Two slaps in a row, Wu Zhaodi was stunned, and the pain on her face was real. These people were not soft at all, and they just hit one place, and half of her face was hot.

Ruan Tiantian sneered: "Are you still scolding?"

Wu Zhaodi has learned to be obedient. Not only will she not scold, but she will bite her mouth tightly and refuse to speak any more.

The shrewd shrew stopped, some people were relieved, some were pity, but unfortunately they couldn't slap, and they made another hundred yuan.

During this period, many people stared at Wu Zhaodi, who used to think she was a shrew and thought her words were ugly, but now they want her to be rude and scold more.

Ruan Hong was pressed in front of his father's spirit, and the whole person trembled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He flinched, didn't dare to blink, didn't even dare to look up at the coffin in front of him that was only half a meter away from him, he just knelt on the ground and couldn't stop shaking, and couldn't stop being afraid.

People say that if you are guilty of being a thief, you will have this kind of reaction when you do something wrong.

Ruan Tiantian glanced at Ruan Hong calmly, grabbed a large amount of paper money and stuffed it into Ruan Jie's hand, and ordered, "Burn!"

Ruan Hong's courage is still like this, not to mention Ruan Jie, who has long been frightened.

Ruan Jie shivered with fright when the bright paper money was shoved into his arms like this, and in a conditioned reflex, he threw the unlucky things out of his hands.

But he just moved.

Ruan Tiantian said coldly: "If you dare to throw it away, I will let you keep the spirit tonight alone!"

Ruan Jie was so frightened by her words that his face turned pale, not to mention throwing it away, he just didn't dare to move, the boss with his eyes widened, as if he could stare out at any time.

Seeing that her son was threatened, Wu Zhaodi straightened her neck to vent her anger for her son, and glared at the villagers next to her, raised her hand excitedly, and waited for her to speak.

Wu Zhaodi was embarrassed, and she swallowed the words that came to her mouth.

Ruan Jie was dumbfounded and did not move, nor did he burn the paper money.

Ruan Tiantian frowned, regardless of whether he was her younger brother or not, and kicked him up, causing Ruan Jie to lie on the ground.

She said, "kowtow to grandpa!"

Ruan Jie's arrogance in the past was gone today, and he lowered his head tremblingly, and kowtowed seriously.

Ruan Tiantian finds it strange. In the past, Ruan Jie relied on being a boy, and Wu Zhaodi, who was always accustomed to him, was used to everything. in the eyes.

It's been a long time since we saw each other, and Ruan Jie seems to be a different person?

But now is not the time to think about that.

Ruan Tiantian raised her head, and in front of her was the raised coffin of her grandfather. Her nose was sore, and the tears she wanted to cry immediately poured out.

But she held back.

The inhuman voice made the person who heard it shivered: "Burn paper money for grandpa! When will he be satisfied with the burning, and then you can get up!"

Xu Shi's voice was too cold, and Ruan Hong was shivering, but he recognized his fate and burned paper honestly.

Ruan Tiantian retracted her gaze, and suddenly there was a commotion at the gate of the small courtyard. Someone trotted over and said breathlessly, "No, a reporter came in to interview!"

Xiaoqing, who had been watching the play just now, was startled and asked loudly, "Reporter?"

The man nodded: "A lot of people came and drove several cars. When they got to the entrance of the village, they came down and asked around where Tiantian's house was. Now they listen to the sound of suona and are looking for it! What should I do?"

How to do?

A funeral reporter came to interview?

What is this!

Without saying a word, Yang Yu picked up the farm tool leaning against the wall and shouted, "I see who dares to come in!?"

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