Wang Bo's hometown is about the same traditions. He eats a meal the night before. The host counts the number of guests so that the kitchen department expects the number of tables at the next day, and then waits until noon the next day to be considered a table. After eating the table, you can have another dinner. Usually, it is the host's close relatives and neighbors who are close to each other. Regardless of the event, it is popular for Wang Bo to treat guests here, three layers of the plate and three layers of the outside to show the host's hospitality. If there are too many dishes, there will definitely be no food, and there will be a lot of leftovers. The host will invite relatives and friends around you, and the neighbors who are close to stay for two more meals to avoid wasting.

As long as you want, it is okay to go to the host's house for four or five meals from the night before to the night next.

Wang Bo remembered that in the 1980s and 1990s, when he lacked food and clothing and had fewer meat and fish in a year, he was most looking forward to and happiest when he was a child.

Although Wang Bo is rich and powerful, he cannot change the traditions of his hometown. The banquet for his father's funeral also began tonight.

Wang Jichang was burned back from the crematorium, and met with the classmates, subordinates and lovers who had just arrived this afternoon. After receiving their comfort and encouragement one by one, it was six o'clock in the evening.

The meal time is approaching.

Guests came to Wang Bo's hometown one after another, either walking, riding bicycles or driving. With the gate of Wang Bo's villa as the center, it extended infinitely to both sides, and was parked with various bicycles, motorcycles and cars, forming an invisible line, which was spectacular.

He, his mother, his godsister, his uncles, and the three daughters who had never left him since he came back, Liang Ya, Zhong Jiahui and Sun Li, as well as the senior management of Tian Xin, Jiang Mei, Zheng Yan and Li Qing, who came early, a large group of people, including Wang Bo, his mother and his godsister, all surrounded by the door of the large villa, welcomed guests from all directions to pay their respects and to the banquet, helped them wear mourning, and at the same time guided the guests to burn incense and paper for Wang Jichang, and then arranged for them to sit.

Many of Wang Bo, who has been away from his parents for many years, do not know many of them. This requires the introduction of his parents and his uncles. After the introduction, the guidance work also requires the help of relatives such as his uncles.

Employees of several companies need Tian Xin, Jiang Mei, Zheng Yan, Li Qing and other managers to introduce and help guide Wang Bo and Wang Bo's mother. As the scale of several companies expands, even middle-level personnel of the store manager and minister level, Wang Bo may not have seen them, and he may not have to call out his name after seeing them.

As for Wang Bo's middle school and university classmates, the introduction and guidance work undoubtedly fell on the girlfriends of Liang Ya, Zhong Jiahui and Sun Li who were surrounded by him. Some were responsible for introduction, some were responsible for guidance, and some were responsible for putting black veils on the guests, orderly and busy without being messy.

Therefore, although there were endless guests coming to pay their respects and banquets at night, all kinds of people, Wang Bo's family, his god sister and his mother were not very busy. They just needed to stand at the door and nod and accept other people's greetings, and reject the gifts from relatives and friends.

Yes, Wang Bo would not accept any gifts for Wang Jichang's funeral. He knew his current fame and status. If he accepted gifts, even those classmates who were not well-off, who were still in school, or who had no money to work, would probably follow a gift that looked glamorous but had a heartache. This would be meaningless.

So, this time, including whatever the family does in the future, he is not going to take gifts.

The whole family, including a group of service staff who helped introduce and guided him, stood at the gate for about an hour and stood until seven o'clock. After the guests began to be sparse, the group of people left two or three to continue waiting for possible guests at the door. The evening welcome work was basically over.

You can set off firecrackers and sit down for a meal.

"Crackling..." As the "Da Earth Red" hanging on the road at the door was lit by Wang Bo's uncle with a lighter, the first funeral banquet finally started.

The whole family went around and saw that all the guests had left their seats, so they found an empty table and sat down.

At this time, besides his mother and god sister, only Liang Ya, Zhong Jiahui, Sun Li, Tian Xin, Jiang Mei, Zheng Yan, Li Qing, and two or three uncles and daughters, a total of 13 people.

There are only ten seats for the big round table for the banquet, and 13 people will definitely not be able to sit down.

When Zheng Yan and Li Qing found that they couldn't sit down, they prepared to get up and go to other places to find a seat. As soon as the fart left the bench, they were pressed down by Wang Bo's second son.

"Swallow, Xiao Li, you young people are sitting at a table, so you can chat. Let's go, Zeng Fanmeng, sister-in-law, third sister-in-law, let's go to find seats elsewhere." As he said that, Zeng Fantao, the second son of Wang Bo, pulled his third uncle and aunt, and the third aunt left.

Once the three left, there were ten people left, just around the table.

With Wang Bo's mother and god sister, the girls around him, whether they were the "real" Liang Ya, or the "spoken house" Zhong Jiahui, Sun Li, Tian Xin, Jiang Mei, Zheng Yan, and EO Li Qing, who is nothing, seemed restrained and restrained after sitting down. Zeng Fanyu obviously realized that after sitting down, he didn't eat a few chopsticks, so he said that he wanted to ask Wang Bo's uncle about something and let the girls sitting eat slowly. They were tired tonight and must eat more overnight. He also told Wang Bo and Zeng Ping to ask the two siblings to greet the girls.

When the girls saw Wang Bo's mother standing up, they all stood up. They kept saying that they were not tired at all, and reassured the daughter that they knew they were taking care of themselves.

However, Wang Bo sat down with a big thorn, but did not stand up, but picked up his chopsticks and feasted. From last night to now, in order to show that he was "sad and uncomfortable" and "injured", he had almost nothing to eat, and he was really a little hungry until now.

After Zeng Fanyu left, the tense atmosphere suddenly became half loose. The women sat back on their original positions, picked up their chopsticks, and started to eat.

Although it is a funeral banquet, the custom here is not prohibited. In addition to various drinks, Wang Bo provided the guests with Wuliangye, Great Wall Dried Red and Qingdao Beer, the beer is red and white, and the guests drink whatever they want, as they wish. Optimistic and open-minded Sichuan people have always regarded funerals as wedding banquets. There are many people who are eating and drinking, playing cards after meals, playing mahjong, and even invited the opera troupe to sing and dancing at the funeral banquet. If it weren't for the white cloth on their heads, the filial son and grandson,

The guests were still wearing black veils on their sleeves, saying that the family was holding a wedding or birthday party. Some people believed it. Sichuan people wanted this effect, so that the host should not be too sad. The dead are gone, and the living should continue to live. Therefore, they should be mournful and follow the changes. Don’t think so much, be optimistic, be open-minded, and be more careless. Just treat the deceased well when they are there, otherwise, “not filial to life, and pee when they die” will be ridiculous and in vain, and they can only coax ghosts.

In the 512 earthquake in 2008, countless people died in Sichuan. Many people from other provinces found that the Sichuan people had not passed the earthquake. When the aftershocks were still there, many people in the severely affected areas laughed and laughed at the ruins, and they ate cigarettes, alcohol and tea. They were so happy that they felt that Sichuan people were heartless, did not respect the dead at all, and did not look like they were in great disasters.

This, uh, is really a place where people are nurtured and shaped people. There is nothing to refute. No matter what, whether it is joy or sad, it is the owner's own business.

Many people drink, especially when Wang Bo treats guests with fine Wuliangye, and also has a very high-end red wine that looks like it. Many villagers who don’t drink are also greedy and want to taste a glass.

No one was drinking at Wang Bo’s table, and everyone was drinking soy milk, Coke, Sprite and other drinks.

At the beginning, everyone had nothing to say and ate silently. The atmosphere of the meal was a bit weird and dull. In order to break this dullness, Wang Bo rushed to Liang Ya and Zhong Jiahui who were sitting on his right and said:

"Xiaoya, Jiahui, you have been on the plane for more than ten hours. After dinner, go to rest."

"It's okay. I'm in my energy. But you, I heard from Sister Ping that you haven't seen each other since last night. Otherwise, after dinner, you go back to your room to lie down for a while?" Liang Ya smiled slightly, her bright eyes were full of heartache and concern for Wang Bo.

"After eating, the Taoist priests have to practice scriptures and recite scriptures. They also have to keep me at night. Where can I have the chance to go to bed? If I really run to sleep, others will still poke my backbone behind my back, saying that I am disobedient and unfilial?" Wang Bo said.

After he said this, Liang Ya then remembered that her lover would be keeping his father tonight. She should actually know this. A few years ago, when Liang Jingquan passed away, she and his mother kept the spirit for her father for the whole night, but now they are concerned and confused.

"I'm sorry, Xiaobo, I...I...forgot." Liang Ya's pretty face turned slightly red and she said embarrassedly.

"It's okay! I really want to have a sleep in my heart. I miss my old man in my dreams. But we should respect customs and traditions. I'm afraid I'll have to stay all night tonight. By the way, I'm going to play poker tonight for this night. Which of you are willing to accompany me? Those who are willing to stay will raise their hands!"

As soon as Wang Bo finished speaking, "Sweeping" and a group of palms raised almost at the same time, but except for Li Qing, Li Qing seemed a little embarrassed.

"Haha, are there so many people? Let me guess, are you not sleepy or dare not sleep?" Wang Bo smiled and before he finished speaking, he was glared at Liang Ya beside him with a red face:

"Who dares not? Uncle Wang has treated me well, I am not afraid of Uncle Wang."

"That's it! We are not afraid, we just don't want to sleep." Zhong Jiahui also echoed.

"Really? Why do I feel a little quarrel? It's not scary when I was alive, but now I'm separated by yin and yang. Last night, I got up in the middle of the night to relieve my hands. I felt the room was trembling, the air was extremely heavy, as if there was something."

"Hate! Don't scare us!" Liang Ya finally couldn't help but hit him.

"I really want us to stay away from sleeping tonight and spend the whole night with you? I really have bad intentions!" Sun Limei smiled and gave him a blank look.

“…”

While eating, everyone chatted quietly. The topics were appropriate, and they were all related to dead people. Liang Ya, who had already walked out of the haze of her father, also vividly told everyone about the scene when she was keeping her father for a few years ago. On the one hand, of course, it was extremely sad, but on the other hand, she also had an inexplicable fear, so that she had to keep her mother guarding the toilet when she went to the toilet.

That's the situation.

Of course, Wang Bo, who loves to ridicule and make fun of others, will not give up this opportunity to "mock" his girlfriend.

Just as they were eating, Wang Bo's uncle and aunt hurried to him, with their expressions on their faces nervous and weird.

"Uncle, little boy, I finally have no one else? Then sit down and eat with us. Sister, hurry up and bring two bowls and chopsticks to my uncle and little boy." Wang Bo thought that his uncle and little boy had completed the task of waiting for the guests, so he asked the two to sit down and have dinner.

But the two shook their heads, and her aunt pressed Zeng Ping back to her seat. His uncle Zeng Fansong said to him with a strange look:

"No, Xiaobo, someone is here again."

"There are guests coming again? Then you can't get a seat if you call them in for dinner, right? I asked several chefs to prepare sixty tables today."

"There are still seats, and there are still several tables left. But the person who came... is..." Wang Bo's uncle twisted Nini and stopped talking.

It was her aunt Zeng Fan who spoke: "Xiaobo, the person from the Liu family is here..."
Chapter completed!