Although Zhao Hong is said to be the village chief of Xiping Village, he would probably cause dissatisfaction among the villagers by setting aside a space in the greenhouse for her tomb.

Xia Jian thought for a while and said, "No, let's forget it in the greenhouse. I'll pay and have someone shovel out a space on the hillside behind the greenhouse to build a cemetery for Zhao Hong. In this way, the space of the greenhouse will not be occupied.

Secondly, the terrain is also high, so Zhao Hong can always watch the future development of the greenhouse."

Xia Jian's two words made Ma Yan and Zhu Chunli's eyes wet again.

When the place was decided, the old man from the village accompanied Mr. Feng Shui on a trip. Although Mr. Feng Shui was not very satisfied with such a place, this was the decision of the village committee. Mr. Feng Shui didn’t say much and counted the time.

And asked people to drive wooden stakes on the hillside.

In the evening, Guo Meili came with Xizhen and Lin Wei. The expressions of the three of them were very heavy. They all put on black clothes and laid a large wreath.

"Mr. Xiao called. She will arrive around ten o'clock." Guo Meili finished offering the incense to Zhao Hong and whispered to Xia Jian.

Xia Jian was startled and asked a little surprised: "You mean Xiao Xiao is here?"

"Well! Tomorrow morning, Yao Junli, Wang Yihua, and Ouyang Hong will come together. We just talked on the phone. Oh! And Donna, Ruan Lingna and the others may not come until noon tomorrow." Guo Meili clicked

Head, lowered his voice and said.

Xia Jian wanted to tell everyone not to come, but he swallowed the words as he spoke. It seemed that these people already knew about him and Zhao Hong.

“Mr.

Xia Jian gently patted her shoulder twice and said: "On the hillside behind the vegetable greenhouse, the villagers started digging graves all night, and the time will be three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay! Then we won't go back, we will stay here with you." Guo Meili said, her eyes moistened. Lin Wei had lowered his head since he entered the door and didn't say a word. Xia Jian knew Lin Wei's temperament very well.

Personality, she dare not speak because she is afraid that she will cry.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, all the villagers came. Several hundred people filled up the three floors of the village committee. From the yard to the gate of the village committee, the scene was very spectacular.

At half past ten, Xiao Xiao, accompanied by the driver, actually arrived. She was dressed in black and had a small white flower on her chest. There were two eulogies written on the wreath held by the driver. There were two in total.

One of the wreaths was given by the entrepreneurial group, and the other was given by Xiao Xiao personally.

Xiao Xiao's purpose for doing this is very clear. Because the Entrepreneurship Group and Xiping Village are still in a cooperative relationship, the largest shareholder of the Xicun Cooperative is the Entrepreneurship Group.

Xiao Xiao and Zhao Hong have met several times. Although they don't have a close relationship, they are Xia Jian's best friends. So Xiao Xiao not only sends flowers, but also wears small white flowers, which makes sense both emotionally and rationally.

.

Ma Yan asked someone to put on a new straw bag. Xiao Xiao didn't mind it and sat on the ground with a twist of his buttocks. Guo Meili and Xizhen took a look and sat down next to Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao was spoiled by Lao Xiao since she was a child, and she was arrogant. She could keep vigil for Zhao Hong, which made Xia Jian look at her differently. Xiao Xiao glanced at Xia Jian who was busy going out and in, and patted the straw bag beside her

Say: "Let people do it. Sit down, I have something to say."

Xia Jian nodded, told Ma Yan who was following him, and then walked over and sat next to Xiao Xiao. Xiao Xiao sighed and said, "The old man asked me to tell you that there is no resurrection after death."

.If you want Zhao Hong to rest in peace, you have to hold on. Turn sadness into strength and let her go with peace of mind."

Xiao Xiao, who has always been strong, broke down in tears when he said the last words. Lin Wei, who had been silent until now, finally cried out at this time. When Zhao Hong was alive, these people in the room all knew her. Her enthusiasm and generosity touched everyone.

Will never forget it.

At this time, Xia Jian had no choice but to swallow his tears. He didn't say anything, just nodded silently. Lao Xiao was right, he had to hold on. Otherwise, Zhao Hong would definitely go crazy when he saw him like this.

Uncomfortable.

There was an endless stream of people coming to express their condolences, and even into the evening, they were still coming one after another. The wreaths were almost placed at the entrance of the village. Fortunately, the weather was surprisingly good. I don’t know whether Zhao Hong’s death moved God, or whether it was raining so hard.

God was relieved. Not only were there stars in the sky, but the moon was also very bright.

At eleven o'clock, Director Lei and Zhao Chunling from the town police station arrived. They were both wearing police uniforms, and it was obvious that they came directly after completing their mission.

Director Lei's temperament is very compatible with Xia Jian's, so the relationship between the two is handled very well. There is a saying that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Even though they don't interact much on weekdays, when it comes to work, the two of them cooperate.

It's still pretty good.

"Mayor Xia! I won't say more words of comfort. In short, you have to take care of yourself. Because you are not yours now, but the people of Pingyang Town." Lei Yu put the incense on Zhao Hong and patted Xia Jian's face.

Shoulder said.

Xia Jian nodded, but said nothing. Zhao Chunling's eyes were red, and she only said: "Mayor Xia, take care!"

At this moment, there was a commotion in the yard. Wang Youcai walked in holding a large wreath, followed closely by Song Fang. Wang Youcai's arrival did not surprise Xia Jian. But he could come with Song Fang.

Xia Jian was even more surprised.

Coming to express condolences to Zhao Hong was everyone's thought, so Xia Jian couldn't say much. Wang Youcai finished offering incense to Zhao Hong, and then turned around and glanced at Xia Jian.

"My dad is seriously injured and he can't come. Let me come on his behalf. My dad said he caused everyone trouble." Wang Youcai lowered his voice and whispered to Xia Jian. These words could be said from his mouth,

It is indeed very rare.

However, Xia Jian knew in his heart that this was not Wang Youcai's sincere words, so he did not say anything. When Ma Yan heard this, she immediately said: "Now is not the time to say this. Boss Wang went outside to drink tea."

Song Fang glanced at Xia Jian and said nothing. Instead, she pulled Wang Youcai and said, "Let's go! Go outside and don't stand here blocking the road."

Wang Youcai hesitated for a moment, then turned around and left. It could be seen from his expression that he still had something to say in his heart.

Maybe everyone knew the time of Zhao Hong's burial, so around twelve o'clock, almost all the village cadres in Pingyang Town came, and the whole Xiping Village became a sleepless night.

There was dew at night, but everyone was sitting outside and no one was willing to leave. Xiao Xiao also insisted on sitting all night.

The next morning, a dizzy Xia Jian arranged for Xiao Xiao and the others to sleep at his home. He forced himself to go to the village committee. He knew that there were many things waiting for him to make a decision.

Because there was going to be a burial in the afternoon, all the relatives who were related to Zhao Hong came here in a hurry. The large village committee was still a little overwhelmed for a while. Zhao Hong was rarely mourned, and everyone was unhappy, so he was not happy.

There is a banquet. With so many people, it would be difficult to entertain them.

But Xiping Village is good. At noon, each household voluntarily prepared lunch without any arrangement and delivered it to the village committee. In this way, people who are busy here and people from outside can

, the lunch problem is solved.

Since Zhao Hong's cemetery is not far away, under the arrangement of the old people in the village, people were prepared to carry the coffin to the cemetery. Once this matter was decided, the strong young people in the village took the initiative to ask for the coffin.

In order to avoid confusion, Xia Jian asked Ma Yan to arrange the numbers of these people. They should change people every 20 meters. This way, everyone would be relaxed and more people could be given a chance.

Zhao Hong was too young and didn't have a son or a half, so no one put a mourning hat on her. Just when the funeral was about to begin, Sun Yuejuan came with little Chenchen. The little guy was all dressed in white, and he also wore a mourning hat.

When Sun Yuejuan asked Xiao Chenchen to kneel in front of Zhao Hong's coffin, everyone present was moved to tears. The little guy may not know what death is, but he knows that Zhao Godmother will never stand up again.

Seeing everyone crying, the little guy suddenly cried too, and the sad atmosphere was instantly ignited. Several elderly people who helped were also moved to tears.

Qin Xiaomin and Secretary Lu also rushed over one after another. The funeral procession stretched all the way to the entrance of the village. Everyone was standing there early, thinking of seeing Zhao Hong off again.

At this time, Xia Jian thought about nothing. He let Xiao Chenchen hold Zhao Hong's body, and then he held Xiao Chenchen's hand. The father and son walked at the front of the funeral procession.

All the men, women, and children in Xiping Village came out at this time. With the sound of firecrackers, Zhao Hong's coffin was carried by a group of young people and slowly walked towards the cemetery.

The soul-calling flags were floating in the air, and the money coins leading the way were covered with the entire village road like rain. The funeral procession was huge, and the number of people was getting more and more as they walked.

Just as the coffin passed the vegetable greenhouse, all the workers who worked there ran out. Everyone stood on the roadside, no one spoke, they were all silently seeing off Zhao Hong.

Although Zhao Hong's cemetery is located on a hillside, it is well-kept. You can see everyone's efforts and they don't want to make Zhao Hong's stay uncomfortable.

As soon as he came out of the village committee, Xia Jian felt like a corpse, numb and indifferent. He just pulled Xiao Chenchen forward in a daze. The little guy was usually very naughty, but at this time, he held the

Holding Zhao Hong's photo frame, one hand was dragged by Xia Jian, and he took small steps until he reached Zhao Hong's curtain.

Everything was going on quietly under the arrangement of the old man in the village. Xia Jian held Xiao Chenchen's hand and stood stupidly in front of Zhao Hong's tomb, watching everyone busy.
Chapter completed!