Gathering seven or eight strong laborers from the village, he asked them to go to Qin Xianglian's house tomorrow morning. Jiang Xiaobai gave each of them two packs of cigarettes.
After returning, Jiang Xiaobai took Zhao Sanlin along to the town, where they bought some wine and food.
Tomorrow, the monks conducting the ritual and the pallbearers all need to be provided a meal. There are people in the village who can cook, and Qin Xianglian has already invited them.
After a busy day, night came again.
"Why don't you rest at the guesthouse in town tonight? Don't always sleep in the car; it's too uncomfortable," said Qin Xianglian, feeling sorry for Jiang Xiaobai.
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "Got it, I'll head to town in a little while."
Qin Xianglian said, "I really have to thank you. If it weren't for you being here, I really wouldn't know what to do."
"It's too formal to say such things. You've also had a long day; go and rest," said Jiang Xiaobai.
