Duan Kefan's tears also came down. Wang Caihou worked hard all his life, but he was about to die. He was able to gain a foothold in Rongshu Village so quickly to open up the situation and become the village party secretary. Wang Caihou's condition was also related to the deterioration of his condition in order to realize his grand plan. Therefore, he always felt guilty towards Wang Caihou and said with a sob: "Old Party Secretary, I should thank you. What are your unfulfilled wishes? Just say that I will definitely help you complete..."

Wang Caihou's eyes slowly turned again, and finally fell on the sobbing little grass head. He used his other hand to hold Xiaocao's hand hard, then put his hands together, and said with difficulty: "Ke...Kefan, I... the only thing I can't let go... is Xiao... Xiaocao, she... her father died early, I... I'm a white-haired man sent a black-haired man, she followed me to eat... and suffered a lot. When I left, I... I can only hand over her... to you, you... you can take care of her... to take care of her..."

In fact, it is not necessary for Wang Caihou to say that Duan Kefan could not ignore Xiaocao. He immediately nodded heavily and said, "Old Secretary, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Xiaocao and let her live a good life!"

Wang Caihou was already exhausted, and got Duan Kefan's promise to take care of Xiaocao. His final wish was over and there was no more bondage. His pupils began to scatter, his hands drooped weakly, and he drove away!

After such a thing happened, the ribbon-cutting ceremony naturally ended early. Dai Yuli was busy with work and comforted Duan Kefan and left. Duan Kefan asked the villagers to carry Wang Caihou's body home, and then arranged for Lai Changshun to set up a mourning hall in the village square. Wang Caihou worked hard for the village all his life, so Duan Kefan naturally wanted to give him a glorious funeral.

Duan Kefan doesn't need to worry too much about the funeral matter. Lai Changshun's handling of such matters was a waste of time. Usually, he would ask him to be the chief executive of any family in the village to hold weddings, send people to report to relatives, buy funeral supplies, arrange banquets, and invite opera troupes, and other matters are naturally arranged in an orderly manner. In addition, Rongshu Village is now unprecedentedly united, and the villagers come to help, so naturally there will be no trouble.

These things are far inferior to Lai Changshun, and helping will only help the more you help. So after the instructions, he went to Wang Caihou's house and wanted to comfort Xiaocao. Xiaocao was young and his only relative left like this. Suddenly, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it. When he walked to Wang Caihou's door, Chen Dong'er came up and whispered with some concern: "You go and see Xiaocao, I feel something is wrong with her!"

"Why is something wrong?" Duan Kefan was shocked. Wang Caihou entrusted Xiaocao to him to take care of him. If Xiaocao had any more accidents, it would be troublesome.

"I took the old branch secretary back, but Xiaocao didn't say a word or cried. I arranged for several old women in the village to wipe the old branch secretary's body and change the funeral clothes. She drove them away. She insisted not to let others interfere. In the end, she made them all by herself..." Chen Dong'er said with a worried look on her face.

After hearing what Chen Dong'er said, Duan Kefan's heart was also rising. Xiaocao lost her father at a young age. Wang Caihou was old and could not take care of her. This made Xiaocao a little introverted. Now that she has suffered such a big change, if she is not instructed in time, she might have left psychological problems. She nodded quickly and said, "Okay, I'll go and take a look, enlighten her..."

Duan Kefan entered the bedroom where Wang Caihou's body was placed. At this time, Xiaocao had already changed Wang Caihou's funeral clothes, and he also covered his clothes with a white linen cloth over the clothes, kneeling in front of Wang Caihou's body without saying a word. The little herb was as cute as a little cabbage that had just been born with new leaves. When he changed into this plain suit, he looked more and more pitiful, but his usual agile gaze seemed a little hollow.

What a sensible girl, but her life experience is so pitiful. Duan Kefan sighed secretly, walked to Xiaocao, and said softly: "Xiaocao, if you want to cry, just cry, it will be better to cry..."

Xiaocao shook his head blankly and said, "I don't cry. Grandpa said Xiaocao is the strongest. Grandpa walks fast, without pain, it's a joyful and funeral, so I don't cry. Brother Fan, I know you have a lot of things to be busy with, so don't worry about me. I can hold on. I just want to accompany my grandpa here and send him the last journey..."

Duan Kefan couldn't say anything anymore, so he sighed and retreated silently. Chen Dong'er kept watching at the door. Seeing Xiaocao and Duan Kefan talking, he was a little relieved and whispered: "It's better that she's willing to speak. When the old branch secretary is buried, I will take her to my house to live. I'll enlighten her for a while and it should be fine..."

Duan Kefan clicked and looked at Chen Dong'er. Chen Dong'er is now Duan Kefan's head of the village. He is in charge of the financial expenses of the village. He is busy all day long. His beautiful oval face has become a little sold, and it has become a melon-shaped face. It is a bit charming. Duan Kefan said guiltily: "Sister Dong'er, you should also be careful and don't be tired..."

Chen Dong'er's pretty face turned red, Duan Kefan cared about her, and she felt naturally sweet in her heart. She said in a panic: "I'm not tired, you should also pay attention to your health. Now the village is pointing at you..." After that, she ran away quickly.

Wang Caihou's funeral was very beautiful. The village is rich now. Duan Kefan allocated 100,000 yuan to hold the funeral for Wang Caihou. The opera troupe invited two people, and more than 100 tables were opened. County Magistrate Dai also sent someone to deliver the wreath. Wang Caihou had been the branch secretary for many years and had a good reputation. Even He Shouren, the village party secretary of Xiaping Village, personally brought people to pay his respects. It was the most lively and glorious funeral held in Rongshu Village in history.

Wang Caihou had two daughters and married to another village. The conditions were not very good. He didn't usually go around. On the day Wang Caihou passed away, Lai Changshun sent someone to report the letter. However, they did not come to their own men until the third day, and there was no sadness on their faces. They kowtowed a few times to Wang Caihou's body, wiped a few tears, and said they were hungry and asked the chef to open a table for them.

This book is nothing, the flowing water mat is always open. Considering that they are Wang Caihou's relatives, the chef added a few dishes to them alone. Wang Caihou's two daughters and son-in-law's family conditions are not good, so it is rare to open a meat meal every time. It's like a release from a cell, and it's so good that it's all over the place.

The four of them started to eat and drink after eating. The eldest son-in-law looked around and said in a low voice: "Rongshu Village is rich now! The village has changed a lot. How much does it cost to pay for this funeral in our father?!"

The second son-in-law is a tycoon who is used to idleness. Hearing this, his eyes rolled: "I heard that our father was exhausted to do things for Rongshu Village. Rongshu Village is rich now, so we can't just let them send us away like this. We have to ask them to compensate us!"
Chapter completed!