The Local Lazy Man System

"Ye Rongrong gave 820 gold, and returned 200, Dai Wanli gave 820, and returned 200."

The person who received the gift recorded it in the book, took the 620 from the red envelope, and returned the red envelope to Ye Rong.

Another person on the side sent two packs of Huaxia cigarettes to Ye Rongrong. In Huaxia, cigarettes are inseparable from weddings and weddings. As long as you pack a red envelope, you will be given a pack of cigarettes.

Generally, the eyes of red envelopes and happy events are Huaxia cigarettes. After all, in the eyes of rural people, this Huaxia cigarette is of the highest grade.

After asking about the specific time of Mr. Wu's funeral, Ye Rongrong called Dai Wanli, told Mr. Wang, and drove back.

After all, it's still a long way from the time of Mr. Wu's burial. As long as you come to the funeral on the day of the funeral, you can give Mr. Wu the last ride.

April 21st, March 15th of the lunar calendar, Thursday, the yellow calendar, is suitable for harvesting, offering sacrifices, praying for blessings, giving birth to children, fasting, traveling, starting the foundation, entering the coffin, and burial.

Teacher Wu's funeral is scheduled for today. Because funerals usually have to get up early, Ye Rongyao drove to Teacher Wu's house after having breakfast in the morning.

Although it was only after seven o'clock, there were already a lot of people in Mr. Wu's house, and they also invited a band. In the past, when people died in the countryside, they invited people to play and sing. However, with the development of the economy, the funeral has become more and more luxurious. , If you don't do it extravagantly, people will say it.

This time, Mr. Wu's family hired three bands for the band alone, as well as a band of people who played and sang. The expenses of this band alone, Ye Rongyao estimated to be more than 20,000.

Because there were so many people, Mr. Wu's family would definitely not have time to greet the guests. Ye Rongyao found a stool and sat down. Because he was close, he came early. Ye Rongrong was the earliest one of his classmates. Dai Wanli and his wife, as well as Chen Haishao, have not arrived yet.

Ye Rongyao didn't talk to anyone he knew, so he sat quietly watching the guests who kept coming. Some of them were familiar, but they hadn't said hello for many years, and Ye Rongyao was lazy to say hello.

"Are you Ye Rongrong?"

An old man with white flowers walked to Ye Rongyao's side, looked at Ye Rongrong and said.

"You are... Principal Zhang?"

Ye Rongrong looked at the white-flowered old man who called him, and searched for the impression from his memory. He remembered that this old man was the school principal in junior high school.

That is the principal Zhang who caught Ye Rongrong and Wen Haitang to eat a bowl of dumplings.

"It's me, I didn't expect you to come to Mr. Wu's funeral." Principal Zhang looked at Ye Rongrong unexpectedly and said.

For Ye Rongrong, Principal Zhang was really impressed. After all, Ye Rongrong was the most troublesome student in the junior high school at that time for teachers and school leaders. He often fought and studied very poorly.

So Principal Zhang held onto Ye Rongyao and Huang Haitang eating the same bowl of dumplings, just to get rid of Ye Rongyao.

But now that he is old, Principal Zhang regrets his actions back then. After all, Ye Rongrong and the others were children at that time. If he fired them, he would ruin their future and life.

"Mr. Wu is my head teacher, and I will definitely come to her funeral."

Ye Rongrong said. Time can dilute many things. In the past, Ye Rongrong resented Principal Zhang who forced Huang Haitang away and kept himself under school probation.

It's just ten years later, this resentment has long since faded away. Looking at the already white headmaster Zhang, he can't see the high-spirited appearance more than ten years ago. The curtained old man with crutches.

"How are you, I still remember Teacher Wu."

Principal Zhang said with emotion. As a teacher, as a principal, Principal Zhang is really touched. Principal Zhang has also been a teacher for more than ten years. It was not until he was old that he realized a truth.

Good students may not remember the good teachers, and those students who are poor in learning and are not valued by the teachers remember the teachers instead.

If nothing else, when they meet on the road, those former "poor students" can remember the teacher and greet the teacher warmly.

However, many of those students who were once considered "good students" by teachers and who were trained with great effort by teachers, have forgotten their teachers, and even met on the road, just like strangers, they would not say hello to their former teachers.

"Principal, are you in good health?" Ye Rongrong asked.

"It's all okay, it's just that I'm old and can't walk anymore, but I didn't expect that the young teacher Wu would walk in front of the old man like me." Principal Zhang said with emotion.

"The world is unpredictable, who can say this clearly?"

Ye Rongyao shook his head and said. Birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can escape, just die early and die late.

"Yeah, now that I think about how I dealt with you and Huang Haitang back then, I really went a little too far. Seeing that you are doing well now, I feel more at ease." Principal Zhang said apologetically.

"Principal, you're serious. The past is over, so don't mention it. Now both me and Wen Haitang are doing very well."

Ye Rongyao shook his head and said. Looking white-haired. With a wrinkled Principal Zhang, Ye Rongrong certainly didn't need him to apologize to himself, and there was no need for an old man in his seventies to apologize to him.

According to the rural people, the old man apologizes to the young man, but the young man will lose his life.

"What are you doing now?" Principal Zhang asked.

"I am now engaged in farming at home." Ye Rongrong said.

"Not bad, they are already a small boss."

Principal Zhang said happily. For principals and teachers, whether they are good students or bad students, as long as they are their own students, they all wish them a good life.

"Headmaster, you're joking, it's just to earn some money to live." Ye Rongrong said.

"Have you bought a car yet?"

In the eyes of elderly people of Principal Zhang's age group, whether his students are doing well depends on whether he buys a car. As for the quality of the car, he doesn't really care. No matter how badly you start the car, no matter how bad the mix is, it won't go anywhere.

"I bought it, that's the car."

Ye Rongyao pointed to the Audi Q7 parked not far away. Among so many domestic sedans, Ye Rongyao's Audi Q7 is particularly conspicuous, and many passers-by can't help but take a few more glances.

"Yes, the car is quite big."

Principal Zhang said. After all, he is in his 70s and his eyes are dim. How can he see the quality of Qing Ye Rongyao's car? He knows that Ye Rongyao's car is quite big.

"Brother Glory."

While Ye Rongrong and Principal Zhang were chatting at the door of the house next to Teacher Wang, Wen Haitang and Dai Wanli also took a taxi.

"You are here!"

Ye Rongrong looked at Wen Haitang and Dai Wanli and said.

"I came here by train in the morning, but luckily I wasn't late, so I made the last trip to Mr. Wu," Wen Haitang said.

"You are also a student of Teacher Wu?"

Principal Zhang looked at Dai Wanli and Wen Haitang suspiciously and asked. After all, he is already seventy years old, and his memory is not as good as before, and he has no impression of Dai Wanli and Wen Haitang.

After all, in their junior high school days, neither of them were as famous as Ye Rongyao. When Ye Rongrong was in junior high school, fights were commonplace, and they would be called to the principal's room for a conversation every three days. Of course, Principal Zhang was deeply impressed by Ye Rongyao.

Other students, just like the students taught by Principal Zhang, are not particularly outstanding students. Principal Zhang cannot remember them. After all, over the past few decades, there are at least tens of thousands of students who have experienced Principal Zhang. Who can remember? How many?

That is to say, Ye Rongrong is more prominent. Principal Zhang is a teacher. As a principal, there are very few students who are particularly prominent and famous for fighting in his life, so I remember it very clearly.

"Hello, Principal Zhang, I'm Dai Wanli, and this is my wife Wen Haitang."

Dai Wanli said. Although the principal Zhang is much older than before, Dai Wanli still recognized the old man at a glance, that he was the principal in his junior high school days.

"You are all good students. You can all come to see Mr. Wu off. I think Mr. Wu will be very happy. What are you doing now?" Principal Zhang asked.

"Both Haitang and I are teachers at Zhejiang Southern University," said Dai Wanli.

"University teacher, okay, there is something to be desired."

Principal Zhang said happily. Although there are many students from junior high schools in the village, not many can be teachers in universities.

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Soon, Chen Haishao also came over, along with Chen Haishao, a female classmate from Ye Rongyao's junior high school days, but Ye Rongyao basically had no impression.

The funeral is to choose a good time and auspicious time, and 8:30 is a good time to choose a good time for the funeral. No matter whether there are any guests coming, at this time, the funeral will be carried out.

With the sound of the music of the fourth class band, everyone is ready to go.

"Are you in my car?"

Ye Rongrong asked Chen Haishao and the others. In this area of ​​Wenzhou, the funeral is not directly to the cemetery on the mountain. It takes a long way to go up the mountain for burial.

Generally, the route of the funeral requires to pass through the house of one's close relatives, such as the son's and daughter's house. Of course, if the son's and daughter's house is far away, they don't need to pass through their house.

But no matter what, you have to go around the road in a long way, so that people along the way know that the funeral in your own family is the last time for the dead old man.

If you walk on your feet, it will take at least half an hour. If you have to go farther, it will take several hours.

Therefore, as long as they are not close relatives and do not need to follow the hearse with filial piety and filial piety, anyone who has a car will follow in a car.

If someone's old man dies, the more vehicles in the funeral procession, and the more luxurious the vehicles, the more wealthy the family will appear, and the envy of the people along the way.

"Is this your car?"

Dai Wanli looked at the Audi Q7 in front of him in surprise and asked Ye Rongyao. After all, the Audi Q7 is a luxury car with hundreds of dollars. Dai Wanli really didn't expect Ye Rongyao to be able to afford such a luxurious car.

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