Chapter 48: The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife
Chapter 48: Do You Have Business with My Husband?
Qingming Festival.
One of the four traditional festivals in Huaguo, Qingming is a time for ancestral worship, burning incense, and offering sacrifices at the graves. It's not about a strong belief in the supernatural but a cultural practice of remembering ancestors, appreciating the continuation of life, and upholding moral values.
Every year during Qingming Festival, whether studying or working away from home, people of all ages return to their hometowns to pay respects to their ancestors.
During the rituals, the elderly share stories about the graves, recounting significant events and anecdotes. This helps the younger generations understand the hardships of life, appreciate the sweet memories, and prioritize filial piety. Gratitude for the past contributes to a more promising future.
Early in the morning, the extended family of the Xiaojia village gathered at the end of Nan Street, totaling over a hundred men, women, and children.
Some sat on stools, cracking melon seeds. Amidst the lively chatter, people set aside their grievances and engaged in friendly conversations on this day dedicated to honoring ancestors.
Suddenly, the thunderous roar of engines echoed through the air.
Heads turned in unison towards the approaching convoy.
"We finally don't have to ride tractors this year!"
"This is great! No more pushing carts in the freezing wind, avoiding vomiting from the bumpy ride!"
"This year, village chief Xiaofu has finally accomplished something!"
Many were on the verge of tears of joy.
However, someone remarked, "What does the village head have to do with this? These trucks were borrowed by Xiao Cheng, the son of Xiao Zhigang, from the brick factory owner. I saw it myself yesterday when Xiao Cheng went to ask the factory owner for the trucks during my work at the brickyard."
"Our boss readily agreed, even politely seeing off Xiao Cheng. Their relationship seems quite deep. Not like the village head, who wouldn't even meet our boss face to face."
Others chimed in, "When I came here this morning, I saw the village chief driving a tractor. If Xiao Cheng hadn't gone to the brick factory to borrow the trucks, the village chief might have made us ride tractors to our ancestral graves this year!"
The excitement grew as the news spread among the villagers.
In the first truck, nobody disembarked.
As village chief Xiaofu stepped out of the second truck, he hurriedly counted the number of people.
Running to the first truck, he spoke to the man in the driver's seat, "Today, more than twenty people returned from the neighboring Longcheng. The total headcount is 168 people. Can our six trucks accommodate everyone?"
The man in the driver's seat, casting a glance outside, calmly said, "How many are elderly, children, and adults respectively?"
Mayor Xiaofu rushed back to count again, returning breathless, "There are 15 elderly, 11 children under ten, 39 middle and high school students under eighteen, and the rest are adults."
Pointing his fingers on the steering wheel, Xiaocheng spoke, "Elderly sit in one truck with stools, and the three adults playing gongs and drums also sit in that truck."
"Children under ten, accompanied by parents, sit in one truck. The remaining four trucks are for adults, standing."
After a brief contemplation, Xiaofu nodded. With adults standing, it was the usual arrangement.
This year, they had six large trucks, which allowed everyone to sit comfortably, contrary to the usual bumpy tractor rides. However, the news about Xiaocheng's effort to borrow the trucks had only reached the villagers this morning, causing a last-minute reshuffling.
Compared to tractors that could make someone vomit from the cold wind, the smooth and stable large trucks were a much better option. The villagers had no complaints about standing for a short trip.
Having heard the distribution plan, everyone quickly boarded the trucks. The stools that had been prepared in advance were temporarily placed in nearby neighbors' houses.
Wang Cuihua, being a member of the Xiaojia family, could technically remarry after her husband's death. She could choose to attend the ancestral worship in Xiaoshi Village or not.
But as soon as she arrived, she insisted on getting on Xiaocheng's truck.
"Xiaocheng ge..."
Before she could finish the second "ge," a beautiful face leaned over from the passenger seat with a smile.
"Do you have something to discuss with my husband?"
Wang Cuihua glanced at the silently seated Xiaocheng, supporting White Dew's waist while driving, and hesitated before speaking, "I feel a bit carsick. I heard it's better to sit in the front seat; you won't feel nauseous."
White Dew's lips curved slightly, "But our car is already full. Xiao Wei even added a cushion to sit in the middle. Do you want to check other cars?"
At this moment, Xiao Wei was speechless.
How did she know he was sitting in the middle?
She even knew that he was sitting in the middle?
He, who usually paid great attention to his image, how could he suddenly become so indifferent?
Wang Cuihua's face turned hot, and her mind was still shaken by White Dew's sudden appearance. Who would think of going to the graveyard when they were pregnant? Why didn't Xiaocheng care?
"That... well, let me go to another car." Wang Cuihua reluctantly went to Xiao Dazhuang's truck.
However, Dazhuang's mother was in the front seat, and she also suffered from car sickness. Wang Cuihua, being an adult, could only go to the back compartment. The other compartments were already occupied by the elderly, leaving her with no choice but to return to Xiaocheng's side.
But Xiaocheng's rear compartment was already packed with teenage girls.
The girls were blocking the boys who wanted to board. "The upper deck is already full. You guys go to other trucks."
The boys insisted, "We want to ride on Ge Cheng's truck. If you squeeze inside, a few more people can fit."
"Don't get on anymore! Hurry and go to other trucks; it's not good for the car to carry too many people."
"Yeah, go to other trucks. It's not like you can't sit on other trucks. It's the same no matter whose truck you sit in."
The girls offered friendly advice, but their actions didn't budge an inch.
The boys were determined to squeeze in.
Unlike the tractors that could induce vomiting, the smoothly driven large truck was a far better option. The young boys and girls all admired the strong and powerful Xiao Cheng. His reputation for leading a group to collect debts, striding confidently through the streets, made everyone address him as "big brother."
Even in Pingcheng, the street thugs would hand him cigarettes, and debtors would shiver upon seeing him. For the boys and girls who had seen him many times, Xiao Cheng was always considered cool, handsome, and powerful. On this rare occasion when he was going to their hometown, they couldn't miss the chance to ride on his truck.
And now, no one was willing to yield.
The youthful boys and girls, influenced by the admiration for the strong, were eager to board Xiao Cheng's truck. Considering this opportunity rare, they were determined to seize it.
The situation was escalating.
Other trucks were already filled, with everyone sitting or standing in their designated places. Only Xiao Cheng's truck had a large group of youngsters gathered at the rear, reluctant to move and eager to get on.
The fervor of adolescence, combined with the desire to ride in the truck led by Xiao Cheng, created a chaotic scene.
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