Jiang Village, which is seldom lively, came alive in an instant.
The main reason was that there were too many idlers in Jiang Village, just too idle indeed.
"Qi brother, what should we do?" The police officer following Qi Shanwei also got out of the car, then listened to the various "mourning" sounds around him, and was baffled.
It was the few elderly men and women, over seventy, blocking the front of the car who, although they couldn't use WeChat, still made time to take out their feature phones, dial a number, and yelled:
"Jiang Yuan really has sacrificed, I saw it myself, why would I lie to you?"
"There's no misunderstanding, that daughter-in-law from someone's family has better eyes than me, she saw the wreath."
"A wreath can't be fake, it's just like the one the fat police officer brought over last time."
At this time, the police from the car behind also got out, with the same bewildered expression, listening to the voices all around.
