Time flies and it’s noon.

Jiang Chuyang marinated wild boar meat.

I was about to go to the back room to take a rest.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Go out and open the door to take a look.

Only then did I realize that the old village chief had come with the Wang family property.

"What are you?" Jiang Chuyang was stunned.

"Is your mother at home?" the old village chief, who was smoking a cigarette, asked with a smile.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask your mother to help with Wang Cong's funeral." Wang Jiachan also explained.

"Oh!" Jiang Chuyang suddenly realized and shouted in the direction of the kitchen: "Mom, the old village chief and Grandpa Wang are looking for you, please come out."

"Coming, coming." Li Hongyu ran out of the kitchen.

After seeing what Jiang Chuyang said, Grandpa Wang was the property of the Wang family.

I immediately guessed what was going on.

But he didn't ask any more questions.

Instead, he took off his apron and walked over.

"Wang Cong's parents and daughter-in-law wish that the funeral should be carried out according to the customs in the village." The old village chief didn't waste any time and explained his purpose straight to the point: "So this requires one person from each household to help. You

You can go home!"

It's said to be in every household.

But in fact there is a choice.

Because when you help with funerals, you need to take care of the food.

There is at least four or five tables per household, so the expenses don't have to be huge.

That's why there was a scene where the old village chief took the lead and the old man of the Wang family personally came to inform.

The purpose is to choose which villagers to help.

Those who have not been notified naturally do not need to go.

Of course, there is no way to eat.

After all, the dead in the village call themselves help.

That life was actually very easy.

This time the old village chief brought the Wang family property to inform Li Hongyu.

Obviously it was out of gratitude for everything he had done for Wang Cong before.

Otherwise, rely on Wang Cong's family's conditions.

I don’t even know where to find the burial expenses.

But now, there is Wang Dafu, who is taken advantage of.

Naturally, there is no need to worry too much.

In a word.

Wang Dafu will pay for everything.

So the old village chief and the Wang family are hiring people.

There are no scruples at all.

Li Hongyu was stunned to hear the inside story.

She said: "Then will the help come tomorrow morning or this afternoon?"

"You can go over after lunch! It will be easier to arrange things then," the old village chief replied.

"Okay! Okay!" Li Hongyu nodded.

"Let's go, we have to notify other villagers." The old village chief said, turned around and left with the Wang family property.

"Mom!" Jiang Xiulan walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of stewed wild boar meat at this time: "Didn't it mean that if people under fifty died in the village, there would generally be no funerals? Why is Wang Cong an exception? Then Wang Cong is an exception.

Can Dafu agree?"

"Let's not worry about this. You have said it yourself. Under normal circumstances, there are no funerals, but Wang Cong's situation is not ordinary." Li Hongyu glanced at the sky: "Hurry up and eat! Take advantage of the good weather to move the house

All the clothes inside have been washed. I’m waiting to go to Wang Cong’s house. I don’t know when I’ll be here!”

"Okay! Okay!" Jiang Xiulan nodded and walked into the main room with stewed wild boar meat.

Jiang Chuyang went to call for the little sweet potatoes that fattened the wheel.

A few minutes later, he walked into the main room with a bouncing little sweet potato.

…

Finished lunch.

After Li Hongyu explained the trivial matters at home to Jiang Xiulan.

Then he went to Wang Cong's house.

As for Jiang Chuyang and Xiao Hongshu.

Li Hongyu didn't bother to take care of it.

After all, these two children have always been obedient.

I am also very familiar with the things to do at home.

So there is no need to take care of it.

However, Li Hongyu just left.

Xiao Hongshu was 'dishonest' at home: "Fourth brother, is Wang Cong's house very lively today? Let's go there and play there later, okay?"

"What fun is there in a place with dead people?" Jiang Chuyang shook his head when he heard this: "You might as well accompany my brother to the river to fish. If you catch it then, you will have boiled fish to eat at night."

"Hehe... It's agreed, fourth brother, don't go back on your word." Xiao Hongshu smiled happily.

"Of course I don't regret it, but now I have to go get some sleep." Jiang Chuyang said and walked into the back room.

Seeing this, Xiao Hongshu had no choice but to go to the backyard to find Jiang Xiulan who was doing laundry.

Half an hour later, just when Xiao Hongshu was going to wake Jiang Chuyang up in the back room.

Jiang Huasheng's voice came from the door: "Chu Yang, are you at home?"

"He...he's sleeping." Xiao Hongshu quickly ran over and opened the door.

"Why are you sleeping in the broad daylight?" Jiang Huasheng was a little dumbfounded when he heard this: "Then you wait until he wakes up and tell him to go to my house to move the carpenter's tools and prepare for work."

"Ah?" Little Sweet Potato frowned a little unhappy.

After all, Jiang Chuyang promised to go fishing before.

This was shouted away by the third uncle.

I'm afraid that the fishing thing will come to nothing.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Huasheng was puzzled.

"No...nothing." Xiao Hongshu, who couldn't lie, could only say: "I will tell Fourth Brother when he wakes up."

"Okay." Jiang Huasheng touched Xiao Hongshu's little head, turned around and left with a smile.

Xiao Hongshu watched Jiang Huasheng disappear before closing the door.

When he turned around, he found Jiang Chuyang looking at him helplessly.

Obviously, as a reborn person.

Jiang Huasheng asked Jiang Chuyang to do carpentry work.

Jiang Chuyang felt a little conflicted in his heart.

After all, he learned to be a carpenter before he was reborn.

Know the ups and downs.

Even if I agreed last night.

But let's be honest.

There is still some reluctance to ‘fry leftover rice’.

Because as a reborn person, he has many choices.

Everything is better than being a carpenter.

How does Little Sweet Potato know this?
To be continued...