In fact, even if Zhou Jiyao did not give instructions, Dai Jialang would hold his mother's funeral with glory. After all, rural people are very proud of their face. As long as conditions allow, they often hold the funeral with more dignified than the wedding. What's more, Zhou Jiyao alone paid a million yuan.

Dai Jialang didn't think Zhou Jiyao had any compassion for his mother's death. This million yuan was mostly to buy his own people's hearts, not to feel guilty about the unethical things he did back then.

Therefore, although Zhou Jiyao paid the money, he did not use the money. All the funeral expenses were made with the money he brought back himself.

Although Dai Jialang had already organized his father Dai Ming's funeral, the specific matters were basically arranged by Wang Gengtian, and in fact he didn't understand much.

So, when Wang Gengtian asked him to discuss some of the costs required for the funeral, he waved his hand magnanimously and said, "Don't worry about the fees, all rituals must not be missing, so you don't have to worry about the money."

With Dai Jialang's words, Wang Gengtian had no worries. He built the largest spiritual shed in the history of the village at his doorstep, bought artillery large and small enough to blow up the entire village, and sent people to Fujian to purchase the best marble as tombstones.

The most famous chef in the county was invited to the home with a team of more than a dozen people to take charge of three meals a day. According to the customs of the village, before the deceased was held, all relatives and friends who came to pay their respects and neighbors nearby had to eat at home at least two meals a day.

The food that cannot be finished cannot be kept until the next day, but poured out directly. The next day, fresh ingredients must be used. Even ordinary families have to eat 40,000 to 50,000 yuan for funeral meals alone. Therefore, Wang Gengtian's budget alone reached 200,000 yuan.

Of course, there are two other rituals that are also essential. One is to invite monks to come to their homes to recite scriptures all night to save the dead. The other is to invite a team in the county that specializes in performing shows on weddings and weddings every day.

Wang Gengtian also specially hired more than a dozen rural women to sit at the door and cry. The monk's chanting scriptures, the actor's high-pitched and rhythmic singing, the cannons, and the wailing of more than a dozen women every once in a while, which can be heard across several villages.

In the evening, Wang Gengtian came to Dai Jialang with a look of embarrassment and said, "Since my parents are buried together, the previous tombstone cannot be used, and a new one must be engraved."

Dai Jialang said angrily, "Then just find someone to do it. What's the use of finding me? I'm not a stonemason."

Wang Gengtian smiled dryly and said, "The problem last time you didn't have a son, but now you not only have two sons, but also a daughter. Logically, their names must also be engraved."

Dai Jialang was stunned for a moment and said in confusion, "Then let's carve it on, bring a piece of paper, and I'll write their names to you."

Wang Gengtian shook his head and said, "It's not a question of the name, but you are not married yet, where did you get your son? Wouldn't it be a joke if you carved it? At least you have to have your wife's name?"

When Dai Jialang heard this, he was speechless. What Wang Gengtian said was really a problem. He sat there squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "Just engrave Ji Wenlan's name on it."

"Ji Wenlan, who is Ji Wenlan?" Wang Gengtian said in surprise. He didn't expect that even his younger brother could find a woman to replace him in such a thing.

Dai Jialang waved his hand and said, "She is my girlfriend, sooner or later, it's the same as when I'm in the morning and the evening."

Wang Gengtian wondered, "But she didn't give birth to these children."

Dai Jialang was speechless for a moment and said annoyedly, "Brother, why are you stubborn? Isn't it just a few names on the tombstone? You're not asking you to make a family tree."

Wang Gengtian was stubborn and puzzled, "The content on the tombstone must be consistent with the genealogy, otherwise how can our descendants understand it? It's not good for others to see it?"

Dai Jialang was entangled by Wang Gengtian, so he had no choice but to take the style of his parents and say, "Oh, brother, don't talk too much. I said you can do whatever you want.

Whoever has nothing to do when he is full and goes to the graveyard to study other people's genealogy every day? Besides, the tombstone cannot be changed. If it is not suitable, just carve a piece again. This matter will be decided."

The next day, Wang Mei, who was in the army, came back. It can be said that she was raised by Wang Meijuan, so she really had a relationship with her grandmother. As soon as she came back, she knelt in the spirit shed and cried like tears.

Dai Jialang saw that Wang Mei was kneeling there in military uniform, so he asked someone to call her over. He was also a soldier. So when he saw Wang Mei's pants wrapped around his little butt, he immediately knew that this dead girl had changed her pants in private.

So he found a place where no one was, and scolded his niece. Although Wang Mei stayed in the army, she knew that her uncle was now the boss, so she didn't dare to speak out, so she could only stand upright and be scolded.

On the third day, the funeral was reached. At about 11 o'clock in the morning, people in the village saw four high-end cars coming from the road by the river. Without guessing, they knew that they must have been here to attend the funeral of the old lady of the Dai family, so someone immediately came to tell Dai family.

Dai Jialang knew that Zhu Yunlu and his daughter had arrived, so he hurriedly came out from home. But when he walked to the door, he couldn't help but be surprised. Unexpectedly, it was not just Zhu Yunlu and his daughter who came, but also Zhou Jiyao and his wife, Tang Wan and his two sons, and the last one was Zhao Yu.

I couldn't help but feel excited for a moment, and hurriedly went forward and said in surprise, "Oh, Chairman, you are here too."

Zhou Jiyao looked at the villagers who were surrounding him and said, "I didn't plan to come at first, but yesterday your godmother came back. I heard about your mother's affairs and insisted on coming to pay tribute. Besides, your two sons should also come to kowtow to your mother, so I came with them."

After saying that, he glanced at the spirit shed, turned around and walked towards the other side. Dai Jialang hurriedly took Wang Gengtian to accompany him to burn incense.

To be honest, the villagers are very unfamiliar with Zhou Jiyao, only knowing that he is a big boss, but someone still recognizes Zhu Yunlu and her daughter.

Although Zhu Yunlu had long since retired from the film and television industry, she was a first-line star back then and had acted in many movies. Older people still remember her freshly. Although Zhu Xianling is limited in popularity, she has also appeared in two popular dramas, and younger people also know her.

A big boss and two stars suddenly came to a remote mountain village, which immediately caused a sensation in the surrounding villages of all sizes.

Although there were no reporters on the scene, the villagers' oral communication ability and speed were no less than that of the media. In less than two hours, the village where Dai Jialang was located was almost surrounded by people around him who rushed to watch the fun. It could be said that it was crowded with people.

Not long after, the county's reporters also rushed over, and there were also some unidentified people, and even many relatives who had never met before.

For a time, Dai Jialang's vanity was extremely satisfied. He asked Wang Gengtian to order the chefs to continuously provide food and wine.

Anyone who has been intoxicated in the old lady's monastery can sit on the table to eat and drink, and the water mat is served twenty-four hours a day, and there are endless cigarettes to smoke.

Suddenly, Wang Gengtian's budget for 200,000 yuan was a bit short of money. Fortunately, Dai Jialang's waist bag was thick, and as long as he said, some people were running errands.

So all kinds of delicious dishes were sent from the county. The chefs sweated wildly but couldn't keep up with the diners. The whole village fell into a carnival and suddenly the food was dark.

To be honest, Zhou Jiyao and Jiang Biyun are also people who have seen the world. They can’t help but sigh when they see this scene, let alone Zhu Yunlu and Zhu Xianling. They have never seen such a crazy funeral.

The most amazing thing is that Dai Jialang was always a little frowning when he looked at the face in my mother's portrait, but since Zhou Jiyao and Zhu Yunlu and his daughter had a fragrance, a hint of relief seemed to appear on Wang Meijuan's face, as if she was very satisfied with her funeral.

However, Zhou Jiyao and Jiang Biyun didn't stay for long. They just had a symbolic meal and then prepared to rush back to Nanzhao City. What surprised Dai Jialang was that Zhu Yunlu and Zhu Xianling were actually going to stay. It was not clear whether this was Zhou Jiyao or Zhu Yunlu himself.

"Oh, it's New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow. You'd better go back to celebrate the New Year, and you'll get your heart." Dai Jialang advised.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yunlu said, "Xianling and I just wanted to experience the New Year atmosphere in the countryside to stay. Are you still worried that we will make you poor? Besides, you don't care about living in a house of such a big one."

Dai Jialang glanced at Zhou Jiyao, as if asking for his advice. Zhou Jiyao smiled and said, "I don't plan to go out this year. It's boring to celebrate the New Year in the city. Since they want to experience the New Year atmosphere in the countryside, let's just let them."

Seeing that Zhou Jiyao did not object, Dai Jialang had to say, "It's just that the conditions are too simple. I'm worried that you won't get used to it. In fact, I'm still eager. There are so many people."

Zhou Jiyao asked in confusion, "It's New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, and the funeral should be held in advance, right?"

Dai Jialang nodded and said, "Of course it is impossible to delay until New Year's Eve. In fact, the funeral will be arranged tomorrow."

Jiang Biyun nodded and said, "Yes, let your mother get into peace earlier. She has been exhausted these two days. I think you seem to have lost weight. If you have some things, let others worry about them. There is no need to do everything yourself."

When Dai Jialang saw Jiang Biyun staring at him with a kind face, he couldn't help but sigh that since his mother had passed away, Jiang Biyun's godmother had some symbolic significance.

Thinking of what he said to Zhou Xin that night, I couldn't help feeling ashamed and secretly swore that I wouldn't be imaginative about my godmother again from now on.

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Chapter completed!