Wang Jianjun didn't really remember things from when he was a child, and he hadn't come back for decades, so he didn't recognize anyone. Seeing now that a villager who had helped with the burial back then was not only still alive but also willing to help, Wang Jianjun hurriedly offered him a cigarette.
"Uncle, sorry to trouble you, please lead the way."
"It's no trouble, we're all from the same village. When something happens, just call, no need to talk about trouble or not." The old man took the cigarette and replied with a smile.
In the village, this kind of thing was normal. It was an established rule in the past: for weddings and funerals, everyone would help out. There was no money given, but meals were provided.
When something happened, everyone would go. A village thrived on this kind of unity. Now, with fewer people in the village and even fewer young people, the habit of helping out during weddings and funerals persisted.
