Recast youth
Chapter 507 Isn’t this a waste of money?
Chapter 507 Isn’t this a waste of money?
Some things don't seem very busy, but when you actually get involved, you find out that they are really busy. First of all, Kong Jingke has such a cold personality. There is no local social circle. They are all fans and people in the studio. Kong Jingke Jing Ke is not a person willing to trouble others at all.
Coupled with the death of Kong Jingke's mother, the spiritual pillar that had been supporting her in the past three years collapsed, and she stayed with her mother's soul as if she was exhausted.
Ke Meng, the only one who came here, had to take care of her. There was no way. Kong Jingke hadn't eaten for two days. Even if Ke Meng didn't have to take care of her, she, a person from Hunan and Hong Kong, couldn't help Ye Feng.
Almost as soon as he made the call, Ye Feng drove to Beijinqiao to pick up Feng Sande, Feng Zheng, Pan Kun, including Chen Mengjie. Feng Sande was busy with some funeral matters.
Feng Zheng and Pan Kun had to go to various supermarkets early in the morning to raid Soft China.
Ye Feng got feedback from Zhou Yihang's phone call. He called many cars and they were already on the road. It was estimated that they would arrive at five or six o'clock in the morning, and some would arrive at four or five o'clock.
You will definitely need to prepare cigarettes by then.
This was also a headache for Ye Feng. The supermarket had to open at six or seven in the morning at the earliest. The time was tight and there was no time. All the soft Chinese products in all the 24-hour convenience stores in the city were wiped out by Ye Feng.
But the smoke is still not enough.
Ye Feng has made a plan. All the people Zhou Yihang will bring are people in his circle. If they are not familiar with each other, Zhou Yihang will not call others. Each car has a soft Chinese, which is the minimum.
"Don't you still have a few cartons of cigarettes in your office?" Chen Mengjie reminded Ye Feng when Ye Feng had a headache.
"Yes, I forgot."
Ye Feng slapped his forehead and remembered that last year, when the club did not open for business and the fire department came over for inspection, Ye Feng asked Chen Mengjie to buy ten soft balls. He took them and left them in his office without sending them out.
Ye Feng doesn't smoke much either. He took out one and still has nine. Although it's still not enough, it's better than nothing.
After taking out cigarettes from the club.
Ye Feng looked at Feng Sande again: "Old Feng, I want to ask you something, weddings and funerals. I know I have to give red envelopes to the car for happy events. To ask for luck, do I need to give them to red and white weddings?"
Ye Feng was driving the car.
Feng Sande was sitting in the co-pilot. There were only two seats behind him, and Ye Feng didn't want to squeeze in with them. Feng Sande knew more about traditional things. In the past, he mainly relied on feudal superstition to deceive people.
For some old people, when the topic of feudal superstition is brought up, it always works and almost always hits the target. The old people's central idea is one, they would rather believe it or not.
"You should also give red envelopes for white things." Feng Sande yawned and said to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng also wanted to take this opportunity to find out more, so he asked, "What's the meaning here?"
"Funeral events, as the name suggests, are inherently unlucky, so for people who borrow cars, we have to remove bad luck from people and things. The red envelope plays this role."
Feng Sande explained: "The number of red envelopes is arbitrary for the family, usually "red for the moon". Those given to the bereaved family must be in an odd number, and those given to the person doing the work must be in an auspicious number. There are many things to pay attention to, such as opening a tomb for the bereaved family, digging Gold pits, coming into contact with remains or urns, transporting remains or urns in vehicles, moving tombs, collecting gold and bones, sealing museums, choosing a date for burial, etc., all of which require red envelopes."
"I really don't understand this." Ye Feng shook his head.
Feng Sande said: "You are a little older, so it's okay to understand these things. The further you go, the fewer people understand except for some old people. Generally, it is the old people who help organize weddings and weddings."
Ye Feng also understands this truth.
When he was in his hometown, when an elderly person died alone and had no children, an old woman of the same generation would come over and cry when they entered the house, just to make it less chilling.
But this time, Ye Feng just wanted Kong Jingke's mother to leave in a dignified manner.
Of course, there is also Ye Feng's desire to feel proud when he comes back because he was angered in Yanjing. Even if he lives for another two lives, in the final analysis, human nature still wants to be more prosperous.
Wandered around the city.
Seeing that he couldn't buy cigarettes anymore, Ye Feng started to go back to Kong Jingke's house. Before he got home, Shen Yu called. It turned out that he had brought a family dinner to the community.
The car for the family dinner was parked in the community. "Why is it so early?" Ye Feng looked at the time and saw that it was only 03:30. The sky outside the car was also dark.
"It must be early."
Shen Yu said: "You have to entertain people for dinner at dawn. The shed, table, everything must be set up now. If you don't set it up now, it will be too late when dawn. Later they will have to go to the farmer's market to buy vegetables and so on. "
"Okay, I'm on my way back now."
Shen Yu's call made Ye Feng realize the urgency of time. Indeed, he had not thought about the dining shed at all. When he arrived at the community, he found a blue minivan parked downstairs of Kong Jingke's house.
Shen Yu's Mercedes-Benz was parked in the parking space.
When Shen Yu saw Ye Feng coming, he immediately got out of the car. Also coming with him was a couple in their forties. These two people were the chefs introduced by Shen Yu to the family dinner.
"The mosquito bit me to death." Shen Yu said.
Ye Feng asked: "Why don't you go up?"
"I'm so panicked. Besides, I won't wait until you come back to explain it to the master of the family banquet."
Shen Yu said that he was too embarrassed to tell Ye Feng that he was afraid of death, but Ye Feng didn't expose it, and then communicated with the banquet master about how many tables to book and how much a table would cost.
Ye Feng had a whole package of tables. He asked, "How much does a table usually cost?"
The man at the family banquet said: "The prices vary, from 200 to 300, it depends on what dishes you serve."
"According to the specification of 500 per table."
Ye Feng settled on a number, and the number doubled. In his previous life, he had also heard about the prices of some family banquets. It seems that around 2016, family banquets were about 500 yuan.
Now in 2004, 500 running seats should not be too bad.
Then comes the number of tables.
It was really difficult for Ye Feng to count the number of tables, because first of all, he didn't know how many people came from Chang Wei and Zhou Hang, nor did he know how many people from Kong Jingke's fans and "Seven-tone Culture" students came.
There was no other way, so Ye Feng had to call Ke Meng to come down, and asked about how many people came to worship during the day in the past two days. Finally, he decided on the number of tables, and started with an assembly line of 100 tables.
After the 100 tables, there will be another 30 tables.
This frightened the couple at the family banquet. They were surprised and happy. They originally thought that there would be no more than ten tables, but no more than 20. But now they have to prepare 130 tables?Darling, how many people are there?
The workload increased dramatically.
It’s not just about setting up tents, buying food, cooking food, etc. There are not enough staff. Not to mention other things, just one dish on each table requires more than 100 dishes, and there is no room for one pot.
In the end, Ye Feng added 100 yuan to each table and asked the family banquet couple to urgently transfer people. Then he transferred a family banquet he knew and some helpers, but there were still not enough people.
Ye Feng asked Pan Kun to call Leng Guofeng, the security director of Lanshan Club, and asked him to hurry all the security guards to come and help, set up tents and set up tables.
Tents were set up almost everywhere on the side of Kong Jingke's downstairs. As for another family's family banquet, they went directly to the farmer's market to buy the vegetables needed for the flowing banquet.
Four in the morning.
There was a lot of people downstairs, and many people opened the windows midway, wanting to emphasize what time it was to the noise downstairs, but looking at the lights downstairs, they were setting up tents in full swing.
The heads are densely packed.
Everyone closed the windows again in an instant, and some came down wearing slippers and hugged their arms to watch the excitement. They were all stunned. What kind of big family is this? Isn't it a waste of money to set up so many tables with flowing seats?
(End of this chapter)
Some things don't seem very busy, but when you actually get involved, you find out that they are really busy. First of all, Kong Jingke has such a cold personality. There is no local social circle. They are all fans and people in the studio. Kong Jingke Jing Ke is not a person willing to trouble others at all.
Coupled with the death of Kong Jingke's mother, the spiritual pillar that had been supporting her in the past three years collapsed, and she stayed with her mother's soul as if she was exhausted.
Ke Meng, the only one who came here, had to take care of her. There was no way. Kong Jingke hadn't eaten for two days. Even if Ke Meng didn't have to take care of her, she, a person from Hunan and Hong Kong, couldn't help Ye Feng.
Almost as soon as he made the call, Ye Feng drove to Beijinqiao to pick up Feng Sande, Feng Zheng, Pan Kun, including Chen Mengjie. Feng Sande was busy with some funeral matters.
Feng Zheng and Pan Kun had to go to various supermarkets early in the morning to raid Soft China.
Ye Feng got feedback from Zhou Yihang's phone call. He called many cars and they were already on the road. It was estimated that they would arrive at five or six o'clock in the morning, and some would arrive at four or five o'clock.
You will definitely need to prepare cigarettes by then.
This was also a headache for Ye Feng. The supermarket had to open at six or seven in the morning at the earliest. The time was tight and there was no time. All the soft Chinese products in all the 24-hour convenience stores in the city were wiped out by Ye Feng.
But the smoke is still not enough.
Ye Feng has made a plan. All the people Zhou Yihang will bring are people in his circle. If they are not familiar with each other, Zhou Yihang will not call others. Each car has a soft Chinese, which is the minimum.
"Don't you still have a few cartons of cigarettes in your office?" Chen Mengjie reminded Ye Feng when Ye Feng had a headache.
"Yes, I forgot."
Ye Feng slapped his forehead and remembered that last year, when the club did not open for business and the fire department came over for inspection, Ye Feng asked Chen Mengjie to buy ten soft balls. He took them and left them in his office without sending them out.
Ye Feng doesn't smoke much either. He took out one and still has nine. Although it's still not enough, it's better than nothing.
After taking out cigarettes from the club.
Ye Feng looked at Feng Sande again: "Old Feng, I want to ask you something, weddings and funerals. I know I have to give red envelopes to the car for happy events. To ask for luck, do I need to give them to red and white weddings?"
Ye Feng was driving the car.
Feng Sande was sitting in the co-pilot. There were only two seats behind him, and Ye Feng didn't want to squeeze in with them. Feng Sande knew more about traditional things. In the past, he mainly relied on feudal superstition to deceive people.
For some old people, when the topic of feudal superstition is brought up, it always works and almost always hits the target. The old people's central idea is one, they would rather believe it or not.
"You should also give red envelopes for white things." Feng Sande yawned and said to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng also wanted to take this opportunity to find out more, so he asked, "What's the meaning here?"
"Funeral events, as the name suggests, are inherently unlucky, so for people who borrow cars, we have to remove bad luck from people and things. The red envelope plays this role."
Feng Sande explained: "The number of red envelopes is arbitrary for the family, usually "red for the moon". Those given to the bereaved family must be in an odd number, and those given to the person doing the work must be in an auspicious number. There are many things to pay attention to, such as opening a tomb for the bereaved family, digging Gold pits, coming into contact with remains or urns, transporting remains or urns in vehicles, moving tombs, collecting gold and bones, sealing museums, choosing a date for burial, etc., all of which require red envelopes."
"I really don't understand this." Ye Feng shook his head.
Feng Sande said: "You are a little older, so it's okay to understand these things. The further you go, the fewer people understand except for some old people. Generally, it is the old people who help organize weddings and weddings."
Ye Feng also understands this truth.
When he was in his hometown, when an elderly person died alone and had no children, an old woman of the same generation would come over and cry when they entered the house, just to make it less chilling.
But this time, Ye Feng just wanted Kong Jingke's mother to leave in a dignified manner.
Of course, there is also Ye Feng's desire to feel proud when he comes back because he was angered in Yanjing. Even if he lives for another two lives, in the final analysis, human nature still wants to be more prosperous.
Wandered around the city.
Seeing that he couldn't buy cigarettes anymore, Ye Feng started to go back to Kong Jingke's house. Before he got home, Shen Yu called. It turned out that he had brought a family dinner to the community.
The car for the family dinner was parked in the community. "Why is it so early?" Ye Feng looked at the time and saw that it was only 03:30. The sky outside the car was also dark.
"It must be early."
Shen Yu said: "You have to entertain people for dinner at dawn. The shed, table, everything must be set up now. If you don't set it up now, it will be too late when dawn. Later they will have to go to the farmer's market to buy vegetables and so on. "
"Okay, I'm on my way back now."
Shen Yu's call made Ye Feng realize the urgency of time. Indeed, he had not thought about the dining shed at all. When he arrived at the community, he found a blue minivan parked downstairs of Kong Jingke's house.
Shen Yu's Mercedes-Benz was parked in the parking space.
When Shen Yu saw Ye Feng coming, he immediately got out of the car. Also coming with him was a couple in their forties. These two people were the chefs introduced by Shen Yu to the family dinner.
"The mosquito bit me to death." Shen Yu said.
Ye Feng asked: "Why don't you go up?"
"I'm so panicked. Besides, I won't wait until you come back to explain it to the master of the family banquet."
Shen Yu said that he was too embarrassed to tell Ye Feng that he was afraid of death, but Ye Feng didn't expose it, and then communicated with the banquet master about how many tables to book and how much a table would cost.
Ye Feng had a whole package of tables. He asked, "How much does a table usually cost?"
The man at the family banquet said: "The prices vary, from 200 to 300, it depends on what dishes you serve."
"According to the specification of 500 per table."
Ye Feng settled on a number, and the number doubled. In his previous life, he had also heard about the prices of some family banquets. It seems that around 2016, family banquets were about 500 yuan.
Now in 2004, 500 running seats should not be too bad.
Then comes the number of tables.
It was really difficult for Ye Feng to count the number of tables, because first of all, he didn't know how many people came from Chang Wei and Zhou Hang, nor did he know how many people from Kong Jingke's fans and "Seven-tone Culture" students came.
There was no other way, so Ye Feng had to call Ke Meng to come down, and asked about how many people came to worship during the day in the past two days. Finally, he decided on the number of tables, and started with an assembly line of 100 tables.
After the 100 tables, there will be another 30 tables.
This frightened the couple at the family banquet. They were surprised and happy. They originally thought that there would be no more than ten tables, but no more than 20. But now they have to prepare 130 tables?Darling, how many people are there?
The workload increased dramatically.
It’s not just about setting up tents, buying food, cooking food, etc. There are not enough staff. Not to mention other things, just one dish on each table requires more than 100 dishes, and there is no room for one pot.
In the end, Ye Feng added 100 yuan to each table and asked the family banquet couple to urgently transfer people. Then he transferred a family banquet he knew and some helpers, but there were still not enough people.
Ye Feng asked Pan Kun to call Leng Guofeng, the security director of Lanshan Club, and asked him to hurry all the security guards to come and help, set up tents and set up tables.
Tents were set up almost everywhere on the side of Kong Jingke's downstairs. As for another family's family banquet, they went directly to the farmer's market to buy the vegetables needed for the flowing banquet.
Four in the morning.
There was a lot of people downstairs, and many people opened the windows midway, wanting to emphasize what time it was to the noise downstairs, but looking at the lights downstairs, they were setting up tents in full swing.
The heads are densely packed.
Everyone closed the windows again in an instant, and some came down wearing slippers and hugged their arms to watch the excitement. They were all stunned. What kind of big family is this? Isn't it a waste of money to set up so many tables with flowing seats?
(End of this chapter)
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