My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Chapter 39 Step through the iron shoes and find nowhere

The air in the early morning is very humid. Taking a deep breath, I feel a big mouthful of water in my nose.

The misty morning shrouded the surroundings, adding a touch of hazy feeling to the distance.

Zhang Hao stepped on the flat concrete road and walked up for more than ten minutes. He finally saw the door of the funeral home.

At this time, a lot of vehicles had already parked in front of the funeral parlor.

Someone is squatting by the road, smoking a cigarette lonely, someone is sitting in the car covering his face with a tissue, someone is sitting paralyzed in the compound, not getting up even if his relatives pull him, and someone is crying loudly, the sound of grief It seems to pierce the sky, as if to call back the person who left.

Coming here, it seems that even the air has its own emotions, constantly infecting everyone present, magnifying their inner sadness to an unbearable level.

After all, this is where loved ones are finally said goodbye.

As long as it is sent into that stove, in this life, it can only be seen from the photos.

Seeing all this, Zhang Hao felt that his chest was congested, but he couldn't vent his emotions at all, and he always felt suppressed.

After taking several deep breaths, he lifted his feet and walked into the funeral home.

……

"Alas, what are you doing, no outsiders are allowed here, are you a family member or who?" The middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth and stubble all over his face scolded.

Zhang Hao looked at the sign hanging in front of the door and smiled: "I'm not a family member."

"If it's not a family member, no one will be allowed in. Hurry up, hurry up." The middle-aged man waved his hand in disgust.

Zhang Hao had no intention of leaving, but stepped forward, stood in front of the middle-aged man, and took out a stack of red banknotes from his pocket: "Brother, I want to buy ashes, just a little, and I want a girl."

Zhang Hao's purpose in coming to the funeral home is very simple.

Just to get the ashes of the woman from Shijiasan.

If you want to ask the easiest place to get ashes in the world, it must be a funeral home.

Moreover, compared to going to every household to get ashes, it is obviously much easier to get ashes in the funeral home.

The middle-aged man looked at the money, then at Zhang Hao, and immediately looked around.

When he saw no one around, he quickly pushed back: "What are you doing? We have regulations here, so don't do this, it won't work!"

Zhang Hao smiled, and took out a cloth bag with the other hand: "Hey, the regulations are dead, but people are alive, brother, don't you have a lot left every time you burn them, don't you just throw them away?" , you just take a little from those that are going to be thrown away."

"You...why do you want these ashes?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Hao sighed silently: "Oh, my mother-in-law has been in poor health. I just found a master, and the master gave me a folk prescription, saying that I want the ashes of ten women to be used as medicine."

"Really?" The middle-aged man was dubious, counting the money with his eyes.

Zhang Hao nodded: "It's pointless for me to lie to you, isn't it?"

"Okay then, you wait here." The middle-aged man took the money and the cloth bag, turned around and walked in.

……

Soon.

Zhang Hao was holding an old cloth bag in his hand, which seemed to contain something.

He walked out of the funeral home without looking back.

Stepping to the side of the road at the foot of the mountain, he took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Yuan, then waited quietly.

After half an hour.

The east is still dark, and there is no sign of skylight.

On the road not far away, a van came galloping with those two dazzling lights on.

Then, the van stopped in front of Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao didn't care, he just opened the door and got in the car.

"Haozi, are you busy, are you done?" Zhao Yuan swallowed his saliva and asked curiously and a little strangely.

Zhang Hao nodded: "Yes, Brother Zhao, let's go back."

"……Row."

Zhao Yuan slammed on the gas pedal, a faint feeling of pushing his back came, and the van moved straight forward along the road in front of him.

At this time, Zhang Hao blurted out and asked, "Hey, Brother Zhao, do you know whose family died during this time? It would be best if the main family dies, leaving only orphans and widows, or just a widow."

Zhao Yuan's hand holding the steering wheel trembled again, feeling that the blood in his whole body was cold.

Today's Zhang Hao...is so strange!

First I got up early in the middle of the night to go to the funeral parlor, and now I have to ask whose family died, leaving the widow herself...

Him, what does he want to do?
Wait, is he really Zhang Hao...

"You, what's the matter with you, inquire, inquire about this?" Zhao Yuan stuttered a little, his forehead was covered with sweat.

If he hadn't been reluctant to part with his van, he would have jumped out of the van now, and ran away from this "Zhang Hao".

Seeing this, Zhang Hao naturally understood something, and immediately said haha: "Don't get me wrong, Brother Zhao, I'm free to inquire about it, and I just need something for going up the mountain."

Zhao Yuan swallowed, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead: "Let me think about it...don't, don't worry."

After a while, Zhao Yuan frowned: "I remembered, Haozi, it seems that such a thing really happened."

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Explain in detail."

"When I went to buy goods today, I heard from the people in the town that a man was stabbed yesterday, but he couldn't be saved. He was just married and his wife was just pregnant. It's terrible." Zhao Yuan said thoughtfully.

Zhang Hao was taken aback.

This... Is this what he heard yesterday?

"Brother Zhao, do you know when that family's funeral will be held?" Zhang Hao blurted out.

Zhao Yuan paused, his pupils shrank: "It seems...it seems that the funeral will be held today."

"Turn around! Back to town."

"Haoko, what do you want to do?"

"Brother Zhao, I'll give you 1000, turn around now and go back to town!"

"...Okay, sit still."

……

Yaqian Town, an old residential area.

The east is gradually brightening, and a fish-belly white emerges from behind the mountain, bringing the warm and dazzling sunlight back to the earth.

Drip and pull~
Boom-boom-boom~
Suona, gongs and drums, and firecrackers sounded together.

A group of people dressed in white filial piety clothes, white hats, and black cloth pinned around their arms scattered paper money around, sobbed softly, or held flags, shuttling through the residential area.

In the crowd, a young woman who looked only about 30 years old, with dull eyes and a haggard face, was holding an urn in her hand, walking forward with the crowd and the sad music.

"Haozi, what are you doing here?" Zhao Yuan asked in a low voice, frowning, standing on the edge of the crowd.

Zhang Hao didn't answer, but kept looking at the young woman holding the urn.

The tears of the widow's mourning are right in front of my eyes.

Fortunately, I prepared a small bottle for tears in advance, otherwise I would be blinded.

Now I just have to find a way to come forward and beg for a tear.

However, how to go up, not only to get tears, but also not easy to be beaten up by the master and driven out, is a problem.

After all, today is a major event for the owner's family, and it is still a trivial matter. If it is not done well, it will be to the point where it deserves to be beaten.

(End of this chapter)