Chapter 274: Unable to Open the Coffin
Wangjia Village is not far from Licheng. Wang Dayong drove the ox cart and entered the village in more than an hour.
Qin Liuxi sat in the car and looked out. Wangjia Village is not far from Licheng, which is also a great advantage. The roads and even the houses in this village are relatively clean and new. The crops on both sides of the road are growing very well. Looking at the mountains in the distance, and the air is filled with moisture, it must be that there are rivers, mountains and water. Wangjia Village can be called a good Feng Shui.
After entering the village, someone greeted Wang Dayong. One of them hurriedly said: "Dayong, you are back, but you can go home quickly. The Hu family brought a spirit road here, saying that they want to see the situation of your father's coffin."
"What?" Wang Dayong was shocked. The Hu family is his stepmother's family. Who knows if they are really helping or want to make trouble with the spirit road?
He shouted back: "Master, hold on tight."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo whip in his hand fell on the cow, causing it to feel pain and run forward.
Qin Liuxi also heard what the villager said, and his eyebrows raised. Someone actually came to intercept first?
The old horse knows the way, and so does the cow. It quickly carried Wang Dayong and others back to Wang's house.
"Master, we're here." Wang Dayong got off the car to meet him, but saw Qin Liuxi had already jumped off the car.
Qin Liuxi looked at the grand house in front of him with white banners and white lanterns for funerals, and looked at the top of the house with his hands behind his back. It was indeed covered with a thick gray resentment, but it had not yet become evil, otherwise the funeral or condolences would have more or less problems.
"Your family is indeed a little rich."
Wang Dayong rubbed his hands, smiled and said, "My father is the village chief of Wangjia Village."
Qin Liuxi showed an expression of "I see, that's why". No wonder the funeral was so grand. There were tables and chairs outside the house. Villagers who came to help or pay their respects looked over curiously and whispered in their ears.
"Who is this? Didn't Dayong go to the city to order a new coffin lid? Why did he bring two young men?"
"Could they be acquaintances of the village chief and came to pay their respects after knowing that he died?"
"No way, the village chief is the village chief, how can he know such a noble young man? He looks like a young man from a big family."
"Yes, yes, this style is different from the kids in our village."
Village kids like Goudan, Gosheng and Jitou, who are about the same age as Qin Liuxi, are jealous and disdainful. How can these delicate young men be as good as them?
Their faces are so pale, like little girls, haha.
But she is really noble and beautiful.
Qin Liuxi was very sharp-eyed and heard all these comments and looks. She smiled slightly, which made people unable to look away.
"Brother, you are back. Go in quickly. The brothers from Hu's family found a sage and said that our house is not clean and there are evil spirits." A girl with a mourning hat and slightly dark skin ran out quickly. When she saw Qin Liuxi behind her, she was stunned and subconsciously stretched her linen clothes and asked, "Who is this?"
"Cui Lian, this is..."
"I am from Guan Ji Coffin Shop." Qin Liuxi said in front of Wang Dayong.
Wang Dayong was stunned for a moment and didn't understand why she said that, but when he thought about it, it was right. She was the owner of the coffin shop now.
"Oh, is it Guan Ji who helped my father make coffins? Isn't he an old man? Why is it a young man?" Wang Cui Lian said.
"Master Guan has passed away. I heard from your elder brother that there was a problem with the coffins produced by the shop, so I came to take a look." Qin Liuxi said with a smile.
After hearing this explanation, Wang Cuilian bowed to Qin Liuxi casually: "Thank you very much. Brother, please go in quickly."
Wang Dayong looked at Qin Liuxi, saw her nod, and walked in quickly.
Qin Liuxi followed him, while looking at the layout and personnel of the Wang family.
As the home of the village chief, the Wang family is indeed more impressive than the other villagers. Not only does the family have cows, but the house is also a big house with one entrance. It is square, with three main rooms, an east wing, a west wing, and a small ear room. There is a large courtyard in front of the house. There is a well in the south corner of the courtyard. There are also tables and chairs in the courtyard for people to pay their respects or do things.
Behind the Wang family's house, there is also an acre of land for growing vegetables, a thatched house, and a firewood room.
On the way here, Qin Liuxi and Wang Dayong found out the current population of the Wang family. His biological mother died six years ago, and less than a year later, Village Chief Wang remarried.
There are four brothers and two sisters in his generation. The second brother died when he encountered a big insect while hunting in the mountains. At that time, he had not given birth to a child, so his wife remarried. The third brother is a scoundrel. He married a wife last year, but they divorced within half a year because they did not get along. The fourth brother was born to his stepmother and is only four years old this year.
The two sisters, the eldest sister married a peddler, and then followed the peddler to do business. Now she has settled down in the northeast. Her father died, but she didn’t have time to send a message. The youngest sister is Wang Cuilian just now. She is sixteen years old and has been engaged to a family in the neighboring Tianjia Village. She was originally planning to marry there before the New Year, but now her father has suddenly died, so she can only move up the wedding date and get things done while the mourning period is hot.
The mourning hall was set up in the main house. Some villagers who came to help were looking in and discussing at the door. There was a lot of noise in the house, accompanied by a hint of crying.
Wang Dayong didn't care about Qin Liuxi and walked into the mourning hall quickly.
Qin Liuxi also stepped forward. Some people saw that she was dressed in luxurious clothes, and for some reason they didn't dare to stop her, but let her walk in easily.
In the middle of the mourning hall, there was a red coffin. The head of the coffin was dark because it was damaged by the burning of kerosene. But where no one else could see it, Qin Liuxi saw a fat little old man wearing a shroud squatting down. The person on the coffin was pointing at people and yelling curses. The words that came out of his mouth...
Qin Liuxi dug his ears.
If you can listen to it without paying, it’s very filthy.
She followed the finger of the unfortunate old Wang and her eyes fell on the face of a pale young woman wearing a mourning hat and linen clothes. She was about to cry and looked pitiful.
If you want to be pretty, be filial.
This is true. When Mrs. Hu was crying in mourning clothes, it made the men feel distressed. You can tell by looking at the eyes of the men in the room.
Is it just her appearance? Haha, an old man and a young wife are not a peaceful person.
"Pretending, bah." Wang Cuilian gritted her teeth and sighed.
Qin Liuxi raised his eyebrows lightly, this Wang family is really interesting.
"Third brother, what's going on?" Wang Dayong pulled his third brother Wang Sanquan over and frowned: "Why did the Hu family come looking for some kind of Shinto? Why didn't you stop it?"
Wang Sanquan's eyes flashed and he said: "Brother, everyone is here. Let's listen to what he says first. We can't keep dad's coffin unable to be lifted and buried, right? Isn't it possible that he is restrained by something?"
Qin Liuxi looked over, her eyes fell on his face for a moment, her eyes condensed, and her smile faded slightly.
"I'm going to kill you, you're the one who killed me, you're the one who killed me, you're the one who killed me, you're the one who killed me!" The little old man rushed over and slapped Wang Sanquan in the face.