory, the counting of people was completed, and the one with the longest working experience shouted: "Go away!"

There is always a limit when people hold it in. The pedestrians on the road saw such a team that was talking and laughing like the New Year. They were all surprised. Those who didn’t know thought it was a festival today.

Everyone had some companions, but Xiang Du didn't. He followed a few colleagues who had spoken, and he was speechless throughout the whole process and was very indifferent, making no one dared to laugh.

Some kind of special suspicion spreads among a small group.

"The new one here has no relatives with the boss, right?"

"No, right? Is his house coming from the west or east of the capital? There should be no."

"Look, is that boy a little uncomfortable? It's like his father is dead?"

"I can't guarantee it. The boss talked to him alone yesterday, maybe it's really a bit of a problem."

This suspicion is limited to a small group and has not spread more widely to the outside world.

After about half an hour, the workers arrived and saw a yard with white silk hanging in the block.

There were a lot of people here, and the courtyard was full of people inside and outside the courtyard, and they were all a group of people who received the news early in the royal capital.

There are friends of the deceased, relatives of the deceased, and friends of the boss.

However, these are more or less related. The timber factory group has no relationship for half a cent. When they come, they naturally attracted everyone's attention.

The person in charge of the funeral was a man in his sixties. He asked the timber factory employees to wait outside and would notify them when they needed to go in.

The crowd was waiting outside, waiting boredly, and having to endure the eyes of others.

Xiang Du heard the conversation between the two women clearly.

"All these are from the factory? Good, there are so many people, your nephew is amazing."

"That's it, what's the matter? My nephew knows many big shots, but they can't come today, you know that big shots are very busy."

"What a big figure?"

"It's not too big, it's on par with His Majesty."

"Just blow it."

Similar conversations are found in many places.

During the long wait, a woman covered her handkerchief and ran away while crying: "Oh my dear brother~ you just left!"

The woman seemed to have a very close relationship with the deceased, and she was tripped by the threshold while running.

The woman was tripped and many of the workers showed smiles.

The workers couldn't get into the yard, but they were already crying inside, especially their boss, who was the loudest crying, after all, he was a filial son.

Time is still going, and those who come in and out are like a lantern.

The cold was approaching, and the workers started smoking, and some people found a place to play cards. Listening to the crying in the yard, they were also happy to play cards.

Xiang Du found a place to squint, but he couldn't sleep. First, it was too cold, second, it was too loud and there were too many noises.

There were people coming nearby to watch the fun, which made it even more lively here. It is said that these people watching the fun even played together with the workers, and everyone played cards together and chatted about the funeral that happened here.

What made Xiang Du unable to sleep anymore was a noise, which was very close to him.

He looked at that place and two workers started fighting. These two people usually boasted about their strength in their bodies, and today they had a chance to get a good or bad.

They fight not to fight at each other, but to hold each other together, trying to knock down each other with all their strength.

Many workers were afraid of being affected and tacitly withdrew from a ring.

As for who wins and who loses, there is no conclusion. After discovering that no one can do anything to each other, the battle also stopped.

The two of them blushed and praised each other, which was a warm-up exercise in the cold.

As the temperature dropped, Xiangdu shivered, the sun went westward more and more, and in another half an hour it turned back and completely set. Those who came to join in the fun basically went home and had dinner.

Xiang Du felt so uncomfortable because he didn't eat all day and felt very sad. He hated this boss very much. Where did they get so many relatives from their family? There were several times when he wanted to go back and fall asleep.

The sun sets, and lights are lit inside and outside the courtyard.

"All employees of the wood factory!"

The sixty-year-old man in charge shouted.

But here we are!

This is the heart-crying of the employees of the timber factory.

The workers scattered into the yard, and there were also a few who couldn't get in at all.

Xiang Du looked a little and there was a coffin in the middle of the yard. The boss and the deceased's close relatives were all around the coffin.

There was a big pot next to it, and something was stewed in the pot, which was fragrant. The people who came here today were going to have dinner at the boss's house.

Xiang Du had a fantasy that maybe, maybe, should be able to eat some with him.

The sixty-year-old man's voice was loud: "Wood factory employee! Bow!"

The workers bowed in an untidy team, and some people bowed to the butt of the person in front, and slapped them up at the butt of the person in front in anger.

The boss was crying, and it had been a long time since he could still cry.

He heard the amazing sound of the slap and looked at the workers' team with haggard eyes.

"Lumber factory staff! Bow again!"

He bowed untidy again, and there was no slap this time.

"Timber factory staff! Three bows!"

Everyone bowed again.

"Thank you for the family!"

The boss saluted slowly.

Now that the ceremony that was time to finish was over, the boss stood up and said, "Don't leave, everyone stay for dinner."

I wonder if I'm welcomed it, but the workers took it seriously anyway, and they were happy to find their own place to wait for the meal.
Chapter completed!