C327 The Old Man with the Flat Head Walked in
Even though this was a long time ago, on this very cold winter night, Fan Youmin still seemed very excited, and the resentment in his tone towards Lee Jizhen was still very strong.
"This old bastard Li finally drowned in the water. This was also the outcome that he should have gotten. He could not complain to others. Who asked him to do so many bad things?"
Fan Wenbin was very disgusted by his father's words, but he could not show it on the spot. He only glanced coldly at Fan Youmin and only cared about eating the foreign potato. He did not speak anymore.
Hui Minqu was built by Li Jizhen, who led all the members of the Fan family to work hard for an entire winter despite the cold. It was a great contribution.
The construction of Hui Minqu could be said to be an unprecedented major event in the history of the Fan Family. Not only did it end the thousand years of history of the Fan family, which relied on the Yellow River to survive, but more importantly, it was still irrigated with a few thousand acres of farmland on the riverbank.
Because of this, Li Jizhen had a very special feeling towards the Hui Min canal that he had personally built. That was why before he died, he had walked along the canal. In the end, he had ended his life in a very tragic way.
When he first heard this news, Fan Wenbin also felt that it was a little unreasonable. But now, after thinking deeply, he gradually understood one of the reasons.
Li Ji was really a man of integrity. He could not help but secretly sigh, thinking that with such a good large group of secretary, perhaps Fan Jiadu would never be able to come out again.
It was precisely with such a reverent mood that. . . In the next few days, Fan Wenbin ignored his father's objections and continued to help Li Manrong's family with Zhang Guodong. He was very busy, but also very enriched.
According to the customs and customs passed down on both sides of the Yellow River, from the death of the old man to being buried, it would take at least three days. Of course, those who had a good family situation would take five days, or even seven days.
In these few days, the neighbors and friends all came to help. It was the liveliest and most chaotic time. People came and went all day, coming and going, shouting and yelling. It was very chaotic and noisy.
Now, the old man who had passed away was Fan Jiadu's old secretary, Li Jizhen. His son, Li Manrong, was the current village committee director. There were even more people. The matter became even more lively.
Perhaps, in order to compete with the Fan family, Li Manrong spent a large sum of money to invite the well-known Gu family troupe on both sides of the Yellow River to sing a grand show for three nights in a row. It attracted a lot of people to watch, and it became more and more lively and chaotic.
At the same time, he had also invited Daoist Priest Zheng Yangzi, the sect master of White Cloud Temple, to lead seven or eight black-robed Daoist priests in the mourning room. They surrounded Great-Grandfather Li's corpse and chanted scriptures for three whole days, sometimes high, sometimes long, sometimes short.
Some of these Daoist priests' voices were crisp, some were turbid, some were loud, some were deep, some were old, and some were tender. When they mixed together, it was as if they were reciting scriptures, and some were singing. No one could hear what they were chanting, but one thing they knew was that they were expending the souls of the dead.
A stack of yellow paper, mixed with a large amount of sandalwood incense, was burning in the iron basin. The thick smoke that was emitted from it filled the entire courtyard in the house, and it drifted in the sky with the wind, spreading across both sides of the Yellow River.
It seemed like Li Manrong was going to hold a grand mourning ceremony for his deceased father. Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Fan Wenbin thought to himself that he wanted to compete with the Fan family and see who was suppressing who in the Fan family.
Zhang Guyuan was very interested in this funeral. It was his first time coming to Daan, and it was also his first time seeing such a funeral. His face was filled with a very strange expression.
That night, there was a snow. Although it was not big, the weather was gloomy and colder. All day long, the cold wind stirred the cold snow and kept blowing. The frozen people covered their faces and noses, not daring to take a step out of the house.
Under such weather conditions, many people gathered in houses or tents. After eating and drinking enough, they began gambling, shouting and yelling. It was very lively and chaotic, mixed with the smell of inferior tobacco, causing a foul atmosphere.
Fan Wenbin did not know what was the reason for this kind of bad habit, but from the bottom of his heart, he was very disgusted. In these few years, along with the great improvement of living standards, gambling was very popular in many places, especially in the countryside.
Gambling caused husband and wife to fight and divorce. Father and son, brothers and friends, turned against each other and became enemies. It could be said that there was an endless stream of them. In fact, there were even a few murder cases in Mei Ban Village.
According to Fan Wenbin's knowledge, the old Bian Tou of the Fan family, as well as a few men and women, were unable to extricate themselves from gambling. In the end, they fell into a state of bankruptcy, and even their wives, children, and pigs felt that they did not love dogs.
At this moment, seeing the chaos in the room, Fan Wenbin felt very unhappy and walked out. He wanted to take a few breaths of fresh air, but as soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Old flat-headed walking in with his head down.
On Li Jizhen's funeral, meeting Fan Wenbin, Old Bighead was also a little surprised. He stared at him closely, and after a long time, he stammered, "Old Fan, you're here too?"
Fan Wenbin ignored Old Bighead's question. Instead, he asked a little angrily, "Old Bighead, if you don't work well in the company, where have you been these few days? It has caused us so much suffering.
Ever since Old Bighead mysteriously disappeared, Fan Wenbin had instructed Ma Jun, the head of the security department, to secretly and closely search for him. However, he could not publicize this matter, so as to avoid attracting trouble again.
However, after so many days had passed, Ma Jun told Fan Wenbin that Old Bighead seemed to have vanished from the world, and that he could not see a person's corpse. Many people did not know where he had gone, and even more so, they did not know what he had done.
During this period, Fan Wenbin also secretly inquired about Old Flat Head's whereabouts through Hu Si, but Hu Si also said very firmly that he did not know whether Old Flat Head was dead or alive.
As time passed, the matter of Old Bighead mysteriously disappearing was gradually forgotten by others. Who would still care about an old bachelor who was wandering around without a care?
"I didn't go anywhere. I was in Daan County. " The flat head chuckled and said somewhat awkwardly, "That night, a friend called me to drink a few glasses. As for me, I'm leaving.
"Drink two cups, drink two cups, and drink for a few days. Forget about two cups of wine, even the Yellow River was also drank up by you. There are still two cups of wine?"
After saying a few words to vent his anger, Fan Wenbin asked in a tight voice again, "In these few days, what exactly did you do? I called you, and my phone was switched off. I couldn't get through.
"I lost my phone. " Old Bighead spread his hands and smiled bitterly. He said helplessly, "Actually, I didn't do anything. I just. . . I stayed with a friend called Old Gen for a few days. "
Old Root? Fan Wenbin's heart suddenly jumped. He thought to himself, 'Could it be that it's that Old Root who collects trash?' So it turned out that these two dirty goods had mixed up together.
In the cold wind, the old flat head rubbed his frozen red ears. He chuckled and said, "Old Fan, Is the room shaking the dice? You go ahead, I'll go play a few rounds. "
As he spoke, he lifted his leg and wanted to enter the room. However, Fan Wenbin hurriedly pulled Old Bian by his head and said coldly: " Do you lack money again? Want to win a few at the casino?
Old Bighead continued to laugh:" The one who knows me is still you, Old Fan. Today, braving the snow and wind, coming from the city to the Fan family's ferry, I want to win some money. Otherwise, on such a cold day, why would I come here?"
Seeing that Old Bighead's words were very reasonable, Fan Wenbin thought for a moment, and said very straightforwardly," You come with me now, I'll give you two thousand yuan, how about it? "
When he said this, he thought that if Old Bighead could tell where Old Root was, and then follow the clues to find the Gilded Silver Plate, the two thousand yuan would not be wasted.
"I knew it. Old Fan is a straightforward person who cares about me very much. " When he saw that Fan Wenbin wanted to give him money, Old Bighead was immediately happy to see flowers blooming on his face. He laughed loudly and said, "Wherever you go, it's up to you. I'll follow you. "
Hence, he drove the car and pulled Old flat-head to a teahouse by the Yellow River. In these few years, along with the county government's vigorous governance and development of the Yellow River, the ancient small county of Daan gradually revealed a vigorous and new appearance.
The east and west of Da An City were long and narrow, and the south was a towering temple that listed the Black Orchid Mountain. In the north was the Yellow River, which flowed endlessly through the city. The clock and drum tower stood majestically in the center of the city, and there were things there. The two passes were similar to the geographical environment of the provincial capital, Lan Province.
According to the Da An County Register, on November 15, 1938, from 4: 50 a. M. To 8 a. M. , six Sunlight Machines flew over from the direction of Ning Xia. They flew in a triangle shape and the sun pattern on the wings was clearly visible.
Ever since the start of the war, Da An County had never been attacked by enemy aircrafts and had no advanced air defense facilities. Many people were still asleep. Some people even thought that there was an earthquake when they heard the rumbling of the aircraft.
In this aerial attack, the enemy aircraft had dropped a total of seven bombs, killing a student from the Daan Normal University with the surname Gao, as well as two camel travelers who had lit the fire to warm themselves by the Yellow River. More than 20 houses were destroyed. There were also a few large livestock.
Now, more than 70 years had passed, and everything in Daan had changed. Especially in the 21st century, both sides of the Yellow River had developed very quickly. Along with the development and construction of the new city district, the entire city could be said to have changed from old to new.
Standing on the peak of the Black Orchid Mountain in the south, looking down at the entire Da'an County, the tall buildings were lined up neatly. The streets and alleys were wide, and the Yellow River in the north was like a white line, rolling in the east. He could boast shamelessly and speak the truth. Da An was a very bright pearl of the Yellow River.
At this moment, sitting in a warm and comfortable teahouse, drinking hot and fragrant tea, eating delicious desserts, and under Fan Wenbin's urging, Old Ping sighed heavily, and narrated his rather legendary experiences in the past few days in detail.