Chapter 67 I'm sitting at the women's table
"Xiaochun~"
"Xiaochun~"
Mo Jing, who is still embarrassed by the bunch of stupid hair on the little guy's forehead Chun, when he heard uncle Mo Changyou's cry, Mo Jingchun quickly got up and ran to the window to respond.
“Hey, uncle.”
Mo Changyou, who was smoking, coughed twice, coughed up thick phlegm, and spit it out more than two meters in one breath.
"Are you up? It's getting late. It's time to get ready. Otherwise, you won't be able to catch the first meal."
Mo Jingchun responded loudly: "You're already up. Come on, come down soon.”
Back. Mo Jingchun beside the bed looked at his sweets lying on the bed with a smile on his face innocently. Mo Jingchun silently said to himself: "My sister is still young, so let's just be silly when she gets older. Anyway, she looks pretty cute." "
Look, the little guy is not smiling very happily.
Besides, as long as he puts on the pink fluffy rabbit ear hat, who knows that the little guy will still have a bunch of stupid hair on his head.
Mo Jingchun picked up the cute pink plush bunny ear hat on the bedside and put it on the little guy. Carrying the canvas bag that had been prepared last night, Mo Jingchun carried the little guy downstairs.
After confirming that the back door of the kitchen was locked, Mo Jingchun locked the door and walked with the little guy along the cement road to the uncle's house.
Walking on the cement road, I didn’t notice much in the past two days. The cement road that my father asked someone to build a few years ago has cracked and peeled off in many places, especially the one near the river. Side, especially serious.
The already cracked cement road, under the tension of rain and river water, cracked two to three centimeters wide in the largest places.
If there is no manual intervention, I am afraid that the cement road may still face the risk of being washed away during the rainy season this summer.
Mo Jingchun tried to kick him, but he didn't move at all.
But the frown on Mo Jingchun's face did not ease at all.
"Let's find someone to repair it after the new year. We can't go home later, the road will be gone."
The candy in Mo Jingchun's arms is not interested in the cracks in the cement road at all. , but the sound of the stream in the river made the little guy keep shaking his head, trying to find where the sound came from.
"Uncle."
"Here we come." Mo Jingchun nodded.
"Wait for me for a while, I will change into clean shoes."
Today, Mo Changyou put on a new set of clean and tidy clothes. They were not particularly nice-looking new clothes. It's very clean and tidy, making people look very comfortable.
The clean shoes that Mo Changyou said were not shiny leather shoes, but a pair of old-fashioned Jiefang shoes that had been worn only a few times and only cost eighteen yuan.
"Let's go, call your second sister-in-law and the others on the way."
More and more people gathered on the road. Mo Jingchun counted them. Including himself and his sister Candy, there were enough people. 19 people.
No one seemed to be in a hurry to leave, as if they were waiting for someone.
More than ten minutes later, Mo Jingchun finally knew who and what everyone was waiting for.
A wreath, as well as gongs and drums placed in the ancestral hall.
The deceased old man Liu's house was not too far away, just over two miles away. While standing on the road waiting for someone, Mo Jingchun could hear the sound of firecrackers coming from that direction.
Twenty-three people walked for more than ten minutes and approached the principal’s house. Mo Jingchun’s third uncle held a wreath and walked at the front of the group. The uncle and the others also picked up gongs and drums and beat them rhythmically. got up.
The sound of firecrackers crackled, and Mo Jingchun protected his sister Candy's face with his hands to prevent any firecrackers from exploding into her sister Candy's face.
Regarding Mo Jingchun's protection, this guy looked unhappy, and with one hand, the little guy couldn't see it.
After the firecrackers were set off, Mo Jingchun used his right hand to protect his sister. Looking at the uncle and the others who were still beating gongs and drums, the little guy opened his mouth wide, showing an expression that he had never seen in the world.
The old man playing gongs and drums walked into the living room of the principal's house, walked around the old man's coffin a few times, and then came out.
Mo Jingchun stood in the yard holding his sister Candy and did not go in.
In the yard, you can see the living room, but you can't see the big red coffin, because the front of the coffin is covered by a particularly large white cloth like a curtain.
After the uncle came out, he reached out and took the candy over.
“Go and kowtow. When you come out, I will take you to the accountant to pay the gift money.”
"Okay."
The host specially placed two old quilts on the floor where the guests were kowtowing.
Mo Jingchun walked into the living room alone, made the sign of the cross, and knelt on the quilt. In an instant, the elderly and junior people wearing sackcloth and filial piety fell to their knees.
After kowtowing, Mo Jingchun stood up and quickly helped everyone up.
Mo Jingchun knew how painful it was to kneel on the ground for a long time. After three days, his knees were all black.
In the yard, Mo Changyou nodded to Mo Jingchun when he saw Mo Jingchun coming out.
"Come with me to the accountant to pay the gift money."
Mo Jingchun hugged the little guy who was back in his arms and followed the uncle's steps.
"Xiaochun, you have to remember that no matter whether it is a happy event or a simple matter, when you pay the account, you must see that the accountant's name and the amount are correct before you give them the money."
"Sometimes, mistakes are inevitable. At this time, it depends on yourself."
In front of the dilapidated table, two accountants sat, one responsible for keeping accounts and the other responsible for counting and collecting money.
"Mo Changyou, two hundred."
Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the account book, Mo Changyou nodded and gave up his position to Mo Jingchun to pay the gift money.
Without thinking, Mo Jingchun just blurted out, "Mo Chang'an, 500."
500 yuan was obtained from the uncle.
Before Mr. Accountant could do the accounting, a rough big hand slapped Mo Jingchun on the head. Mo Jingchun was stunned.
Mo Jingchun turned his head and looked at the uncle with a puzzled face. He was so good, why should he hit him.
Mo Changyou glared at Mo Jingchun fiercely. He originally wanted to say, "There is no reason to keep accounts and record dead people."
But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them alive. .
“Next time, remember, you are the head of the family, and your name must be recorded when keeping accounts.”
Mo Jingchun opened his mouth, and his heart felt as if he was pricked by a needle, which was painful.
The accounting clerk wearing a pair of reading glasses turned aside Mo Jingchun and asked Mo Changyou: "Is he the son of Mo Chang'an, the fourth son of your family?"
Mo Nagatomo smiled and said, "I'm making you laugh. I'm a college student in Beijing. There are no rules at all." If you understand, just remember his name, Mo Jingchun."
The accountant shook his head and said while keeping accounts: "It's normal, no one teaches him, how can young people know."
< br>After paying the gift, Mo Jingchun seemed a little silent and in a bad mood.
"Xiaochun, sit at the same table with us. Your uncle and the others are going to drink, so don't join in the fun." Mo Jingchun's second sister-in-law grabbed Mo Jingchun's arm and pulled her to the same table with her.
At the dinner table, everyone was talking and laughing, but in the main living room, everyone was crying. PS: Thanks to Yansuo Yunlou Yunsuoyan, the first chapter, and the reward for earning hundreds of millions first. (^^*)
(End of this chapter)