470: Chapter 559: Funeral Arrangents (Seven) 470: Chapter 559: Funeral Arrangents (Seven) “You forgot, cousin, when you said you wanted to get married that year, there was no food at ho, so you borrowed so from us, Uncle,” he said glumly, “today, you’ve seen for yourself, for my uncle’s funeral, my family has indeed spent a lot of money,”
Zhou ErLang was tightly clutching his arm and leading him out, saying sorrowfully, “Last year was another year of disasters, and this year’s sumr grain hasn’t co in yet.
The wheat used for the banquet we’re holding was borrowed from the villagers, so Uncle, how about you return the rice you borrowed from us back then?”
Zhang Second struggled to break free from Zhou ErLang’s grip and said sternly, “I don’t rember such a thing.
Could it be that you’re mistaken?”
“Impossible, Uncle, I have a great mory.”
“Youngsters don’t rember things; otherwise, wait until I ask your father.
He definitely won’t know about this.”
With that, he hurriedly left.
Zhou ErLang curled his lip and turned to go back.
Zhou SiLang disdainfully pulled the bun from his mouth and handed it back to him.
Zhou ErLang took it and ate it, still looking down on Zhou SiLang, “Now you’re picky, but didn’t you grow up eating my saliva?”
Zhou SiLang almost threw up, “Second Brother, you say that one more ti!”
Zhou ErLang stopped teasing him.
Manbao peeked out from behind Zhou Sanlang to look at the Zhang family mbers searching all around the courtyard and said curiously, “I’ve never seen them before.”
“They are your grandmother’s family.
Our two families haven’t been in touch for several years.
It’s normal that you don’t rember,” him replied.
Zhou Dalang thought of sothing, his expression changed, “Oh no, Manbao’s room.”
Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang’s faces turned pale when they heard this, and they took off running to the small courtyard next door.
They knew full well that Manbao’s room was filled with many, many silver ingots.
The brothers charged into the small courtyard next door like two young calves and saw that Manbao’s door was shut tight with a lock securing it.
They both sighed with relief at the sa ti, then noticed that there seed to be noises coming from their rooms nearby.
The brothers looked at each other and crept forward.
Zhou Wulang slamd the door open with a “bang” and saw a dirty child going through his bamboo chest of clothes, while the quilt that had been neatly arranged on the bed was now a ss.
Zhou Wulang howled and lunged at the kid, pinning him down and imdiately began frisking his clothes.
Just as he was about to call Zhou Liulang for help, he saw Zhou Liulang dart out, and a stranger’s shout ca from the courtyard.
Zhou Wulang quickly covered the kid’s mouth underneath him and shouted outside, “Cover his mouth, search him, quickly search him!
I didn’t believe what Third Brother said at first, but it turns out to be true.
Are all you Zhang family thieves?”
Zhou Wulang searched the person thoroughly and finally found the eight coins hidden in his clothes.
Seeing a thief for the first ti in his life, Zhou Wulang was furious and began hitting, “For stealing money, for stealing!
The money I hid in my pillow hasn’t even been taken by my dad, yet you have the cheek to steal it?”
Zhou Liulang’s pleading calls resounded in the courtyard, “Fifth Brother, co help —”
Zhou Wulang gave the thief one final slap and rushed out to see his Sixth Brother being pinned and beaten.
Enraged, he threw himself into the fray…
When Zhou Sanlang and Zhou SiLang arrived, they saw their two younger brothers pressing down and beating a teenager, tearing up his already ragged clothes, and retrieving a few coins from a heap of cloth strips.
Zhou Sanlang & Zhou SiLang: …
Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang managed to drive the two troublemakers away, and then carefully checked the other rooms, only to discover that except for Zhou SiLang and Manbao’s rooms, which were locked, all the other rooms had been searched.
Daya, Erya, and Sanya’s flowers given by Manbao and originally kept in the room had all disappeared.
Angered, the brothers turned to find their parents.
Zhou Sanlang quickly stopped them, “Are you idiots?
Complaining to Mom and Dad won’t help with this kind of thing.
Co on, Third Brother will teach you, you go find Daya and the others…”
Zhou Sanlang shared his wisdom with the two, perhaps worried they would be at a disadvantage, and even gave Zhou SiLang a look, hesitating a mont before shaking his head.
Zhou SiLang asked, “Third Brother, what does your head shaking an?”
“It’s a pity you’re married, or else you’d still be a ‘child,'” Zhou Sanlang sighed, “but now you’re a father, and if you did such a thing and the uncles caught you, they definitely wouldn’t let you off, so better forget about it.”
Zhou SiLang’s eyes rolled around, advising Zhou Wulang, “What about your friends?
Call them up; damn it, they’ve bullied our Zhou family mbers all the way to our ho, do they think we are still children?”
With the youngest age, Zhou Liulang knew his uncles’ family was not good.
In his mories, every ti he was with them, he was bullied, but those mories were long since past.
After all, hadn’t the two families not dealt with each other for many years?
Yet this ti, the scenes of being bullied from his mory were not just recalled, but they were even more intense than before.
Zhou Liulang’s eyes reddened, he rolled up his sleeves with a grievance that carried a sobbing tone, “I have friends, I’ll go find them!”
Zhou Wulang naturally accompanied him.
They had always been the kings among the village children of the sa age, and with money and power over the years, they had developed a domineering presence, so how could they silently swallow this indignation?
Zhou Wulang and his friends went off in a fury to recruit help, while a storm brewed within the grand courtyard separated by just one wall.
The Daoist priests from the temple arrived, planning to eat before holding the soul-summoning ceremony, and then they would follow to the burial.
Ms.
Qian had visited the mountain yesterday with Zhou Yin’s birthdate to inquire about the auspicious ti for burial and had scheduled the hour for the soul-summoning.
Only then did the Daoist priests descend the mountain, and Old Zhou and Ms.
Qian went to greet them.
Manbao followed behind like a little tail, and Daohe grasped Manbao, whispering, “Your ho is quite lively, isn’t it?”
Manbao nodded noncommittally.
Seeing her distracted, Daohe sighed and said, “Condolences to your loss.”
Manbao nodded seriously.
While waiting for the Daoist priests to eat, Old Zhou returned to sit near the coffin, with Manbao beside him.
Zhao First and Zhang Second strolled into the courtyard from outside the gate, squinting at the sight of the Daoist priests sitting there.
The two directly entered the mourning hall, didn’t even remove their shoes, and sat down on the mats.
Manbao frowned.
Zhao First settled down next to Old Zhou and heaved a sigh, “Cousin, you haven’t visited my ho for several years now, have you?”
Old Zhou lifted his eyelids to glance at him but said nothing.
Although he couldn’t dismiss anyone or argue, he could ignore them.
Zhao First didn’t mind, sat cross-legged, his dirty shoes rubbing against the mats.
Old Zhou promptly turned his head away, adhering to the philosophy ‘out of sight, out of mind’.
Zhao First also looked up towards the interior, assuming he was looking at the coffin, and asked, “He was fine and well, how co he just passed away like that?”
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