Ye Xian got out of the car, took the suitcase and put it on the rickshaw. The two of them stood outside the crowd and couldn't get in.

The man surrounded the three layers inside and the three layers outside, and strongly recognized the neighbors outside. The ones inside couldn't see clearly, but they were dressed a bit like performers. Several women were wearing obvious wide-sleeved and large collars, which seemed to have walked out of the Qing Dynasty.

Ye Xian also discovered it and thought that there were very few people in this city who could dress up like this. What are these people? Why do they look like a group of old and young people?

He heard Wu Ma's voice: "Mrs. My dear, the world is so conscience. Our Wen family has never been sorry for the eldest young lady. Look, how good the young master has raised it. You can't just rush around with this red mouth and white teeth in broad daylight."

"Get out of here, what are you? What do you think of your master? You are a slave."

A man's voice came, carrying a little movie.

"Yeah, this is the Republic of China, and there are still people who master the master and slave?"

"That's right? Why do the people from the first wife's family look like they are dilapidated?"

"What kind of master and slave, no country people wear this way now."

“Salty and Restoration and Restoration.”

An old goatee twisted his beard and muttered something.

Now Ye Xian understood. It turned out that this was the family of the original wife. The fourth wife died. What was the matter with the family of the original wife?

"Wen, why did my sister commit suicide when she arrived at your house? Yaozu was only two years old and lost her mother. My poor sister, alas, my nephew is even more pitiful."

Is this the original wife's brother?

Ye Xian shouted, "Wow, who lost the money?"

The people on the outside followed the clockwork and turned around. Seeing the woman in blue cloth coat stepping on colorful banknotes, they ran over and shouted, "Mine!"

Ye Xian took the opportunity to get into the crowd. The people who came from here competed for each other. The last person grabbed it. He saw it carefully and shouted: "What kind of money is this? Mingzhi!"

It turns out that some wealthy families bought the colorful paper printed in funerals over the years. From a distance, they looked similar to money. Ye Xian went to the funeral shop to buy some, but he didn't expect that he would use it.

Dali pulled the car and smiled foolishly: "The banknotes in the underworld are also copper."

Everyone next to him gave him some hygiene balls and eyes.

Ye Xian squeezed into the crowd and saw an old woman sitting inside crying with a wide robe and big sleeves. The material on her robe was excellent, but it was too old. There were obvious signs of folding on her sleeves and a strong camphor fragrance. It was obviously an old thing at the bottom of the box. Look at the uncle who talked about teaching Wu Ma a lesson. Her long face and skeletons were vaguely white. She was neatly robe and jacket on the hot day. She kept wiping the oily sweat on her face with a silk veil. She was holding a fan drawn by someone who was not sure who blocked the sun. She dressed in an inappropriate manner. There were only four words inappropriate in Ye Xian’s mind.

A group of people who were about to be abandoned by the times were indeed dilapidated. They didn't know how to think that Mrs. Wen, who had just passed away, was their daughter.

"It's my in-laws." Ye Xian greeted him politely.

"Who are you?" The uncle slapped the fan hard, and a middle-aged woman with high cheekbones next to him sneered: "If this new lady is not here, she will be a substitute? The Wen family has indeed made a good plan."

"This hot day, where are the flies buzzing?"

Ye Xian also took out a fan from his small pocket and slapped it hard a few times. The woman was so angry that she opened her mouth and wanted to speak again. Wen Jingrong said: "This is my wife's sister, so my uncle and sister-in-law don't talk like this."

"The surname is Wen. Now everyone in the city knows that you killed your wife. My sister died so unjustly. After years of grievance, the truth finally came out."

The uncle shouted.

"Since everyone in the city knows that Mr. Wen killed his wife, why doesn't the police station take people? What you mean is that the police station is not doing anything."

Ye Xian deliberately provoked.

"Your sister was also killed by him. How could you help him talk to you everywhere?"

The uncle and sister-in-law looked at Ye Xian up and down, covered her mouth and smiled, "Oh, I'm afraid I'm going to be Ehuang Nuying's? My sister's body is not cold now, so I can't wait? Mr. Chen, your daughter died so unfair."

Chen San couldn't hold on his face. On the one hand, he didn't want his daughter to be commented on by these people. On the other hand, he knew that Ye Xian was not an ordinary person. If he really made her angry, he would be in trouble. He hurriedly shouted: "What are you talking about? When is it your turn to talk too much about our family? You are here to make trouble for someone to hold a funeral, do you know etiquette?"

It turned out that this original wife, Li, was the brother of the same clan from the middle hall in his early years, and he had a high opinion of himself. His family was in a bad state over the years. The women had no decent clothes when they went out, so they could only take out the old antiques under the box and numb themselves with retro and uniqueness in the face of outsiders' surprise eyes. Ye Xian could not be said casually. He immediately said: "The one who is in peace has long been buried. What kind of injustice did you do? When did you go here to cause trouble? It's the most important thing for us to bully the Chen family?"

Uncle Li was scolded by a young woman in public and was about to hit the stage. He held up a fan and was about to beat him. Ye Xian sneered and grabbed his fan, threw it on the ground, then grabbed Uncle Li's arm with his backhand, pulled it again, and he was dislocated with a click. He often walked by the river, so he didn't know who would happen to her. He was always good at being a little self-defense. Ye Xian's ability was not great, and it was enough to deal with a young man. Uncle Li immediately let out a pig-killing wail: "The most poisonous thing is the woman's heart, you... you... you..." You were speechless for a long time, but you were speechless because Ye Xian gently stretched out his hand to remove his chin.

This scared Li's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. The old lady sat on the ground with wide eyes and forgot to cry. Li's uncle and sister-in-law rushed up and wanted to beat Ye Xian, while the latter looked at her coldly. The uncle and sister-in-law and sister-in-law and sister-in-law and sister-in-law were shocked. She remembered that this woman was not easy to mess with. Her husband suffered a loss in her hands. She kept her footsteps, wanted to scold but was afraid of being beaten. The expression on her face seemed to be constipated, her facial features were crowded together, like a soup bun that had just been out of the pot. The heat dissipated and she immediately became soft.

Ye Xian took a step forward: "I see who dares to make trouble for my sister's funeral?" The Li family was shocked. The uncle of the Li family has been living in vain for many years, but it was just an empty air. I heard that the young lady of the Wen family was dead, and all kinds of rumors were flying everywhere. I thought that the death of his aunt was a little strange. However, at that time, the two families were closely related. After receiving large compensation from the Wen family, the Li family extinguished the intention of causing trouble. Ten years after the death of the Wen family, the Wen family changed three mistresses. The Li family was defeated and could not fight Qiufeng from the Wen family. Now, when he heard that the wife of the Wen family had something to do, he wanted to continue the funeral and make some money. Unexpectedly, he met a lady from the Chen family who was unreasonable and played cards. He could not move his uncle Li's hands and could not speak in two strokes.

Wen Jingrong was worried that something might happen, so he hurriedly begged Ye Xian: "Miss, I apologize to you for my brother-in-law."

Ye Xian rolled his eyes: "Stop, my family doesn't have such a rogue brother. My wife has been dead for ten years. What did she do ten years ago? Now, taking advantage of my sister's death to make trouble. It is clearly a slap in the face of our Chen family. Even if we are small families, we will never be bullied like this."

She was beautiful and smart, and she showed her skills just now, and she had already suppressed everyone on the scene. When the onlookers heard her words, they would applaud her, who was watching the fun without limiting the matter: "Miss Chen is so tough."

"Sister Chen's family, we are all victims. We are our own family. Please put your arms and chin on him." My uncle and sister-in-law were quick to turn their minds and quickly decided to let the Chen family and Li family stand on the same front, make a fuss together, and get the best interests.

"You know you're wrong?"

"I know, I know, it's our fault. We will go to the Chen girl to burn incense and apologize later."

This uncle and sister-in-law are a talented person and know the current affairs very well. Ye Xian glanced at the onlookers and said, "Okay, let's talk about it when you go in. What's the point of surrounding here?"

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Chapter completed!