"Think about Fengzi. If Xiaoxuan inherits the family business one day and has more than a hundred fish boats, we can help people transport cultural relics from the mainland."
"Just like what Master Yao did back then, we take 30%, earn 30,000 from 100,000, and 300,000 from 1 million, regardless of whether they are from the south or the north, as long as they give us money, we will give it away! Think about how big this is
profit."
"Shut up," I pointed at Dou Sprout and said, "Don't say anything you shouldn't say in the future. No one will think you are dumb!"
What surprised me was Xiaoxuan's reaction. She didn't seem to hear her. She just smiled and said, "Let's go and see the Taoist priests doing it."
After arriving at the place, before it started, the lights were on at the door of Tang Gui's house, some villagers were coming in and out, and a few women were sitting at the door eating melon seeds and looking after their children.
A little after nine o'clock, the second half of the dojo began.
A plate of apples was placed in front of the coffin, and a chair was placed opposite the coffin. On the chair was a photo of Tang Gui.
There are two white candles on both sides of the photo, and on the back of the chair hangs a piece of clothing that Tang Gui often wore during his lifetime.
The Taoist priest, dressed in red and yellow silk satin, grabbed a handful of rice and threw it in front of the chair, muttering something in his mouth.
Under the light of the candle, Tang Gui's photo looked a little white.
The Taoist priest with a mustache chanted like this for more than 40 minutes. I guess he just recited it blindly. After reciting the sutra, he threw the hanging clothes into a basin and burned them. The dojo was completed, and then Tang Gui's wife stayed overnight.
, just bury the coffin tomorrow.
People slowly dispersed and went back to their homes. We hid at the door and did not leave.
At half past ten, Tang Gui's wife turned off the light at the door, but there were stars that night and she could still see things.
We climbed over the wall with Dou Sprout, and we pulled Xiaoxuan up again. After jumping into the small courtyard, we tiptoed to the window and peeked in secretly.
In the room, Tang Gui's wife was still dressed in white.
She put three sticks of incense into the incense burner and stared at Tang Gui's photo.
"Sister-in-law, don't read it. It will make you sad if you read too much." At this time, Tang Gui's younger brother walked out of the back room.
"Why......"
The woman sighed: "Your brother just left. As the daughter-in-law of the Tang family, I was not able to leave a son and a half to his family. I feel a little ashamed."
Brother Tang Gui looked lonely. He walked to the photo and looked at it for a while. Then he suddenly smiled and stretched out his right hand, and slapped his sister-in-law on the butt.
"Sister-in-law, you are still pretending to be quiet. If my brother knew that you had been taking medicine behind his back, he would probably be furious."
"You didn't let me?"
Tang Gui's wife turned around and said angrily: "If the people in the village find out, I will be ashamed to live."
"Haha, ghosts will know."
Brother Tang Gui hugged his sister-in-law and said with a smile: "My brother is just a loser. He still wants to make a fortune by imitating other people's methods of saving taro? Is he that kind of material?"
"Besides, if you are such a wasteland, how can he satisfy you? You still have to rely on me."
"Don't touch me."
"Aren't you afraid that your brother will turn into a ghost and take revenge on you?"
"Haha, I'm afraid, the Taoist priest I spent so much money on has long since lost his soul after his salvation."
"From now on, I can come to this house whenever I want and leave whenever I want. Please let me touch it."
Douyazai was so shocked that he almost wiped the glass with his face, and Xiaoxuan was also dumbfounded.
"Hey, get up and drive."
Tang Gui's wife pushed the man away and said, "Let me ask you, what do you do with the clay statue in Zaizai Temple? The man named Tian gave 20,000 yuan. When will you go get it again?"
"I understand, let's wait for a while and then talk about it after these two days."
Through the glass, we saw that this man picked up Tang Gui's wife and slammed her against the coffin.
A few minutes later, the coffin lid squeaked as it shook.
Tang Gui's portrait was in a frame, and he happened to be watching this scene.
The candle is almost burned out. It may be because the flame has become smaller, or it may be due to the refraction of light when we look through the glass.
For a moment, I seemed to be dazzled.
In the photo, Tang Gui's smile disappeared little by little, and his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
