NFBE Chapter 125 I am the Son-in-law
Chapter 125 I am the Son-in-law
"Qin Yuhuan, you are really a rare flower in the mosquito coil industry," Ziyi shook her head helplessly, "What's the difference between you not wanting to show people your screenshots of the China Higher Education Student Information and Career Center website?"
It is completely bent and completely straight.
Qin Yuhuan: ...
"There is a difference. If you want to see it, I'll give you my account and password." She muttered softly.
Posture: ...
"I'm not obsessed with academic qualifications. Besides, we're from the same school. I don't care what you're doing with the screenshots. How can you fall in love with the screenshots?"
Qin Yuhuan was not slow this time. He quickly stretched out his hand and slid his five fingers through Ziyi's fingers. "I'm not obsessed with academic qualifications, but I am a bit obsessed with hands."
She had wanted to hold Ziyi's hand like this for a long time, so long that... at this moment, their fingers were really intertwined, and it felt a little unreal.
She raised her hand, and along with her gesticulating hand, their shadows under the light overlapped, appearing inexplicably quiet and sweet.
Ziyi suddenly realized, "That's what I told you, you always seem to be looking at my hands."
Qin Yuhuan: ...
"I also...I also look at your face, and I also listen to your voice."
With control over hands, face and voice, her mate selection buff perfectly points to Ziyi.
Posture: ...
"You really are..." He became more and more direct.
"If there's anything I did wrong, tell me and I'll..."
"You'll change it?"
Qin Yuhuan blinked: "I'll choose to change it."
Ziyi chose to surrender. Qin Yuhuan seemed easy to talk to on the surface, but in fact she was quite self-willed and opinionated. It was a great honor to hear her say "selective change".
The next day was still rainy. Among the supplies purchased in advance were disposable raincoats, but in order to save money for Qin Yuhuan, the relatives only bought fifteen.
Among the fifteen pieces, Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan didn't get any. After all, they couldn't let the people who came to help get wet in the rain, so they could only bear the consequences themselves.
When going up the mountain, the younger sister came over and reminded Ziyi that women were not allowed to go up the mountain. This time, only Qin Yuhuan, who replaced Qin Yusu, was allowed to go up.
Posture: ...
She went to ask her uncle if she could go up. Her uncle first tried to refuse her by saying it was unlucky. Unexpectedly, Ziyi said that the monk said she had great fortune and luck and there were no taboos. This choked her uncle. After hesitating for a while, she finally ran to discuss Ziyi's going up the mountain with the master.
The master was also hesitant until he heard Ziyi say "great fortune and luck", and finally made the decision: "Then let's go up the mountain as a son-in-law. A son-in-law is half a son, it works."
Ziyi was quite happy to hear that, and turned to find Qin Yuhuan, "The Heavenly Master said that I should go up the mountain as a son-in-law."
Qin Yuhuan: ...
“Is this the legendary workaround?”
It's really a hit and miss.
As Qin Yuhuan expected, the urn was extremely heavy, especially when held with both hands.
She didn't have much strength to begin with, and it was a rainy day. The road up the mountain was bumpy, and the moist and fluffy soil would make a hole wherever she stepped. At first she gritted her teeth and held on, but when she climbed a slope, she almost dropped the urn on the ground. Everyone was in a dilemma for a moment.
The cemetery is located halfway up the mountain. The roads are easy to walk on now, but they become more difficult as you go higher.
"I'll do it." Ziyi stood up and looked at the uncle in charge and the Taoist priest, "Can I hold it?"
uncle:……
The Taoist priest gave up completely and waved his hand: "You are my son-in-law, you can praise me if you want." The most important thing is to send the ashes to the mountain.
But... "Yu Huan can't do it, can you do it?"
"I can." Ziyi nodded firmly.
Therefore, the important and arduous task was once again given to Ziyi.
"Xiaozi..." Qin Yuhuan hesitated.
"Don't worry, I can do it. Have you forgotten that I used to be a school bully? I have good physical strength." Ziyi whispered to comfort Qin Yuhuan.
She has been very naughty since she was a child. In order to release her energy, Ziyu often sent Ziyi to learn various sports. As a result, Ziyi has always had good physical strength, and she can even go rock climbing when she has nothing to do.
Ziyi's steps were very steady. When there was a difficult road, Qin Yuhuan would lead the way and try to make the road as solid as possible. In this way, the group of people finally successfully climbed the mountain.
The hillside that was covered with lush vegetation yesterday has now been dug into a huge pit about one meter seven or eight meters deep.
The master began to chant again, and it sounded like words opening the way to the underworld. Not long after, Qin Yuhuan went up to kowtow again, but this time, Ziyi was also involved. The title of son-in-law was finally given to her, otherwise he would not be able to bear the infamy of breaking the rules.
Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan knelt on the side, waiting for the master to ask them according to the procedure which one of Fu, Lu, Shou, Xi, Cai they wanted. Ziyi followed the instructions given by the person next to her and shouted, "All of them!"
The various rituals are completed step by step, and then the final step is to seal the tomb.
People who wanted to attend the banquet had been arriving one after another since the morning. Each person gave a small gift of 100 or 200 yuan. After going down the mountain, Ziyi was given the task of recording names and collecting gifts. However, nine out of ten people who came could not speak Mandarin, so the process of recording names was really...
It's hard to say.
Qin Shoufu was called Qin Xiuhu, and even Ziyi's cousin, who was her assistant, had to talk to others for a long time before he realized that it was Shou, not Xiu, and Fu, not Hu.
When the assistant came over, he brought a gift of 10,000 yuan for Ziyi.
My cousin was stunned. “You’re giving me 10,000?”
The person who gave the most was Qin Changping's closest friend, who gave 1,200 yuan.
"Yes, the funeral cost a lot of money, I will give her some money." Ziyi wrote down her own name, and then helped Qiao Yuning give a gift of 6,000 yuan.
Cousin: …
"Is your gift so precious?"
"Usually it's one or two thousand. We give more if we have a good relationship. Qiao Yuning is Yu Huan's good friend. It's not easy for Yu Huan to make money. We all want to help her."
Qiao Yuning did transfer money to Qin Yuhuan on WeChat, but Qin Yuhuan confiscated it. This play was written and directed by Zi Yi after careful consideration. The main purpose was to support Qin Yuhuan and she just borrowed Qiao Yuning's name.
If Qin Yuhuan hadn't asked Ziyi not to be too exaggerated in advance, Ziyi could have made up ten names.
The main meal is at noon. After eating, most of the funeral is completed. The rest is the next three days. Qin Yuhuan needs to come back every day to light incense and guide Qin Changping's soul home.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, a group of people gathered at the uncle's house to calculate the expenses for the funeral. Qin Yuhuan asked Ziyi to keep the accounts early in the morning, from the money for buying vegetables on the first day at his uncle's house and the red envelope of more than 100 yuan given by borrowing the house from his uncle, to the more than 10,000 yuan for the funeral home and the more than 10,000 yuan for the banquet. He remembered every detail very clearly.
The funeral was planned to cost 60,000 yuan, but in the end it only cost 40,000 yuan, which was considered a very frugal cost.
The gift money also amounted to nearly 30,000 yuan.
Qin Jiadong kept calculating the gift money, feeling very worried. He still felt that Qin Yuhuan spent too much.
"Brother Jiadong, it's okay. Just forget about spending it. My dad will only do this once." Qin Yuhuan could understand Qin Jiadong's anxiety. He felt that it was not easy for her to earn money, so he wanted to save as much as possible for her.
But she spent this money willingly.
"Where's uncle's cell phone? Still can't find it?"
Qin Yuhuan shook his head. "I've already cleaned up the house. I didn't find the phone, but I did find some passbooks and bank cards."
Qin Changping hid all the valuables in batches in different suitcases and bags, and these suitcases and bags were also the goods sold by his family before.
I had to open dozens of suitcases before I found these things.
"Do you know the bank card password? I heard from my uncle that my aunt had 100,000 yuan left in the family for treatment, and he transferred it all to you, saying that you should buy him a house in Jincheng. Also, has Qin Yushu replied to the message?"
Qin Yuhuan: ...
"I don't know about this. I can't afford to buy a house in Jincheng. He won't tell me how much money is left in the family or how much money he has. I don't even know the bank card password. As for Qin Yusu, I sent him a message to tell him that the funeral was over, but he didn't reply."
The housing prices in Jincheng are as high as 40,000 to 50,000 yuan per square meter. She couldn't even think about it. Now that she thought about it, Qin Changping was still on guard against her, but was worried that she wouldn't care about him, so he used his relatives to try to restrain her with moral shackles.
It’s ridiculous that Qin Yuhuan only said from beginning to end that she didn’t care about Qin Yusu, but she never thought of ignoring Qin Changping as a father.