My 1979

Seeing groups of people passing in front of her, she understood that these people were all here to attend the Li family's funeral.

Sang Yongbo was directing traffic from the front. All cars that came in drove into the wheat fields, and there was no room for them to stop in the village.

Many people dragged straw and straw to the wheat fields to prevent their cars from sinking in.

There are very few people in the village who farm. Most of the fields are given to relatives and friends in other villages. Many people come to see the fields early in the morning for fear that the rain will flood the fields.

The wheat field was ruined in this way. Not only was it lifeless, but it also took the initiative to put water on the shovel and help spread the wheat straw. The Li family was a big local family, so they had to give this face.

What's more, Li He donated money for local education, built bridges and built roads, and everyone benefited more or less.

Sang Yongbo opened the canvas bag in his hand, took out the money, and stuffed it into everyone's arms without counting it. "We can't waste it in vain. We should take it all."

Although he no longer farms, he knows who owns the fields at the entrance of the village and who is planting them.

No matter who owns it, if it is ruined, you will have to pay for it, as it is only natural.

He was very wealthy, mistaking money as money and stuffing it into everyone's hands one by one.

Everyone was a little embarrassed to take the money in public, but seeing Sang Yongbo's enthusiasm, he seemed annoyed if he didn't accept the money, so he continued anyway. Everyone, a few of them, received tens of thousands of yuan, and they were overjoyed.

Even if the entire land is harvested in a year, there won't be much harvest, and even if the seeds, pesticides, and fertilizers are removed, there will be very little left.

In the tragic situation of the Li family today, it was really inconvenient for them to laugh and laugh.

Before Pan Ying reached the door of Li's house, he heard the loud sound of suona in the distance. When he arrived at the door, he saw fifty or sixty people sitting in the shed at the door, bulging their cheeks.

The mix of this group of people is weird.

There are young people, old men, and even women. Some are dressed in a rustic style, and they look like they specialize in Baishi. Some are wearing white shirts, ties, and shiny leather shoes, and they look like teachers. , two of the women were exquisitely dressed, wearing long skirts, and they looked even more outstanding inside.

He Zhou was standing idle at the door smoking, staring at the foot of the right wall of Li's door.

Pan Ying poked him and said, "What are you looking at? What happened to them?"

His father was standing there with two middle-aged men wearing glasses. The two middle-aged men had red ears and thick necks, and kept stamping their feet, as if they had been insulted by her father.

He Zhou blew out a smoke ring and said, "Uncle Li liked the suona when he was alive. Uncle Li went all over the place looking for people who could play the suona. Many people from both sides of the river, including those from Xinyang across the river, came over and looked for them behind. I picked up the vocal music teacher from the school and didn't tell them in detail what I was doing. As a result, when I got out of the car, I saw that it was playing at a funeral.

It’s embarrassing to say that they don’t want to do anything anymore, but they are also high-level intellectuals and vocal experts.

No, your dad is negotiating with someone. "

Pan responded, "This is too unreliable."

Looking in the direction of her father without blinking, her father took out a wad of bills from the bag in his hand and stuffed them into their pockets.

After a while, two middle-aged men puffed their cheeks and joined the suona choir.

Groups of people entered Li's house one after another. Sang Yongyang, Guo Dongyun, Wang Ziwen, and Yu Dehua stood in the yard to greet each other.

He Zhou felt that he was getting in the way here, and said to Pan, "I can't help here, so I'll go back first."

Pan Ying grabbed him and asked, "No, when did you come back?"

"Let's go, it's too noisy." The sound of the suona was so loud that He Zhou struggled to listen and was tired from speaking, so he led Pan Ying towards his home.

Pan Ying really couldn't help the Li family, so he had to follow He Zhou.

He Zhou said as he walked, "My mother called me last night, and then I asked Jiawei to drive and come back with them."

This summer he was still working at his mother's workplace as in previous years, but he changed his position. This time he was no longer a porter, but a courier riding an electric tricycle.

The same people work early and work late, and the same people are as tired as a dog. The difference is that as a courier, you have no human rights. You adhere to the principle of customer first, and you can't refute even if you are called a dog.

There were rumbles in the sky from time to time, and helicopters landed and then took off, all flying towards the river slope.

He Zhou said, "Hey, dear, where did Hepo come from with so many helicopters? Didn't they say there was air traffic control? How could there be so many helicopters all at once?"

Pan responded, "It hasn't stopped since night. I estimate there are more than a hundred of them. Look, it's only around eight o'clock now. There will probably be more in the afternoon."

He Zhou lit a pipe again, "You can't tell. Uncle Li's scene is quite big. Let's put it this way. Just now, I have met five or six people on China's richest list."

On the road, in front of and behind the houses, there are all people, some gathering together to smoke, some chatting, in twos and threes.

Pan Ying pointed at them and whispered, "None of them are ordinary people at all. Look, how many ordinary people can drive a helicopter, go out with so many bodyguards, secretaries, and drivers? None of them are simple."

He Zhou nodded and said, "It's true, they all look familiar, but I don't know their names."

The two stood at the entrance of the village and watched as cars began to drive out of the village.

Near noon, half of the cars in the village were gone.

Li Pei, Li Lan and others are back.

Pan Ying discovered that in just a short while, the elegiac couplet sent by others had already snaked from the gate of Li's house to the entrance of the village.

When they arrived at the main room, the Li family, big and small, were sitting on their knees by two walls, each looking haggard.

Qi Hua came over and said to Li He, "Mr. Li, Secretary He is leaving."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Jun walked in, squatted in front of Li He who was about to get up, and said gently, "Old friend, you're welcome. I have a meeting in the afternoon. I'll leave first. You take care of yourself, and I'm sorry."

Li He nodded, "Then I won't give it away."

There were too many people coming, and he couldn't cope with them at all. Fortunately, Qi Hua and Guo Dongyun were familiar with his circle of friends and could do a good job in personnel reception.

After He Jun left, Li Zhaohui rubbed his red and swollen eyes, entered the main room, and said to Li He, "Go to the kitchen and eat something. How can you do without eating? It's only three days, don't be unable to hold on."

When I heard the news of my brother's death, I hurried back from the provincial capital at night.

He didn't expect his brother to leave so quickly.

Li He blew out smoke rings and said, "I'm not hungry."

Li Zhaohui said, "If you don't eat, I don't care. The children have to eat. If you don't take the lead, who will have the nerve to eat?"

Li He looked at Li Ke, Yang Huai and the others, shook his head, and went to the kitchen to eat something. After finishing the food in a few bites, he continued to sit down in the main room.