"Xuewu is back," Liu Haizhong came out of the house carrying two benches and greeted Li Xuewu.

"You didn't bring the children back, did you?"

"No, my mother and I came back together."

Li Xuewu responded, and just as he was about to step forward to pick him up, Si Zhu was close and stretched out his hand to help.

"Sit for a while and rest your feet."

Liu Haizhong looked back at his home and saw his third son also coming out, so he ordered: "Boil two pots of water."

"Why--"

Liu Guangfu was very happy. He put down the two benches he had just brought out and went to burn the stove without touching the floor.

Yi Zhonghai propped himself up and moved to the edge of the stool to sit down. He beat his legs and motioned for Li Xuewu to sit down too.

Li Xuewu observed the ceremony and waited for Liu Haizhong to sit down, then he picked up the square bench and sat down.

Seeing the big-faced cat and the moon gate dodging, he waved.

"I'll stop it overnight and send it out tomorrow morning."

Yi Zhonghai and Li Xuewu were talking to each other about the funeral arrangements of the deaf old lady.

After a while, Yan Fugui, Lao Qi and others from the front yard also came in.

In the same way as Li Xuewu did before, he kowtowed and bowed.

Because Auntie and Delia left, there was only rain in the mourning hall, crying and mourning, and Shazhu knelt at the door to return the favor.

When Yan Fugui came over to bow, Yi Zhonghai moved forward to return the favor, but was held up by his arm.

As far as this matter is concerned, no matter what your status is in normal times, when it comes to white matters, there are only two people: host and condolences.

Yi Zhonghai and Shazhu were wearing sackcloth and mourning, so they had to kneel down to return the favor. Of course, those who came to express their condolences could not do anything to them.

Although it is said that there is a deaf old lady's house here, people who live in this courtyard know how the aunt has served the old lady for so many years.

"I hit it, I hit it, don't cry."

Lao Qi kowtowed in front of the mourning hall, stretched out his hand to support Shazhu who was kowtowing in return, and said something to He Yuyu in the mourning hall, and then came to the crowd.

"Did you just get off work?"

"you do not say--"

Lao Qi took out the cigarettes in his pocket and wanted to disperse them to everyone, but Silly Zhu pressed his hand and handed over a cigarette.

He didn't pay much attention. He took Sha Zhu's cigarette, let the other party help him light it, and sat next to Li Xuewu.

"We entered the courtyard with the third uncle."

"Isn't it pretty good in the morning?"

Yan Fugui took over the conversation, looked at the uncle and said, "When Zhuzi came out of the backyard, I asked him a question and said he even chatted a few words."

"The oil has run out and the lamp has dried up. I have spent my last bit of hard work."

Silly Zhu held the cigarette in his hand, spread it around for everyone, and replied: "It should be the time to return to the light at noon."

This is all well understood, otherwise Silly Zhu wouldn’t be able to ask for leave, so he would work half a day.

Yi Zhonghai is now a member of the factory's safety production standardization promotion working group and is no longer in the workshop.

Of course, it is not an office, but a worker, participating in the work with professional skills.

The working group has a lot of business, guiding and helping each workshop to complete the construction of safety production standardization.

It was more difficult for him to ask for leave than it was for Si Zhu. He waited in the factory for a letter from Si Zhu before rushing back.

"Okay, I'm quite content—"

Yi Zhonghai let out a long sigh and said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't suffer, I didn't get hurt, it's a blessing."

"Isn't that right? Blessed people are."

Yan Fugui held a cigarette in his ear, hugged the knee of his left leg with both hands, nodded and agreed: "If she really collapses on the bed, let alone serving, she will feel uncomfortable herself."

"I have been strong all my life——"

Silly Zhu squatted on the ground and dug into his pocket, wanting to smoke, but what he took out was only an empty cigarette box.

Li Xuewu threw most of the box of cigarettes in his pocket over. He caught it and held one in his mouth.

After lighting it, he wanted to throw it back, but saw Li Xuewu wave his hand, so he put it in his pocket.

"The hardest thing to ask for is asking for help. When I was dying, I said that I only owed my uncle and my aunt."

"I don't even think about owing anything."

Yi Zhonghai said in a low voice: "After so many years, I am still my biological mother even if I am not my biological mother."

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The big-faced cat seemed a little afraid of the atmosphere here. When he saw Uncle Wu waving, he moved over after a while.

"Uncle Wu——"

"Have you finished feeding the chickens?"

Li Xuewu took a look at the fat boy standing next to him and rubbed his big head.

Bang Jian secretly glanced at the candles and coffin in the mourning hall, with curiosity and solemnity on his face.

"Do you know where the tea is in my house?"

Li Xuewu saw that he only nodded and said nothing, so he turned his head in one direction and motioned to the house opposite.

"Pick out the chairs and benches you can move and bring them over, and then help me get the tea leaves and the cigarettes under the coffee table."

The big-faced cat was encouraged by him and gained some courage, and ran to the other side.

At this moment, a few boys in the front and back yard brought an Eight Immortals table over, while Delia brought some teacups and rice bowls.

There are not so many details in the courtyard. Even if you are drinking tea, if there are too many people, you can only make do with your rice bowl.

It has to be said that Li Xuewu brought out his own tea, otherwise everyone could only drink hot water.

It's not that Yiye and Shazhu were unprepared, it's just that things came to nothing and there weren't that many people to help.

Especially now that I have got off work, my neighbors in the front and back yards and on the left and right are all back.

After I got home and packed up, I wanted to come here to pay my respects before dinner.

Regardless of whether they are relatives or not, and whether they have regular contact with each other, if they don't come today, if their family has something to do tomorrow, no one else will go.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Shazhu and the first man knelt back again.

Delia was busy here, and the aunt wiped her tears and returned to the mourning hall from home.

Several groups of people from the courtyard came, and they all kowtowed.

Carrying a few pieces of paper money with intention, but without intention, I went here to pay my respects. After saying a few words to the uncle and Silly Zhu, I turned around and went back.

The big-faced cat was obedient, and now moved a few stools from Li Xuewu's house with a squeaking sound.

He ran back and came out again, holding a box of tea and a carton of cigarettes in his arms.

Li Xuewu took the cigarettes, opened a box and threw it on the Eight Immortals table, and threw the rest to Silly Zhu.

As for the tea, he called Banggeng and handed it to Liu Guangfu who came out with a big kettle.

"Guangfu, please put more tea leaves!"

Yan Fugui saw that Liu Guangfu was embarrassed to take the tea bucket and order it into the big kettle, so he said hello.

Everyone looked at him with contempt in their eyes.

But everyone in the courtyard knew what kind of virtue he was, and Li Xuewu, who had taken the tea, was not bad at it, so no one said anything about him.

Another thing, this is nothing. A little quarrel is disrespectful to one's age.

Therefore, after hearing him talk, everyone just thought he was farting.

After Liu Guangfu came back from the fight, he talked less and less, and he just responded to his father's orders and went ahead with it.

Being less talkative does not mean that a person is stupid, but his mind is still very lively.

When the third uncle spoke, he just didn't listen.

He knew exactly how much tea should be put in the kettle when he was a freshman, so he couldn't waste his energy on it.

This tea belongs to the opposite party, not the enemy.

Another one, Li Xuewu is sitting here, can he be on the path of the third uncle?

Li Xuewu didn't care if he kept too much, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

When the time comes, should I blame the third uncle or him?

The third uncle didn't run away, he can't be brainless.

The big kettle brewed tea, and he poured tea into the tea bowls and rice bowls on the table.
To be continued...