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The dialect in Jingnan is not difficult to understand, but the older generation speaks too fast and with a heavy accent. Seeing from Chen Yuan's expression that it was obvious that he didn't understand, so in order to make him less embarrassed, she decided to arrange something for Chen Yuan.

Of course, it is appropriate for him to do this.

"okay."

Xia Xinyu was like a ray of light, saving herself from the ocean of Jingnan dialect.

Hurry up and run away. Hurry up and run away.

Just like that, following behind Xia Xinyu, Chen Yuan walked towards the main room with her.

"Do you know what they are laughing at?" Xia Xinyu asked.

"Want to know."

"That means I don't know." After getting this answer, Xia Xinyu laughed, "Okay, then I won't let you know."

"I was wrong, I know."

"If you know, then I don't need to explain."

"..."

Isn't this you?

Why did it feel like Xia Xinyu was as calm as if she was back at home? I actually lost the upper hand several times in the verbal confrontation that I was good at.

The key is that Chaozi is not here. If Chaozi were here, it would be no problem for him to suppress Xinyu by himself.

"Well, come into the room for a moment." When pushing open the door, Xia Xinyu hesitated a little, but soon felt relieved. She was innocent to begin with, so naturally there would be no rumors.

"wait for me."

But before going in, Chen Yuan noticed his grandfather sitting at the door.

It's just like it's placed here. People come and go in the main room, and it's just quietly displayed here. Everyone seems to ignore it and thinks it's very natural.

Chen Yuan walked to his grandfather, squatted down, took out the Furong King cigarettes he had bought in advance from his pocket, opened the box and handed one to his grandfather.

Grandpa took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. Then Chen Yuan took out a lighter, lit the cigarette for Grandpa, and put the whole pack in his other hand.

After taking a puff of Furongwang and exhaling a few wisps of white smoke, Grandpa turned his head and asked Chen Yuan, who was squatting next to him, in an old voice: "Where are you from, kid?"

"Grandpa, peaceful and auspicious."

"What is Hexiang?"

"A small city next to Xia Hai, a very small place..."

“A very small city is still a city.”

"It's not as good as Nanxi Village. I think this place is better."

"So what do your parents do..."

The two of them chatted back and forth like this, with Grandpa asking questions and Chen Yuan answering them.

People passing by were still walking by, chatting quietly.

Xia Xinyu, who was standing aside, was originally smiling, but suddenly, she felt her nose sore, then she went into the room, faced the door, covered her face with her hands, and started crying.

I don’t know why…but I just want to cry…

Chapter 76 Please help me count the money

"Okay, let's come back and play during the Chinese New Year."

After the conversation, grandpa nodded at Chen Yuan. He didn't know what he could promise the other party, but he made this invitation.

"Well, I'll definitely come and play when I'm free."

Chen Yuan also agreed with a smile.

Then he stood up and walked into the room.

At this time, Xia Xinyu had almost finished crying. She wiped her tears with her hands and asked him with a smile, "When did you buy the cigarettes?"

"I bought it on the way to the exam. I knew that people in Jingnan all smoke this." Chen Yuan originally wanted to pass out cigarettes out of social etiquette, but he felt that this was too social and not student-like enough.

But for some reason, he felt that he should buy a pack, as it might be useful at some funeral in the countryside.

Fortunately, Chaozi lost his effect, otherwise Xinyu would have said that she was too thin.

"You are so smart, little clever ghost." Because she was not crying because of sadness, after wiping away her tears, Xia Xinyu returned to her natural state, and there was no cry in her tone.

"If you want to be a smart guy, be a smart guy. Little one is too good."

The pursuit of grandeur is the obsession of every man, and Chen Yuan is no exception.

"Then, clever fellow, use your math skills to help me." Xia Xinyu handed Chen Yuan a blue funeral gift book and said in a relaxed manner, "Some people will come this morning and give money or free gifts. Just write down their names and the amount."

hiss--

Isn’t this a big deal?

Chen Yuan took a breath of cold air.

He really wanted to do something for Xia Xinyu, but this kind of large-scale registration was more or less excessive. Since money was involved, shouldn't he let the closest relatives come?

However, looking at the other party's trusting eyes, he still agreed: "Okay, I'll do it."

"I feel relieved to leave it to you. You are the best."

As if she was coaxing a child, Xia Xinyu's speech really had the flavor of a kindergarten teacher.

What do you mean I am the best?

To elaborate, where is Chen Yuan's strength?

"But I can understand your dialect, after all, your speech is clear, but the dialect of the older generation... I really feel a little hard to guess." Chen Yuan expressed his concerns.

After thinking for a while, Xia Xinyu said, "How about this, I'll arrange a translator for you."

"Little translator?"

So, A few moments later……

"Pull Fusheng."

"Pull?"

"Pull, pull." The uncle raised his voice in an inarticulate tone.

However, even after the uncle in front of him repeated it, Chen Yuan still didn't understand. So, he turned his head and looked at Xu Zhou who was sitting next to him.

So, he started to speak in a clear and melodious voice: "Jiu, Fu, Sheng."

Are you pulling your mother?

Seeing that Chen Yuan was still frowning, Xu Zhou patiently explained: "Yuan Guoguo, Xia Shang Zhou's Ji."

"..."

After hearing this, Chen Yuan was unusually calm. He smiled silently, shook his head lightly, and then wrote down the name Zhou Fusheng.

However, when I wrote the second word, the uncle reminded me again: "Fu, the blessing of the five blessings and the four seas."

You're still waiting for me here, right? !

I couldn't hold it anymore, I finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Okay, okay, I understand, it’s Zhou Husheng.

Born next to the lake, right?

Such a good name, but you called it Jiufusheng, two of the three characters are wrong.

Zhou Husheng, two hundred.

After noting it down, Chen Yuan turned around and said to his useless little cousin: "Xu Jue, please use standard Mandarin."

"Okay, good job." Xu Zhou made an OK gesture.

Hello, you are Xia Xinyu’s aunt.

Just like that, Chen Yuan collected money and recorded the information here, enduring the difficult-to-understand accent.

In terms of the amount, fellow villagers basically gave 200 yuan, neighbors gave 500 yuan, relatives started at 500 yuan, those with a better relationship gave 1,000 yuan, and my aunt and uncle each gave 5,000 yuan.

Those two thick white envelopes represent everyone's concern for Xinyu.

It can be seen that because of Xia Xinyu's experience, relatives and friends have increased the amount of gifts. Moreover, they can tolerate the simplicity of the funeral.

There is only suona, no band.

The standard of the banquet was not high.

To put it bluntly, people are real. When attending someone else's banquet, they will unconsciously calculate whether they have earned their money back from the food they eat.

At this funeral, no one got their money back, but Xia Xinyu also "made a profit".

But everyone was very kind, and no one blamed the funeral for not being grand enough, even in their hearts.

Many villagers also took the initiative to buy firecrackers for the coffin to be used on the way to the back mountain. Logically, this should be borne by Xia Xinyu.

Through the arrogant contempt, joking ridicule and stereotyped description of the countryside by some petty-bourgeois screenwriters, they have created some sharp, mean, stingy, aggressive and feudal images of country people. And they have combined all these elements into one person, mobilizing the audience's emotions, and setting off a feast of class confrontation in essence, and expressing the ugliness of regional black.

In reality, no one has only one side.

At least here, he saw Nuannuan's intentions.

In more than an hour, Chen Yuan registered more than 70 names and received about 30,000 yuan in gift money.

Chen Yuan took another quick glance at the amount Xia Xinyu had recorded earlier, and using the mental arithmetic he had learned in childhood, he calculated that the total gift money for this funeral was just over 40,000 yuan.

The expenses of this funeral should be mainly on the banquet, coffin, suona, some firecrackers, cigarettes and liquor.

According to their discussion, the banquet costs 650 yuan per table, and there are twelve tables in total, so this is the bulk of the cost.

Maybe in the end there will be a surplus of around 25,000 yuan.

Given Xia Xinyu's thriftiness, this would be enough for her to use for two years.

In addition to that, the expenses for studying in Xia Hai are two years of rent, a total of 14,000. It would be great if this could be solved...