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Lao Zhu, who was talking about this matter, was also confused and hesitantly said: "Ah, I don't know, so they went directly to the village party secretary..."

"Master is sleeping..." Shen Maoshi hesitated and looked at Lu Huai'an: "His relatives are here, should I wake him up?"

Lu Huaian frowned, lowered his head and thought for a moment.

This is a bit outrageous.

According to his observations and the descriptions of others, Master Song's family is basically gone.

In Montenegro, their whole family was buried.

Really, if you are a serious relative, Master Song's only son died, and such a big thing happened, not to mention helping hold the funeral, you have to come and take a look.

What about even humanitarian visits and consolation?

However, Tongtong didn't.

Even after the first seven have passed, the talent will come.

"No need to scream." Lu Huai'an snorted coldly and stood up: "Let's go over and take a look first."

Master Song's mental state is not good these days. He rarely sleeps deeply, so why should he wake people up?

Called Uncle Qian, who was accompanying Guoguo just now, and came out with a serious face after hearing this: "Let's go."

Lao Zhu also thinks it's best for them to go and see first. He is older and has more detailed considerations: "Song Lao has never mentioned these relatives. I'm worried that they are not here to visit."

This is a rather euphemistic statement.

That's why Shen Maoshi was still a little dazed, Lu Huaian and Uncle Qian understood it.

The two looked at each other and smiled grimly.

interesting.

When they arrived at the village party secretary, the leader was an old man with a gray beard, who he said was Master Song's second uncle.

The others seemed to be quite convinced of him, and let him say everything, saying that what he meant represented theirs.

When Lu Huai'an asked, he knew the specific identities of these people.

Three aunts, six mothers and seven aunts, cousins ​​far away from each other.

"Oh, are you here for the funeral?" Lu Huai'an sat down expressionlessly, his eyes cold: "Then it's too late, brother Song has already been buried."

The folds on Song Ershu's face twitched, but there was no embarrassment at all: "We have already gone to the mountain to see it. This time, I want to discuss the issue of my nephew's pension."

Retirement?

"How was it discussed?"

The village party secretary's face was ugly, he glanced at Uncle Song, and then whispered to Lu Huai'an something like this.

These people have a lot of appetite, and the reason why they don't go straight to the village party secretary is because they didn't come to discuss at all.

They had already negotiated the matter at home, and came here just to let the village chief and the party secretary divide the property according to their wishes.

"Master Song was originally from Songjiawan, but his family moved to Lankeng Village. He built these houses."

"Shanhetian is incorporated into the clan, and the proceeds go to the clan, which will be used for the old-age expenses of Master Song, and they each have one set of houses, saying..."

The village party secretary reluctantly endured his anger before he finished speaking: "It's better to rent it to us, but the money has to be given to them."

Joke, once the money is paid, I am afraid that the house will be given to them in the future.

Uncle Qian sneered and said contemptuously, "Oh, so you're here to eat the dead."

As soon as the households came out, the Song family's expressions all turned pale.

"Who are you? How do you talk about you!" An old lady scolded her with jumping feet: "My family is in charge of my own affairs, I don't know you and you are nothing!"

Others also chimed in.

Lu Huai'an raised his hand and said coldly, "Put what you said aside for now. I want to know, how did you plan for Master Song's retirement?"

When he asked this, Uncle Song frowned: "How can I support him in old age? Give him food and clothes so that he can have a place to sleep!"

"He now has food, clothing, and a place to sleep."

Everyone was boiling: "How can it be the same!"

"That's right!" Second Uncle Song raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "The fallen leaves have to go back to their roots. What do you mean by living in Lankeng Village? You must go back to the ancestral house!"

Noisy, not giving up.

They even arranged for Master Song's driving work. Uncle Song's youngest son just had nothing to do, and it would have been better to have a job in the past.

This is really arranged clearly.

Uncle Qian lowered his eyes and suddenly thought of Li Juying.

He didn't have the habit of hitting women, so he didn't hit her at that time.

But he was really annoyed. He told the story of the extinction of the Li family.

She also has such a thing as the extinct family. The situation is probably not simpler than it is now.

It's not that he didn't tell Li Juying's mother that she couldn't give birth, so he asked her to persuade her.

In the end, she scolded him in turn, saying that he had delayed Li Juying and came up with such a bad move because he didn't want to get a divorce.

Later, he disheartenedly agreed to the divorce. For her brother's sake, he kept Guoguo, thinking of leaving a root for the Li family...

Unexpectedly, it almost hurt Guoguo.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, he took a deep breath, remembering the tragic situation of Guoguo back then, he was cruel, he should!

He regained his senses, Lu Huai'an was killing all directions.

Lu Huai'an narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "There are ancestral houses, so there must be ancestral tombs, right?"

"Of course! Our ancestral tomb was rebuilt only last year, and it's very impressive!"

One ancestral tomb is also very imposing, the living people can't have enough to eat, and there is nothing to worry about the dead.

"Oh, then why didn't Master Song's family return to their roots and move into the ancestral grave?"

"Ah this, this..."

Naturally, there are inconvenient stories in it.

Seeing that they were blushing and talking nonsense, Lu Huai'an didn't ask any further questions, and changed the subject: "Then you said that you are not a dead family, but reasonable, and these properties are not from the village party secretary, you should discuss with Master Song, ask the villager Why is the secretary arguing?"

Uncle Song frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "What do you want to do with him, the family has family rules, I'm the biggest in this family, so listen to me! Secretary, please change the name of this field and land, ah, the house Yes, re-sign the document..."

The village party secretary ignored him and didn't talk to him directly.

"It's useless for you to force the party secretary of the village." Lu Huai'an smiled and tapped his finger on the table: "For this kind of change of power, you have to be present in person. There is a sentence in front of the family rules. , we have to follow the rules!"

Talk **** about the rules!

What national laws do they know! ?

Seeing that they refused to call Master Song over, Lu Huai'an beckoned and asked Shen Maoshi to see if Master Song was up.

There is no end to the quarrel over this matter. It is best to ask Master Song for his opinion.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Shen Maoshi opened the door, he saw an angry Master Song.

He changed his clothes and dressed very energetically.

His brows and eyes were as sharp as knives, and when he swept his cold eyes over at this moment, there seemed to be a movement of a sword unsheathed, making people afraid to look directly.

Unexpectedly, he would come. Uncle Song panicked for a moment: "Dehui, you are here!"

"Yes, second uncle." Song Dehui looked at him coldly, saying every word: "Are you going to die?"

Uncle Song's hair stood on end, "What are you doing!"

"I said at the beginning, I won't meet until I die." Song Dehui snorted, strode in, and looked around: "You guys come to see me now, what's the matter, the whole clan is going to die?"

Wow, I've said this before, it doesn't seem like an ordinary hatred.

Uncle Qian and Lu Huai'an looked at each other, quickly gave up their position on the main field, and asked Master Song to sit down.

When Master Song came, the Song family was no match at all.

Falling back steadily.

But when it comes to the real estate mountains and fields, the Song family is surprisingly united: "No, these fields must belong to the clan. Those things in the past... Everyone doesn't care about it. You are so old, you should move back to your ancestral home."

"I won't come back." Song Dehui straightened his chest with a straight face: "You can't even think about these things of mine, I will sell the mountains and fields, don't bother you, keep the money for my retirement, and the rest I will donate it."

"Donate again!?"

Uncle Song was so angry that he slapped the table and pointed at his nose, scolding: "Your brain is rusted! If you donate so much money, you can donate it. You want to donate these fields and mountains again? You are going to make me mad!"

"It's best if you're so angry." Song Dehui didn't give any face at all, so he said: "Anyway, you don't want any of my money, and if you talk nonsense, I'll donate even my body. ."

is a ruthless man.

Uncle Song was gasping for breath.

But they still couldn't do anything about him, because he could do it if he really said it.

Some people started to cry and talk softly, but it was a pity that Song Dehui didn't take it. He even laughed sarcastically and said that it's better to save some energy and mourn when Second Uncle Song died.

Being forced, Uncle Song patted the table and stood up: "Your family is dead! Dead! What's the use of keeping these things!"

After saying this, Lu Huaian couldn't bear it any longer: "Believe it or not, I'll **** you out!"

"I'm right!" Second Uncle Song looked at Song Dehui's suddenly dark eyes, and became even more proud: "Having a family full of descendants and a prosperous population is the foundation of building a family. The clan is more prosperous..."

Others helped one after another, and the room suddenly became a quarrel~www.wuxiamtl.com~ No family, no family, no family, no family...

Shen Maoshi observed his master and found that although his back was straight, his hands were shaking slightly.

He was distressed.

"You're the only one who knows how to pat the table?" Shen Mao couldn't help it anymore, shouted loudly, and patted the table heavily: "Who said that the Song family is dead? And me!"

The whole house was silent.

Uncle Song came back to his senses after a while and pointed at him: "You, you, who are you?"

"This is my master and my godfather!" Shen Maoshi stood beside Song Dehui, his eyes burning with anger: "I will take care of my godfather when I send my brother to the end! I don't need you to pretend! Now, no one wants to bully my godfather!"

The village party secretary slapped his thigh: "Yes! He also presided over the funeral!"

It's all he did to throw pots and hold tablets.

Thinking of it this way, Shen Mao is really a very suitable candidate.

When the Song family heard this, they became more and more flustered.

He couldn't help but look at Uncle Song and asked him to say something.

"Is this true?" Uncle Song stared at Song Dehui in disbelief, "You refuse to let Xiao Liu adopt, but let an outsider be your son?"

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