Man Bao thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll ask him, Dad, is our uncle really dead?"
The smile on Old Zhou's face froze, he let out a long sigh, pulled out the cigarette stick pinned to his waist, nodded and said, "Yes, he's dead."
Man Bao turned around and squatted with him, propped his chin with both hands, and sighed faintly, "I haven't seen my uncle yet."
Old Zhou's eyes turned red as soon as he put the bong into his mouth, and he choked on the smoke. He couldn't help coughing violently, and then tears and snot flowed down his nose.
Old Zhou Tou wiped it carelessly, then turned his head and forced a smile to the surprised Man Bao, "I'm choking..."
The tears seemed to be wiped away.
While wiping his eyes, Old Zhou murmured vaguely, "This is too choking..."
Man Bao didn't know why, but also became very sad. She patted her chest and promised, "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely make Bai Shanbao cheaper."
Of course, Bai Shanbao can't be cheap, because he just learned from his cousin that the grain merchants may not have received the grain, so the price of wheat has risen again. To thirty-two Wen a Dou.
I heard that the wheat sold from the grain shop has also increased by two pennies. Obviously, the old and cunning grain merchants are not willing to pay more for nothing.
So Bai Shanbao's remaining three sacks of wheat can be sold easily, as long as a grain merchant finds them, they can sell them for thirty-two cash.
If it wasn't for the fact that Manbao was an acquaintance, and his eyes were still a little red, and it looked like he had just cried, he would have sold it to her for thirty cents.
Man Bao's eyes were still a little red because he choked with her father just now, so he discussed with Bai Shanbao: "Then you tell my father, you sold us cheap, and I will make up for the missing money, okay?"
Bai Shanbao scratched his head and asked, "Why are you so troublesome, you just tell your father that you paid me to buy it?"
"No, my dad is happier with cheaper wheat."
She spends money and Lao Zhou spends money, and it is the same in Lao Zhou's heart.
"Okay, then how much do I have to tell your father?"
"Twenty Wen?"
"Will your father believe it?"
Man Bao thought about it and thought maybe not.
"Then let's say twenty-five cash," Bai Shanbao said, "you can make up for the missing money later on."
"no problem."
After talking about the business, the two children sat on the stone not far from the gate and talked, "I see that your house is noisy, what are they doing?"
"My father is going to attend my uncle's funeral, and also invite the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple to summon his soul. In the future, during the holidays, my uncle's family can come back to have dinner with my grandparents."
Bai Shanbao thought for a while and said: "My father doesn't seem to be summoning souls, should I also summon my father?"
"No need," Man Bao didn't know much about it, so he was a little hesitant, "Didn't your father have a dead body? My uncle's family has no bones left, so I want to summon the soul."
"Okay, when will the funeral start, and then I will deliver the funeral ceremony."
"Maybe the day after tomorrow, my eldest brother and the others are going to buy a coffin tomorrow."
Bai Shanbao asked curiously, "Are you going?"
Man Bao shook his head, "Children can't go."
In fact, coffins are generally made by carpenters in the coffin shop with their own wood, but there are always those who die unexpectedly and are too late to prepare. At this time, they need to go to the coffin shop to buy ready-made coffins.
Sometimes there is nothing left in the coffin shop, and you have to borrow it from others, or directly embezzle the ones made by others in the shop. There are too many troublesome things here, and a child like Man Bao should stay away from these dark things, Qian How could you let her follow
Man Bao returned home with the good news, and Lao Zhou took his two sons to buy the three bags of wheat. Of course, he would like to thank Bai Shanbao.
Then stop by to find Master Bai, tell him about Zhou Yin, imply that Zhou Yin's matter should be forgotten here, and by the way, ask him to go to burn incense when he is free, and their family should also be grateful to Master Bai Woolen cloth.
Master Bai already knew what happened from his aunt, and knew that it was written by Mr. Wei in the capital, so he readily agreed.
Old Zhou Tou transported the grain home, and said to Zhou Zhoulang: "I reckon there are a lot of people here, but at the moment, every family is not rich, so let's get more flour, so that we don't have enough to eat when the time comes. Ugly."
Wednesday Lang nodded.
"Shut all three bags, and collect the wheat bran. Leave one bag of wheat bran from the three bags of wheat, grind it and mix it into flour."
Zhou Zhoulang: "...Father, will this not look good?"
"It's not good-looking, but it's affordable." Old Zhou Tou patted him on the head and said, "Even though our village has harvested a lot of wheat this year, none of them let their stomachs eat white noodles, and you don't even look at the whole village. How many people are there, as well as your uncle's family, relatives in each house..."
Old Zhou gritted his teeth and said, "And my uncle's house!"
Zhou Zhoulang thought of something, shook his head, nodded again and again, and asked, "Father, is one bag of wheat bran enough? Do you want to add more?"
Old Zhou Tou hesitated for a moment, "Although it needs to be affordable, it can't be too unattractive. The steamed buns should be delicious. Why don't you ask your sister-in-law, she is the one who makes steamed buns, she should understand .”
Zhou Zhoulang rubbed his head, and sure enough, he went to the kitchen to ask Xiaoqian.
After a while, he was kicked out by Xiaoqian, "You can think of it, and you can mix a bag of wheat bran, can it be kneaded into steamed buns? I think it's too much for me to mix one catty of ten catties of flour, that's all." If you want to mix three bags of wheat with one..."
Zhou Zhoulang ran away with his head shrunk, looking for his father pitifully.
Old Zhou Tou sighed sadly, "Okay, take another bag of wheat from home to grind, alas, let your sister-in-law mix some wheat bran into the steamed buns at night, let's save some , there is still some days before the summer harvest."
Zhou Zhoulang nodded and turned to move the wheat.
Mrs. Qian was giving Zhou Dalang the money to buy the coffin, "It's not that the coffin made now is much more expensive. You should bring five taels of silver and try to buy the best one. Your uncle and your aunt are buried together. Buy something as spacious as possible.”
Zhou Dalang agrees.
Qian opened another money box, took out a sling of money from it and gave it to him, "I also bought white paper, linen, and white flags from the coffin shop. Be careful, don't miss anything. We've only got one day to attend the funeral, and it's a decent thing to do."
Qian wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Back then, people were buried in a hurry, and there was only one mat and one quilt. Now they have to come back properly, and then go out properly."
Zhou Dalang took the money and agreed.