Yang Mingyi's funeral was the most lively and luxurious event in Taohua Village in history.

Not to mention the people in the village, even those who came from all over the world to see the funerals, no matter where they came from, they praised them, saying that this was the most pleasing funeral they had ever seen in their lives.

People from all walks of life do not count, but only people within the group, and there are tens of thousands of people.

The thousands of flowing tables that Yang Fei said are definitely not exaggerated.

Chen Ruoling, Yang Hua and his son arrived the next day and have been living in Yang Fei's house.

Wei Xinyuan and other bosses, as well as Chen Mo, Ning Xin and others rushed over that night.

Chen Shaohua, Fu Heng and other friends also arrived in Taohua Village the next day.

All the hotels and B&Bs in Taohua Village are full.

Yang Fei discussed with many villagers and asked someone to stay in the idle rooms of the villagers.

Every household in Taohua Village has built three-story or even multi-story villas, with at least a dozen houses and dozens of houses. There are many idle houses, which are enough to arrange them.

Yang Fei set rules that no gifts will be accepted by all visitors regardless of their identity.

As long as everyone comes, they will eat and stay for free.

In this way, others' complaints about the Yang family were eliminated.

Yang Fei spent money like flowing water and did not accept gifts. No matter how big the show was, he spent his family’s money, and no one could say anything.

During the five days, Yang Fei hardly closed his eyes. Fortunately, he was young, so it didn't matter if he stayed for a few days.

On the day of the funeral, the funeral procession lasted for more than ten miles. The coffin circled around Taohua Village. The people carrying the flag in front walked to this end. The people behind the team were still waiting for their departure at home.

I can’t count how many cars there are, and I can’t count how many people have come!

From the high-ranking officials and nobles in Beijing, provinces, and cities to the peddlers and pawns, there are people from all walks of life.

Yang Mingyi was eighty-three years old and died in his sleep. He could be regarded as a death toll, which is what the folk saying is joyful and funeral.

Therefore, most of the people who saw off their fare were smiling, smiling happily, and chatting and laughing.

Yang Liyuan and Wu Suying's brothers and sisters are all here.

Thanks to Yang Fei's help, these uncles and aunts' families either found decent and good jobs or started a good business. Every family has a house and a car, and their lives have long entered a well-off or even affluent class.

On the day of the funeral, the red sun was in the sky and the cool breeze was blowing. It was a rare and breeze-like summer day.

The team was moving slowly and the funeral road, which usually took only one hour, took more than five hours and did not arrive on the mountain until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Fortunately, I never missed the auspicious time.

Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up the mountain, there were people attending funerals all over the mountain.

Everyone sighed: "It's good for rich people. Look at the podium and look at the popularity! Tsk tsk! It's really a bit of knowledge."

"This is called "rich are in the deep mountains and have distant relatives! Although the Yang family lives in the mountains, whenever there is anything, people from all over the country will come!"

"What kind of sour? If you have the ability, you will be the richest man!"

"I'm not sour, I'm just telling the truth."

"I heard that Yang Fei has trillions of assets! Oh my God, how much is that?"

"Triple billion? Is it a lie? How could there be so many? Ten billion is the best."

"Ten hundred billion? You know nothing about the wealth of rich people! What is ten billion? At least ten billion!"

"How much is a hundred billion?"

"One thousand billion! One thousand million! You want to go! No matter which country Yang Fei goes to, he can be received by a foreign president!"

"If I had so much money, I would buy lamb every meal!"

"Tsk! You know mutton? Not to mention Yang Fei's food, but when you go and see the food of Su Tong's family, they eat delicacies, and people are tired of mutton! I heard that Su Tong's confinement period costs more than 100,000 yuan a month for buying vegetables!"

"That's right! Yang Fei probably spent millions on these five days of funerals! He didn't charge a penny gift, and every guest had to send cigarettes, wine, and gift packs. Who has such a generous family? How strong is this to dare to do this?"

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All kinds of discussions came one after another.

The moment the coffin was buried, dark clouds suddenly rose in the sky and a strong wind blew.

Several women from the Yang family burst into tears together.

No matter how my father was when he was born, it will be painful to truly see him in the moment.

There was only a small bunch of land on the mountain, but there was a father and a grandfather missing on earth.

Yang Fei stood next to the tomb, silent.

The past is like a tide, rushing to the present.

He took a worker's shovel, shoveled up the loess himself, and covered his grandfather's coffin.

It was already five or six o'clock in the evening when I finished the ceremony and went down the mountain to go home.

After dinner, the guests said goodbye one after another.

Taohua Village, which had been lively for five days, finally became quiet.

Jiang Ziqiang and others were Yang Fei's best friends and were invited to stay for one more day.

Jiang Xiaojia and Chu Xiu also took leave and were playing in the yard with a few children.

Yang Fei and others were having wine and chatting in the yard.

The pain of the old man's passing is gradually fading away, and the living will eventually return to the track of life.

Yang Fei toasted Jiang Ziqiang with a glass of wine and said, "Brother Jiang, thank you for your hard work these days, I've been with me all the time."

Jiang Ziqiang said: "A family, I'll talk about two families."

Wan Aimin smiled and said, "My father passed away, thanks to your help! Xiaojia is studying in Shanghai and asks you to take care of her."

Jiang Ziqiang said: "It's just that we shouldn't buy a car for them. It's too unconventional for such a young child to drive to and from school."

Wan Aimin said: "I think it's good to buy a car, but you shouldn't buy such an expensive car. They are still students! How can you live in the future when you develop luxurious living habits?"

Yang Fei said: "This car is still expensive? Xiaojia still wants to buy a supercar worth tens of millions! Fortunately, there is no car available in the 4S store, so I picked up this one."

Wan Aimin said: "Now they have you to take care of you and don't treat you as an outsider. When they grow up in the future, where can they find such a good boyfriend and husband? They have developed the problem of being arrogant and low-key, and they will definitely not be able to get married in the future."

Yang Fei said: "I have heard of one thing. A family gave birth to a daughter. Every time on her birthday or holiday, the father would buy a handful of flowers to give to her daughter."

Wan Aimin said: "Weird! What does the father give flowers to his daughter? How much money is burning?"

Yang Fei said: "This father has his own explanation. He feels that his daughter has been used to collecting flowers since she was a child. When she grows up, she will be immune to flowers and will not be moved by a man's bouquet of flowers."

"Haha! Interesting!" Jiang Ziqiang smiled, "I was chasing Aimin, and the first time I gave me flowers, she was really moved and cried. I held her hand as early as possible that day."

Wan Aimin gave her husband a blank look: "Go and go! Don't be proud of me here! I am the kind of girl who has never seen the world before! A bouquet of flowers falls! Yang Fei is right, his daughter needs to be raised in wealth! We will send her more flowers in the future!"

Jiang Ziqiang said: "She has even a car worth more than three million yuan, but she still cares about flowers worth more than 30 yuan a bouquet?"

Wan Aimin said: "Flowers and cars are different. Flowers have a natural ability to confuse girls."

As he was talking, Yang Fei's phone rang.
Chapter completed!