"Xiaochun~"

"Xiaoharu~"

Mo Jingchun, who was still worried about the little hair on his forehead, heard the shouts of his uncle Mo Changyou. 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 and set off. Otherwise, you won't be able to catch the first meal."

Mo Jingchun responded loudly: "I'm already up. I'll be down soon."

Mo Jingchun, who returned to the bedside, looked at the candy lying on the bed, looking at his candy innocently with a smile on his face. Mo Jingchun silently said to himself: "My sister is still young, so let's just be silly when she gets silly. Anyway, she looks pretty good."

Very cute."

You see, the little guy is not smiling very happily.

Besides, as long as you put on the pink fluffy bunny 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-eared 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 people to repair a few years ago has cracked and peeled off in many places, especially the side near the river.

The already cracked cement road, under the tension of rain and river water, has cracked into cracks 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.

"It's better to find someone to repair it after the New Year. You can't go home later because the road will be gone."

The candy in Mo Jingchun's arms was 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 a while while I change into clean shoes."

Today, Mo Changyou put on a new set of clean and tidy clothes. They were not particularly good-looking new clothes, but they were very clean and tidy and made people look very comfortable.

And 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 18 yuan.

"Let's go, call your second sister-in-law and the others on the way."

On the highway, more and more people gathered. Mo Jingchun counted, including himself and his sister Candy, there were 19 people.

No one seemed to be in a hurry to leave, as if they were waiting for someone.

After more than ten minutes, 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.

The 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 procession. The uncle and the others also picked up gongs and drums and started beating rhythmically.

The firecrackers crackled loudly, 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 with 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, on the other hand, 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 bright red coffin, because the front of the coffin is covered by a particularly large white cloth used by the host family, like a curtain.

After the uncle came out, he reached out and took the candy over.

"Go ahead and kowtow. When you come out, I will take you to the accountant to pay you the gift money."

"good."

On the floor where the guests kowtowed, the host specially placed two old quilts.

Mo Jingchun walked into the living room alone, made the sign of the cross, and knelt on the quilt. In an instant, all the old people and descendants wearing sackcloth and mourning 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 after seeing Mo Jingchun coming out.

"Come with me to the cashier to pay the gift money."

Mo Jingchun hugged the little guy who was back in his arms and followed the steps of the uncle.

"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 amount are correct before you give them the money."

"Sometimes, mistakes are inevitable. At this time, it's up to you."

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."

When Mo Changyou saw that there was nothing wrong with the account book, he 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."

The 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 back alive.

"Remember next time, 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 had been pricked by a needle, which was painful.

The accountant, who was wearing a pair of reading glasses, turned aside from Mo Jingchun and asked Mo Changyou: "Is he the son of Mo Chang'an, your fourth son?"

Mo Changyou smiled and said, "I'm going to make you laugh. He's a college student in Beijing. He doesn't understand any rules. Just remember his name, Mo Jingchun."

The accountant shook his head and said while keeping accounts: "It's normal. No one pays it. How could young people know about it?"

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 host's living room, everyone was crying.
Chapter completed!