As soon as Tang Qing and Sha Gu arrived at the entrance of the alley, they heard Da Mao's loud voice shouting in the distance.
"Da Mao, your mother has already passed away. Just pay her a normal memorial ceremony. It is better for her to be buried as soon as possible."
Director Liu's voice.
"No, I have to organize a funeral for my mother. I have to put fifty tables in the hotel. I have to do a seven-day and seven-night dojo for my mother. I have to recite the seven-day and seven-night sutra for my mother. I have to buy all the wreaths.
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Da Mao's throat became louder and louder every time.
"Da Mao, please listen to my advice and just be filial to your mother while she is alive. Since she has passed away, it is better to have a simple funeral and bury her in peace."
Director Liu continued to persuade Damao with earnest words.
"No, do you have a duty as the director of the neighborhood committee? Are you constantly asking others to have a simple funeral? A simple funeral, a simple funeral. When you die, will you have a simple funeral?"
Da Mao doesn't care.
"you……"
Director Liu was so angry that he was speechless.
"Da Mao, don't act recklessly. Do you know what your current status is?"
Policeman Xiao Wang stepped forward to question him.
"What is my current status? Wasn't it you who caused this? I foolishly worked hard for you for so many years. I fell out with you as soon as I said it, ruined my job, and even sent me in to eat bland steamed buns. Are you a human being?
"
Da Mao was rude to policeman Xiao Wang.
"Da Mao, let me tell you, it doesn't matter if you scold me a few times, but you can't flout the law, otherwise I'll be rude to you!"
"You're not polite to me? Come on, come on? The worst I can do is go to jail!"
"Da Mao, I didn't expect you to become so unreasonable!"
"I'm unreasonable? You are unreasonable. You pretend to please me, but you really want our 'big yellow croaker', right? You pretend to be a gentleman in front of you, but you are a prostitute and a thief behind your back, and you are hooking up with the widow Tang. Don't think that
I have no idea!"
"Da Mao, I'll beat you!"
Policeman Xiao Wang raised his hand.
"Hit me, beat me, beat me quickly, the police will give me one extra level for assault. Just go in and eat steamed buns with me!"
Da Mao stretched his head in front of Policeman Xiao Wang.
"you?!"
Policeman Xiao Wang’s raised hand trembled slightly.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and a big slap hit Da Mao firmly on the face.
"Okay, okay, as a police officer, do you really dare to hit someone? I want to call the police, I want to call the police!"
Da Mao was so angry that he lowered his head and hurriedly searched for things in his pockets and trouser pockets.
"Report it! Has your cell phone been surrendered? Okay, I'll call 110 for you, right? I don't need to give it to your mother for the last time, so I'd better give it to you immediately before she goes in!"
"You, you, you, why are you?"
When Da Mao heard the voice, he looked up and saw Tang Qing standing majestically in front of him, and involuntarily took a few steps back.
"You still know me? Since you still know me, I'll lend you my mobile phone and you can dial the number yourself."
Tang Qing took out his cell phone and handed it to Da Mao.
"I, I, I..."
Da Mao didn't dare to answer Tang Qing's cell phone.
"Don't you want to call the police? Report it quickly!"
"He, he, he hit me, I, I, of course I wanted to call the police!"
"He hit you? Did he hit you like this? Does it feel the same?"
Tang Qing stretched out his other hand, aimed at Da Mao's face and slapped him.
"You, you, you, you hit me just now?"
Da Mao covered his beaten face with his hands and stepped aside in panic.
"I was the one who slapped you. It seems that you still have sense in your cheek, and you can feel that the two slaps were slapped by the same person. I thought you were so shameless that you couldn't even tell who slapped you."
"You, you, you dare to slap me twice?"
"I slapped you twice? Isn't that enough?"
Tang Qing first put his cell phone into his trouser pocket, then he opened his hands left and right and slapped Da Mao four times in a row.
"You, you, you still hit me? Why do you hit me?"
Da Mao covered his face with his hands, feeling unconvinced, but he did not dare to fight back against Tang Qing.
"I will slap you and tell you clearly that I slapped you six times in total."
"You, you, you don't want, don't..."
"What don't you want? Don't be too arrogant? Da Mao, let me tell you, I will slap you with these six slaps for six people respectively, just to beat your arrogance!"
"Then, then, those six people?"
"Kneel down in front of your mother's bed, and I'll tell you carefully which six people I'm beating you for!"
"I, I, I..."
“Can’t rush over and kneel down?”
Tang Qing asked sharply.
"I, I, I..."
Da Mao muttered and slowly moved to his mother's bed.
"Where's the master?"
"Master Jiujin, we are here."
Upon hearing Tang Qing's call, eight talented people stood in front of Tang Qing and waited for instructions.
It is a custom in Yancheng that after a person dies, eight coffins are responsible for the burial, and they carry the coffin to the cemetery. They are called "Mr. Eight". Of course, this was an old custom in the past. Now cremation is implemented and everything is simplified.
"Master Caijiao, please work hard to remove the plywood in this room and arrange the mourning hall."
Tang Qing always thought that the mourning hall had already been set up during the time when she went to see Silly Gu. However, because of Da Mao's return and the clamor that she insisted on going to the hotel and doing a dojo, etc., nothing had been done yet.
Eight talented people worked together with the neighbors to quickly organize the small house into a solemn mourning hall.
"Silly girl, come here. You hold her feet and carry your mother with him into the central hall."
"oh."
Silly Gu had been standing aside. On the way here, Tang Qing hit her again and she became submissive.
"I don't want her to hold my feet, I can hold them myself!"
Da Mao went over and stood in front of Sha Gu.
"Hey, do you still want to show off your authority? I originally wanted to wait until your mother enters the main hall before I talk to you. In this case, you kneel down first."
"oh."
The silly girl knelt down first.
"I……"
Da Mao stood in front of the bed and refused to kneel.
"It seems that you big pig head has been thoroughly brainwashed by some people. Well, if you want to be an unfilial son, I will help you. Police Xiao Wang, please contact the police and let him go back to eat light steamed buns now."
"No, no, no, I'll kneel, I'll kneel."
Da Mao knelt in front of his mother's bed, but kept a certain distance from Sha Gu, with the two of them at the head of the bed and the other at the end.
"Da Mao, listen carefully, which six people did I beat you for just now?"
Da Mao knelt on the ground with his head lowered and remained silent.
"The first spank, I slap you on behalf of your biological father."
"My biological father has died a long time ago."
"Because he died long ago, I want to give you the first slap in the face for him. Do you know? How did your biological father die? He was burned alive by charcoal fire in a charcoal kiln."
"father!"
"He finally had a son in his old age, and he always wanted to burn more charcoal and sell it for more money, so that you can live a good life. Do you know? Where did your mother's 'big yellow croaker' come from?"
"Where did it come from?"
"It was your father's life that was given to you by Master Li!"
"How could it be that it was my father's life? It's even less likely that it was given by Master Li. How could Master Li give our family a 'big yellow croaker' for no reason?"
Da Mao didn't believe it.
"I knew it was impossible for your stupid head to believe it. Please tell me, is my dad here?"
Tang Qing went over and knocked Da Mao on the head and called out to inquire.
Bao Wenchang responded outside the hut and led Tang Qing's father into the hut.
After Tang Qing's father entered the hut, he first bowed three times to Da Mao's mother on the bed, then walked to Da Mao and said:
"Da Mao, listen to me. After your father died unfortunately, the superiors gave your family a certain amount of subsidies, but the amount was not large. It was Mr. Li who gave your mother thirty-two 'big yellow croakers' at one time to ensure that
The life of your mother and son."
"Uncle Tang, why did Mr. Li give my mother a 'big yellow croaker'?"
"Master Li gave your mother a 'big yellow croaker' because your father worked in his family's charcoal kiln for thirty-two years, and he gave him one 'big yellow croaker' a year as compensation. In fact, your father was accidentally burned to death himself."
The charcoal kiln has nothing to do with the Li family. Besides, when your father was burned to death, the charcoal kiln no longer belonged to the Li family, so Mr. Li could have ignored it."