The simple villagers didn't know that the drama arranged by Boss Wen was called "Suppression first and then promotion", also known as "First vegetarian and then meat".

A few days ago, it started with mourning music. The whining of the suona was accompanied by dragon and lion dances, "face-changing" and "birds paying homage to the phoenix" and other unique skills. This was just the news that the boss was using traditional culture as a foreshadowing. The night before the funeral

, the song and dance troupe representing modern civilization arranged by Boss Wen is the finale.

For the grand finale at night, Boss Wen even prepared several generators.

In the evening, as the gorgeous female host appeared, the atmosphere of the performance suddenly changed, the painting style changed suddenly, and sadness was replaced by liveliness and joy.

After several young women in cool clothes and glamorous makeup performed a few cheerful songs and dances, the male and female hosts began to tease and tease again. More and more villagers and onlookers gathered in the audience, and by the end it was a crowd.

, there was a lot of laughter, applause, and cheers.

In the mutual banter between the male and female hosts, "good quotes frequently appeared", which made many villagers feel refreshed and like a spring breeze.

For example, when they play pairs with each other, the villagers feel that the pairing is very good and very interesting, compared with those babbling and twisting pairs and couplets that you can’t figure out what they mean after looking at them for a long time and listening for a long time.

Much better.

Woman: "People eat fish, fish eat shrimps, and shrimps eat water, and the truth will come to light."

Man: "Your husband presses you, you press the bed, the bed presses the ground, and the earth shakes."

The villagers laughed and cheered loudly, "Hey!"

Woman: "Nothing to do during the day."

Man: "The birds will be fine at night."

The strange laughter and applause from the audience immediately started again.

Especially when they included Wen Da as a target of ridicule, it created a small climax in the onlookers' atmosphere.

Female: "Boss Wen has become much more relaxed since he found a female secretary."

Man: "That's not necessarily true."

Woman: "Why isn't it easy for a secretary to do something?"

Man: "How can I be relaxed when I have nothing to do as a secretary?"

The laughter, applause and cheers of the villagers sounded like thunder and lasted for a long time.

As a charming woman appeared on the stage, the atmosphere of the performance officially reached its climax.

The woman wore a tight-fitting vest and a glittering miniskirt. Under the light, her figure was shining brightly. When walking on the stage, the woman deliberately twisted her waist and swayed her hips greatly, and from time to time she lifted up her buttocks that could barely cover her buttocks.

skirt.

After singing a song while twisting like a water snake on the stage, the woman asked the audience if she sang well.

The huge crowd of onlookers actually replied "OK" in unison.

The woman asked again, do you still want to see it and do you have any requirements?

Hundreds of people said "I want to see" again in unison, and then the words fell silent. Some shameless person in the crowd shouted at the top of his voice: "Take off!"

Unexpectedly, the woman immediately answered: "Who wants to take off your clothes? Listen up, take off one piece for 20."

Everyone in the audience was excited and even cheered.

Someone threw 20 yuan on the stage. The woman actually took off her vest and exposed her bra. Another person threw 20 yuan, and the woman continued to take off... until ***.

Just as the crowd was overwhelmed with excitement, another scantily clad woman came on the stage and performed provocatively with her body and language. Who knew that after everyone watched for a while, they actually shouted "Take it off" in unison. Before she could speak, she was

The crumpled banknotes hit her like raindrops.

The woman soon took off her vagina.

As if the atmosphere at the scene was not warm enough, the original woman ran to the audience and twisted her body in front of an old man. The old man was so frightened that he hid behind him, but the audience immediately burst into laughter.

Later, the woman pushed a young man to the ground and performed actions that made people imagine and imagine, but directly detonated the scene, attracting applause, cheers, whistles, and sounds like waves crashing on the shore and roaring.

It goes on and on, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami roaring, making the noise reach into the clouds.

In the sea of ​​people, many women had their breasts and butts touched a lot for no apparent reason.

Bundle.

At this time, the crowd in the audience had turned into a mess, and on the background wall behind the stage, the solemn portrait of Wenda's father was silently watching the noisy scene in front of him.

On the periphery of the crowd, the villagers who could not watch closely felt disappointed and disappointed. They could not help but praise the grand funeral in front of them.

"What a decent funeral!" A man wearing a trousers shirt, a pair of slippers on his feet, and his trousers rolled up at his knees stood on the field ridge, looking up and admiring sincerely. His cheeks were red, and he also

I don’t know if I was drinking during the dinner, or if I was stimulated by the hot scene in front of me.

"A rich burial, a rare burial in a hundred years!" The man who replied was wearing a pair of pointed leather shoes, pants and a vest. He had a black mole on the corner of his mouth. He was standing on tiptoes to look into the sea of ​​people, but he could only see.

To the dark head.

"Old Man Wen has a son like Wen Laizi, so he should be satisfied." The red-faced man looked back and deeply agreed with the man with the black mole's words of "a grand burial." "Wen Laizi has raised the standard of funerals in our village, let alone

No one could hold such a grand funeral in the past. In the future, I dare not say that in decades, at least within ten years, no one will be able to hold such a lively funeral."

As if being troubled by the words of the red-faced man, the man with the black mole also looked away and sighed: "My old man can't eat during this period, so he can only drink some rice porridge. It seems that the time to report to Marx is not far away.

.”

"The old man was lying on the bed and heard the commotion in Wen Laizi's place. He mentioned Wen Laizi's "Well done" to me several times. The implication was that he wanted me to follow Wen Laizi's example and organize his funeral in the same way.

It was a beautiful scene. But he only heard the sound and never saw the scene. How could I possibly create such a huge pomp. In front of the old man, I never dared to answer the phone."

At this time, the two sexy young women returned to the stage and were doing various provocative movements. Many men in the audience were already blushing, their eyes were green, and they were just dripping with laughter.

The red-faced man disagreed and pointed to the stage: "As long as you invite people from this song and dance troupe, you will learn the essence of this funeral. As for other expenses, we are not lame. If we can't get him to his level, it is normal."

"

The man with the black mole's eyes lit up, but then he immediately fell into despair: "This... I don't know if it's expensive, or if we can afford it."

The red-faced man patted him on the back of the head: "You are an unfilial son. You are organizing a funeral for your father and you still care about money. When you have time, ask Wen Laizi how much it costs to hire this song and dance troupe. If you don't have any money, you can borrow it."

Well, just ask Wen Laizi to borrow it. This damn lame guy is not short of money anyway, and you are organizing a funeral for dad, so he has no reason not to borrow it. He is a filial son, and there is no reason not to let others be filial sons."

The man with the black mole touched the back of his head and then his cheek: "You're right. With the funeral being organized by this lame man, if I do it too coldly, I won't be able to live with it... I still have to eat some.

Son's dignity..."

"A filial son is nothing, a respectable son is nothing... immoral, shameless." An old man with a white beard walked along the field ridge with a cane, his back arched and trembling slightly, stopped on one side, and held the cane in his hand.

The man poked his shoulder and said, "Don't imitate the lame man. This funeral is not for the dead, but for the living. It is for him to smell the lame man's own face."

The two shouted "Third Uncle". They didn't say anything, but the expressions on their faces showed that although they couldn't find anything wrong with Third Uncle's words, they didn't think there was anything wrong with Wen Laizi's actions. Especially Hei.

The man with the mole obviously didn't listen to what his third uncle said: "Don't be like a lame man."

When the third uncle saw the perfunctory expressions on their faces, he didn't care. Instead, he looked at the dark crowd and said, "You beat your dad when he was alive and threw money at him after he died. How can you be considered a filial son? Bah! It's a normal funeral, but he was killed by a dead lame man.

It’s made a mess.”

Seeing the two people in front of him standing on tiptoes and looking forward, as if they were not listening to him at all, the third uncle was not angry, but he took the crutch and poked the two of them on the buttocks a few times: "Go and bring uncle a ticket."

Here comes the stool, my uncle wants to stand on the stool and watch."

The two of them came back to their senses and said "Ah" in unison with a tone full of surprise and questions.

, and at the same time looked at the third uncle with disbelief.

The third uncle's face was not red and his ears were calm: "The monk can touch it, but I can't touch it? You can see it, but I can't see it? Don't hit my uncle with such disrespectful nonsense. I am the one who is going to be in the coffin.

Do you care that your world is declining and the floods are raging? Go quickly and get a stool for your uncle. If it's too late, you won't be able to watch."

More than twenty years later, a perverted murderer from the "Landmine Village" was captured in Qinghe City. This perverted murderer liked to cut off women's genitals. After interrogation, according to the pervert, he was five or six years old.

I followed my grandfather to a "party" in the village, and I became very "interested" in women. I went further and further in this "interest" and finally got out of hand.

After this "party", the pervert often took off her sister's clothes at home, and took off her female classmates' underwear at school. When she grew up a little, she began to linger in Internet cafes and browse various illegal websites with pornographic content.

Movies, videos.

This pervert was a left-behind child. As he grew up, even though his school teachers discovered his abnormal behavior, he always lacked parental discipline, causing him to gradually go astray and eventually embark on the path of crime.

Just as the third uncle stood on tiptoe but saw nothing, and was still waiting for the man with the black mole and the man with the red face to move the stool, a panicked man suddenly appeared behind the two groups of white flesh still writhing coquettishly on the stage.
Chapter completed!