Chapter 595: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 595: Yang Xiaocai's Instigation

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Liang Xinghua walked over with a dark face.

Seeing his expression, Wang Zhanggen couldn't help but feel nervous.

Because he was afraid Liang Xinghua would blame Zhou Aidi's death on him without asking questions.

"Xinghua, your mother's death has nothing to do with me; the police have ruled out homicide, and my whole family hasn't been in the village from yesterday until now..."

Wang Zhanggen hurried forward to explain.

"Hmm, I know."

Liang Xinghua replied lightly.

Then he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Wang Zhanggen:

"Uncle Changgen, I'm really sorry; today is a happy occasion for your family, but something like this happened..."

Wang Zhanggen was stunned.

He hadn't expected Liang Xinghua to be so calm.

He quickly took the cigarette and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

As long as Liang Xinghua didn't make an unreasonable scene, he would be endlessly grateful to him.

"Xinghua, please accept my condolences."

Wang Zhanggen comforted Liang Xinghua with a sentence.

After the police learned that the deceased's family member had returned, they found Liang Xinghua and asked him some questions.

They took photos at the scene, recorded statements, left investigation traces, and finally the police asked Liang Xinghua:

"Our police have preliminarily concluded that your mother committed suicide. Do you have any objections? If you do, an autopsy can be performed, and further investigation will be conducted after the autopsy report comes out."

Liang Xinghua said instead:

"No objections; let this matter end here."

The police also wanted to finish this matter as soon as possible; what they feared most in such cases was the deceased's family members making endless trouble and acting unreasonably. In that case, not only would Wang Zhanggen have a headache, but the police would also have a huge headache.

Fortunately, Liang Xinghua was surprisingly reasonable and surprisingly calm.

"Does the deceased's body need our assistance to be taken to the funeral home, or will you handle it yourself?"

The police asked another sentence.

"I'll handle it myself."

Liang Xinghua said so.

The police then took out an investigation report.

"Then sign your name here."

Liang Xinghua didn't look at it much and just signed his name on it.

Since the deceased's family member didn't argue or make a scene and had no objections to the investigation results, the police could then leave.

After the police left, Liang Xinghua asked Zhang Zhongtian to help find a few people to carry his mother's body back to his own home.

Before leaving, Liang Xinghua apologized to Wang Zhanggen again:

"Uncle Changgen, I'm really sorry!"

Seeing Liang Xinghua being so reasonable, Wang Zhanggen couldn't help but soften his heart and sighed:

"Xinghua, if there's anything you need my help with, just speak up; if I can help, I definitely will."

Liang Xinghua said instead:

"Uncle Changgen, I appreciate your kindness; today your two sons are getting married, so you don't need to work yourself over here. If bad luck is brought to the wedding ceremony, that wouldn't be good."

After Liang Xinghua brought Zhou Aidi's body back home, he placed it on a broken bed in the side room.

He set up a simple memorial hall in this side room and lit incense and candles.

The home was desolately empty, with only him alone.

He sat beside it, smoking, looking at his mother's cold body, with mixed feelings in his heart.

To say he was sad, it didn't seem that sad.

Instead, he felt as if a burden had been removed.

When his mother was still alive, he had always had a headache over the conflict between Zhou Aidi and his wife.

Leaving his mother alone in the rural hometown caused him no small amount of torment on his conscience.

But bringing his mother to Shenzhen to live together would make his new home a mess.

Now that his mother was gone, he no longer had to make a choice.

Shangou Village had nothing left to linger over; in the future, he could live well with his wife in Shenzhen.

Although he couldn't afford to buy a house, renting a place to live and working outside was better than returning to this remote mountain village to farm.

Just then, footsteps came from outside.

Liang Xinghua looked up.

It turned out to be Yang Xiaocai coming.

"Xinghua, I've come to offer a stick of incense for your mother!"

Liang Xinghua quickly stood up:

"Uncle Xiaocai, thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"My condolences!"

Yang Xiaocai offered incense for Zhou Aidi.

Liang Xinghua gave him a cigarette, and the two smoked and chatted.

"Your mother's matter has spread all over the Village. Why don't you go ask Wang Zhanggen for some money?"

Yang Xiaocai suddenly said such a sentence.

Liang Xinghua smiled bitterly:

"My mother hanged herself in someone's New Building, bringing bad luck to their New Building. I reckon no one can live there anymore. It would be fine if they didn't come to me for money, so how could I have the face to ask them for money?"

Liang Xinghua's character was still relatively upright.

So regarding his mother's death, he did not blame Wang Zhanggen too much, and instead felt a bit sorry toward Wang Zhanggen's family.

So regarding asking Wang Zhanggen for compensation, he hadn't even thought about it.

However, Yang Xiaocai said:

"Who cares who's right or wrong? The dead are the greatest. Your mother died in his building, so he should compensate you. It's just a matter of how much."

Liang Xinghua smoked in silence.

He didn't quite agree with what Yang Xiaocai said.

But it wasn't good to refute him to his face, after all, the other person meant well.

Yang Xiaocai continued:

"Today Wang Zhanggen's two sons are getting married. On this great happy day, it's the best time to ask him for money. If I were you, I'd just open my mouth and ask him for ten thousand or eighty thousand. Anyway, his three sons are all so promising; his family isn't short of that ten thousand or eighty thousand. If he's unwilling to give, fine. Tonight, just bring the corpse to the wedding banquet scene and lay it out. See what his Wang Zhanggen family can do."

Hearing this, Liang Xinghua laughed dryly:

"Such a depraved thing, we'd better not do it. Besides, I've already signed the police investigation report."

Yang Xiaocai said:

"How is that depraved? In my opinion, your mother's death, Wang Zhanggen should bear some responsibility. Your mother did dig up his Ancestral Grave, but he can't deliberately target your mother. The whole village was invited to the feast, but your mother wasn't. Your mother probably couldn't save face, which is why she did such an extreme thing. As for the police investigation result, you agreeing to it doesn't mean Wang Zhanggen doesn't have to pay."

Liang Xinghua, hearing these words, also felt there was some reason.

Yang Xiaocai continued to persuade:

"Besides, you work outside, working yourself to death all year and earning little money, right? Your mother's funeral will probably cost a lot. Plus your child is still young, and expenses won't be few. Isn't it normal to ask Wang Zhanggen for some money? You should think for yourself first. Why think for Wang Zhanggen? His family isn't short of money!"

Liang Xinghua felt more and more that it made sense.

These funeral expenses indeed required a lot.

When holding the funeral for his father Liang Yuanchao before, it cost over ten thousand yuan.

This time holding the funeral for his mother, it would probably cost about the same amount.

Now his finances were already strained, and he indeed couldn't bear it anymore.

As the saying goes, "The rich grow a conscience, the poor hatch schemes." Liang Xinghua, who had always been honest, facing the cruel reality, plus Yang Xiaocai fanning the flames, couldn't help but waver in his heart.

Because he knew very clearly in his heart that as long as he went to ask Wang Zhanggen, it was a sure thing, and a huge sum of money would be within easy reach.

"Uncle Xiaocai, let me think about it carefully."

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