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Chapter 2 Funerals Must Have Funeral Money
"Second brother."

A thin boy in the crowd ran over, hugged Zhong Lin's thighs, tears in his eyes.

"I knew that Second Brother would not die. Woohoo, they all said that Second Brother, you were dead and that they would hold a funeral for you and have a feast for you."

Zhong Lin lowered his head and patted Zhong Shi, who had a big head and a small body and looked like a little carrot. He threw all the prey on his body to the ground and said with a smile: "How could Second Brother die? He is back and has caught a lot of prey. I will grill it for you later."

He raised his head and glanced at the villagers in the yard, and the smile on his face faded and became extremely cold.

Funeral? Banquet?
It’s almost like eating out the entire family.

The parents of the predecessor's family had passed away long ago, leaving behind only a younger brother, Zhong Shi. As soon as the predecessor got into trouble, these people came over like hyenas smelling blood. Don't they know that if the predecessor really died, the remaining food in the family would be the only thing for Zhong Shi to survive.

When Zhong Lin glanced at them, everyone showed an embarrassed look on their faces, avoided their gaze, and subconsciously hid the dishes in their hands behind their backs.

"Um... Dalinzi, we have good intentions. Everyone thought you were dead, so...that's why we came to hold your funeral. We just want you to be respectable."

The person who was speaking was named Lin San. He was the uncle of my predecessor and could be said to have watched him grow up.

"Yes! Yes! We mean well, we mean well!"

Someone took the lead, and other villagers also began to defend themselves.

As the saying goes, the law does not hold everyone responsible. Besides, we didn't know you were not dead. This is just a misunderstanding.

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. It would be great if you could come back alive, Dalinzi. Third Lin, why don't you quickly take down the white banner at the door? Everyone, please go home quickly and don't disturb the reunion of Dalinzi and his brother."

The most senior elder in the village, Mr. Liu, has spoken, and that is the final word.

Lin Laosan quickly nodded and said, "Hey! I'll go right away."

Zhong Lin moved his feet and directly blocked the gate of the yard, blocking Lin Laosan's way.

"Dalinzi, what are you doing?"

The cold smile on Zhong Lin's face vanished, and he spoke warmly, "So it was a misunderstanding! But now that the banner has been hung and the meal has been eaten, isn't it time to pay the funeral gift?"

The so-called "Wanli" is the gift money for funeral.

Since you've come to attend my funeral, you must pay the condolence money.

The smile on Lin Laosan's face froze, and even Mr. Liu Er, who had just spoken, breathed quickly and looked at Zhong Lin in disbelief.

Zhong Lin was not like this before. He was honest and simple-minded. He would not say anything even if he suffered a little loss. But now he actually asks everyone for "donation money".

You are not dead, why do you need a funeral money?

"Get out of the way. What are you standing here for? You're blocking my way."

A drunken voice came from the main room, followed by a tall, fleshy-faced man pushing away several villagers who were standing in front of him.

Even these shameless villagers quickly avoided this person, their faces full of awe and disgust.

"Hey! Dalinzi is back! It's really the mountain god's blessing! I thought you died in the Black Mountain. I'm glad you didn't die. If you did, I would be missing a playmate!"

Zhong Lin's mind suddenly popped up the memories of his previous life. This person was named Zhang Kun, the son of Mr. Zhang Erye in the village. He was of a very high generation and could be the grandfather of some children, but he just didn't do what the elders should do.

Relying on his tall and strong stature, he bullied the villagers, which was a bit exaggerated. There was not so much fish and meat for him to eat, but he often beat people when drunk, kicked widows' doors, and beat up disabled people.

The villagers of Xiahe Village dared not speak out against him. After all, they couldn't really beat him, and he was a ruthless man who would kill in a fight. Broken limbs were normal. You have to know that in this era of underdeveloped medicine, broken limbs could really cause lifelong disabilities. Zhang Kun came to Zhong Lin drunkenly, looking down at him from a full head taller than him, and yawned. The strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face.

"It's good that you're not dead. Good dog, stay out of my way. I'm going home to sleep." Zhang Kun said cursingly.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to push Zhong Lin away, but he failed to do so for a moment.

Zhong Lin raised his head and looked directly at Zhang Kun: "Wan Jin."

Zhang Kun's face was filled with anger. His face, already red from being drunk, became even redder because Zhong Lin didn't give him face. He punched Zhong Lin in the face.
"I'm giving you face..."

Zhong Lin grabbed the hatchet at his waist and chopped at Zhang Kun's neck without any hesitation.

Zhang Kun also reacted the moment the hatchet appeared and dodged subconsciously, but because he had punched someone and was drunk, his body could not react in time. He could only move his body to prevent his neck from being chopped off, but the hatchet still cut from his left shoulder blade to his chest.

laugh!
"what!"

A scream was heard, bright red blood flowed out instantly, and Zhang Kun collapsed to the ground.

The villagers in the yard also screamed in fear, and some of the timid ones kept backing away, looking at Zhong Lin with fear in their eyes.

They really didn't expect that Zhong Lin would actually take action, and the hatchet was aimed at the life. If Zhang Kun hadn't dodged at the last moment, half of his neck would have been chopped off.

Zhong Lin took a step forward expressionlessly, squatted down and slapped Zhang Kun's face with a hatchet: "Wan Jin."

As the saying goes, the arrogant are afraid of the stupid, and the stupid are afraid of the desperate. Zhang Kun, who has always bullied others, was also scared when facing Zhong Lin's knife at this moment, with fear on his face.

"Da... Dalinzi, don't... don't be impulsive. We are from the same village and grew up together. Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Zhang Kun was trembling all over, and there was a strong smell of urine coming from his crotch.

"I don't want to say it a third time."

Zhong Lin's voice was low.

"Yes, yes, I'll give it to you."

Zhang Kun endured the pain in his body and took out a purse from his arms. He wanted to take out some copper coins from it, but Zhong Lin took them all away.

"get out!"

Zhang Kun opened his mouth but didn't dare to ask for it in the end. He could only crawl up while covering his wound and leave quickly.

Zhong Lin glanced at the other people in the yard, and wherever his eyes passed, all these people became fearful and terrified.

"Bringing gold."

Zhong Lin emphasized these two words again, but this time it seemed as if they were filled with a magical power, making them dare not refuse. After all, the pool of blood on the ground was still so glaring.

Some people get two, some get one, and more or less they will have some copper coins left. Although it hurts, it is better than being stabbed.

When the last person left, there were more than eighty copper coins on the table.

"Heh, a bunch of bullies who only care about the strong and the weak."

Zhong Lin cursed, his face full of disdain.

(End of this chapter)