Zhuyang's hometown is generally not low in the status of girls. Although the hometown is a rural area, it is also quite enlightened. The children in the village basically study and cultivate boys and girls.

There are no feudal bad habits, so it is no wonder that her aunt, who is almost eighty, doesn't agree with it after hearing this.

Zhu Yang asked again: "Then why didn't this child be gone?"

"Isn't it hot? Several young men just finished the college entrance examination and went to the reservoir to play, but no one of them got up. It was also a sin."

Every summer, there is no one who does not drown people by rivers, ponds, reservoirs, lakes. Although this kind of death is considered a crime, the responsibility lies with oneself in the end. It should not be that there is such a big injustice, and it is almost the same as a water ghost.

Tsk! When it comes to water ghosts, the gloomy life-seeking species has been replaced by a certain image of a slut in Zhu Yang's impression. When I think of this word, I can't be serious.

The aunt continued, "Damei just cries every day. She is about to go to college, but she suddenly loses it. She really can't stand it, but what's the point of making a yin relationship?"

"I don't know which one of them is urging me to harm my destiny. The young man is seventeen or eighteen years old and is afraid that he will be lonely below. You might as well burn a few more game consoles."

Zhu Weixin was happy to hear this: "Auntie, you are really keeping pace with the times."

The aunt touched him: "Good boy, your eldest nephew has been spending New Year's money on the game? It's called krypton gold, and your brother didn't kill him. You must be krypton too, don't think your aunt doesn't know."

Zhu Weixin was embarrassed: "I just bought a few sets of skins."

"What? Buy skin? What skin do you buy so well? Someone used to sell skin to buy apples and kidneys, but now they sell skin?"

"Auntie, why is it getting colder and colder during the chat?"

Zhu Yang slapped her brother, and she asked questions here, and she was talking far away.

He cut his brother shut up and continued to ask his aunt: "Where did the family who has made a yin relationship?"

The aunt thought for a while: "It seems that the matchmaker brought the girl's uncle to come here the day before yesterday, saying that it was a matching horoscope."

"uncle?"

Jieyin’s parents don’t come to negotiate with each other and ask their uncle to negotiate?

This is the first time Zhu Yang has seen such a thing, so he is not clear about the customs and laws.

But if you think about it from another perspective, you can make trouble for the daughter's body so much for tens of thousands of yuan, which shows that you will not deal with such things.

After all, if you have accumulated tens of thousands of yuan in total, after so many tricks in the middle, if you have any dirty things, you will suffer in vain after a fight.

This thing doesn't have any legal weapons to support you. Strictly speaking, it's impossible to get on top. Naturally, the fewer people in the scriptures, the better.

Zhu Yang asked his aunt again: "Are you familiar with this matchmaker? Which village is from?"

Their hometowns have a large population, and the villages are not far apart. Zhu Yang doesn't know many villagers and neighbors, but every time he comes back and listens to his aunt, there are still many people here who do a lot of miscellaneous business.

For example, the neighbor of my aunt's next door, Zhu Yang even went to her house to play when he was a child.

It is said that her family specializes in delivering babies. Twenty years ago, there were mothers in the ten-mile villages who came here to give birth in the middle of the night, but now they are all going to the hospital.

However, it is said that Zhu Yang and his mother delivered the baby.

Besides, there are also honey-raising people who make coffins, pig-killers, duck-driven people, popcorn-making wine-making, and even Zhu Yang vaguely remembers where there was a blacksmith when he was a child?

In short, although many professions have been eliminated by the times, they are born in any local job, so Zhu Yang asked my aunt if this matchmaker is a local.

The aunt said, "Why are there locals? It's said that they are from Damei and their parents' village. Don't you know the people from Panshui Village yet? Your second aunt married there, so where is this person?"

Zhu Yang smiled and said nothing. It was different from his aunt's family. They had almost cut off contact with their second aunt's family.

My second aunt is not a few years younger than my eldest aunt. I am not bad, but I just have no opinion.

All my life I am worshipping the principle of following my husband when I get married and following my son when I get old. My husband has long passed away, and my children are not something.

When Zhu Yang's family first got up, they all urged their mothers to swallow their family, as if they were so big that they all had big faces.

I was not satisfied with the best I gave it, and it was the right thing to say to me. Her father threw it out of the house.

Then there is the rumors and slandering when I returned home, but my father was generous and tactful to my hometown, who would scold the entrepreneur who led the development of his entire hometown for your family?

I heard that my second aunt has been pitiful all these years and her children are unfilial, so she will not be driven out.

But if you sleep in a bed and stutter, you will lose everything else. You often earn a few hundred yuan a month by picking up some garbage, but you will be made up by your children and grandchildren.

My aunt hated her for not fighting, and often went to see her and gave her some food and clothing subsidies. My mother turned a blind eye to this matter.

But it is useless to give it to me. It will be in someone else's pocket in a blink of an eye. Every time those wives meet their aunt, their faces are laughing. What can I do?

The benefits of flies are often missed, and several children are afraid that one day they will carry people into the pigpen to sleep.

But my aunt wanted to pick her up and live with her and be with her company, but she was not happy.

After nagging about family matters, my aunt went to cook for them, and Zhu Weixin volunteered to burn the fire.

He also said to his sister: "I'll bury some potatoes for you, and it will be so fragrant after a while."

Zhu Yang never gets into trouble, so he usually helps picking dishes, pouring water, and making moves when he comes here.

However, the sound of the festive suona always felt a sharp and gloomy feeling in her ears, as if the unwilling soul was roaring unwillingly, which made Zhu Yang feel upset.

So she simply said hello to her aunt and went out and went straight to the house where the funeral was held.

Zhu Weixin is Zhu Yang's tail, so he must follow him as usual. However, my aunt is cooking, and the firewood in the kitchen is only wheat stalks, not the burnt wood and corn cobs, so she can't get rid of her body for a while.

Although most of the decoration conditions of rural houses are not as good as those of the city, they are worse than those of the city. In addition, there is a dam in front of every household, and the area is generally about 30 to 40 square meters, so it is enough to handle weddings and funerals at your doorstep.

There are many wreaths placed along the door, and a countryside band is specially invited to play the suona and play the musical instruments that Zhu Yang doesn't recognize.

All the musicians are middle-aged uncles in their forties and fifties. They usually have crafts passed down from their families. They usually work as farming and funeral music as their side job.

Looking in from the door, Zhu Yang saw a mourning hall made of white and yellow paper flowers, with photos of the newlyweds who were inlaid with the insidious marriage in the middle.

Some people burn paper under the mourning hall, but not many people in the house. After all, this matter seems a bit absurd to their local area. Normal people only think it is creepy. Except for close relatives who are in love, no one is willing to participate.

Zhu Yang looked at the photos in the mourning hall. The man looked like a very energetic boy. The woman was several years younger. When she looked at the photos, she looked like she had not even graduated from junior high school, and she was younger than Xu Wei.

The photo is not serious at all, pouting lips and scissors, and it doesn't look like a photo of the family picking up from the family album to adapt to the occasion.

Anyway, it was taken in WeChat Moments, and the picture quality is not very clear.

But the key is not here, because Zhu Yang actually saw two coffins under the mourning hall.

The coffin has not been covered yet, and you can see people inside both coffins at a glance.

This yin marriage is not just a marriage that has been exchanged for photos of birthdays and horoscopes. It’s fine if you go through the motions.

I also said before that there are few customs in their hometown. They responded to the call more than ten years ago. If a relative of their family passed away, they would be taken to the town for cremation. In recent years, there has been basically no burial.

But Zhu Yang tasted it again, because every household is cremated. This family is so honest, right?

My aunt said that this family spent 100,000 yuan to get this in-laws. According to the cremation custom here, what should you do if someone just took a can of ashes from nowhere to fool you?

It is even possible that it is not even a human ashes. Do you have to burn a cat or dog to go down to be your son’s company?

If you can’t buy a rabbit or a hawk, the seller will naturally be—

Zhu Yang's coming in attracted the attention of others, and one of them asked: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Zhu Yang casually said: "I am your son's classmate. Come and pay tribute to me and follow the changes."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old woman exposed it: "Isn't this the eldest niece of the old Yin family? Why are you classmates with Qiangzi?"

When the others heard this, there was a change in their face. Especially there was an old woman and a middle-aged man in his 40s present. They hurriedly winked and asked someone to drive the outsiders away.

Zhu Yang was not embarrassed to be exposed, but instead took three incense sticks and inserted them into the rice bowl that burned incense in front of the mourning hall.

He said slowly: "Why isn't it? I have attended classes for a few days in the village kindergarten here. Although the time is short, I can barely talk about alumni."

Isn’t it just a classmate if you round up? Although Zhu Yang was probably not born yet when he went to the kindergarten here to play.

The old woman and the middle-aged man were winking, and their eyes were almost blinking.

But the Zhu family is so famous in the local area. If it were any other place she would like to sit at, it would be a matter of glory.

At this moment, although she came inexplicably, the owner of the house would not offend her, and even cried to her.

"What kind of evil did I do? I'm just the only seedling in my family, and I have worked so hard to raise it so much. I owe him what I had in my previous life. Will he come to collect debts like this?"

Zhu Yang sighed when he heard this, looked at the woman with great pity and said, "Who said no? You have a miserable life."

The woman suddenly thought she had met a confidant, and she was deeply saddened and liked to talk endlessly like Xianglin Sao.

But before she could cry, Zhu Yang continued, "I made enemies with others in my previous life, and I was reincarnated in your family to collect debts in this life, so that you can send you a white-haired person to a black-haired person."

According to the current situation, you will have to go through this matter in your next life. But if I think about the current situation, I guess the one who collects debts in your next life will get even more ruthless.

The woman cried suddenly, as if she was suddenly pinched her neck. The other people in the room suddenly disappeared when they heard this.

An old man who looked like a child's grandfather suddenly stood up and shouted angrily: "You are on the belly of studying and studying? Did your father teach you to rely on how much money to avoid rules in front of the villagers? I also want to see where this is, and you are not afraid of retribution in front of dead people."

Meng shrugged, not only did he not mean to leave, but he sat down slowly.

"It's okay, I'm looking for you if I want to look for you. What does it have to do with me? After all, I don't have such a big son, so I need to get married and kill a little girl."

The room was gasping for a cold breath and started to stir up in a turmoil.

"What are you doing? Who killed someone? Run to someone else's house to beat him up and talk nonsense."

"That's right, this is a good thing for the two kids. Both of them are so young, and they can be a companion on the road to the underworld."

"The child's uncle brought it to him, and he had his birth date and horoscope ID card. Coincidentally, he drowned in the past two days. Could it be that there is still a fake?"

"Besides, we just hire a wife, so where can we ask so much? If there is really something wrong, it's not just a matchmaker."
To be continued...