Hidden talents and rising stars in the nanny industry

Chapter 130 Every profession deserves respect.

Early in the morning, funeral music played on a loop at the funeral home, and the villagers tacitly went to help, bringing a bit of life to the quiet village.

Aunt Hao took the four of them over to see if they could help in any way, and explained their purpose. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened at the host's house, and they said they would have to postpone it for a few more days.

"What? Aunt Hao, didn't you say we could leave after the Taoist chanting for a whole morning?"

"Yes, Aunt Hao..."

"An earlier burial means a sooner rest in peace! Why wait a few more days?"

The four were getting anxious, not understanding why it had to be postponed for a few days.

Aunt Hao told them what she had found out.

“The children of this family have been working away from home for many years. They couldn’t accept the sudden death of their elderly parent, so they wanted to give them a proper funeral.”

“Our place is too remote, and the mortician is unwilling to come, so we have to find someone else. Therefore, the date has been postponed by a few days.”

Everyone had different expressions; apart from Wang Ma, none of them quite understood what a "crying spirit master" meant.

"What is a 'crying spirit'? Why do we have to wait for her to come?"

"Yes! Aunt Hao, what does the burial have to do with this?"

Aunt Hao didn't answer their questions, but instead looked them up and down, her mind wandering.

Then, out of the blue, he asked, "Are you in such a hurry to go back?"

Everyone felt uncomfortable under her gaze, and they became even more frightened after hearing what Aunt Hao said.

Do they not want them to leave?

Are they going to keep them here to do hard labor just for a few watermelons?

Aunt Wang asked tentatively, "Big sister, what exactly are you trying to say?"

I was really scared watching them!

Aunt Hao called Wang Ma aside and said a few words to her.

The three watched from afar as Wang Ma's expression changed repeatedly, and a bad feeling crept into their hearts. Could it really be what they were thinking?

When Wang Ma arrived, the expression on her face was indescribable.

Zhang Xinru couldn't help but ask, "Wang Ma, what exactly did Aunt Hao say to you?"

Xu Jiaojiao urged, "That's right, Aunt Wang, hurry up and tell us, it's driving me crazy."

Ye Jiajia also looked anxious, and the three of them looked at Wang Ma with concern.

Aunt Wang stammered, "It's just...it's just...she said if we don't mind, we can talk to the host family and ask them to let us go and mourn! That way we can leave here sooner."

The three of them said in unison, "Crying at the funeral?"

This is the first time I've heard this word.

"That works too. We can cry at the funeral if we want, at least we can get back sooner!"

"Yes, this is a good thing for us!"

Zhang Xinru felt it wasn't that simple, otherwise Wang Ma wouldn't have made that expression.

"So what is 'crying at the funeral'?"

Wang Ma explained, "It means crying on behalf of the deceased's family, treating oneself as the deceased's child, kneeling before the coffin and sincerely crying and singing."

"..."

Actually, this is what Aunt Hao said in her original words.

"If you ask me, the four of you were crying so enthusiastically yesterday, why bother looking for a grieving master? I think you can do it. The family can't find anyone for a while. If you're willing, I can talk to them. That way, you can earn some money and go back sooner. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

Xu Jiaojiao was the first to object, "No, my parents aren't dead yet, I don't agree."

Ye Jiajia lost both her parents at a young age and had little concept of the word "parents".

In the past, some people in the village would often mention to her that she was picked up by her grandmother, and her grandmother told her not to listen to those people's nonsense.

“Our Jiajia also has someone who loves you. They don’t love you, but Grandma loves you.”

No matter what, her grandmother was the most important person in her heart.

Crying at a funeral is acceptable, but it's a bit embarrassing.

"Well...we're not professionals either!"

Zhang Xinru didn't care about any of that. Crying would earn her money and allow her to go home sooner, so that was no problem for her.

"I don't think it's that hard to accept, right?"

Wang Ma nodded. "Actually, there aren't that many rules. We're crying on behalf of the family. There are people who specialize in this. Every profession deserves respect."

Since her parents had died long ago, she had no psychological burden when she cried.

Zhang Xinru and Wang Ma tried to persuade the other two by working together.

"Do you want to go back soon?"

"Exactly, I'm afraid that if we stay any longer, something else might happen!"

"Look at the state of our clothes. The conditions here are terrible, we can't take a shower, and we don't want to bother Aunt Hao. Are we just going to wait here to stink?"

Actually, wiping and cleaning is fine, but with so many of them, it's not good to bother Aunt Hao with changing their clothes.

Xu Jiaojiao hesitated. She also wanted to go back early and take a good shower, as she felt like she was about to stink.

Ye Jiajia pointed out the problem: "Well... we can cry, but we can't sing!"

Zhang Xinru thought for a moment, "That's easy, just search the words on Baidu, copy them down, and memorize them."

Without further ado, the four of them discussed it and told Aunt Hao that they were willing.

Aunt Hao introduced the four of them to the host family and said many kind words to them.

"Don't worry! I saw what they were doing yesterday when they were crying. They were crying their hearts out. I think it will definitely work."

"Besides, they charge low prices and don't overcharge you. Four people singing for two hours only costs a thousand yuan, and you only need to provide a meal."

The four of them were speechless with embarrassment.

The family thought about it and agreed, since today was an auspicious day for the burial, and they wanted their deceased family member to be laid to rest as soon as possible.

“Okay, I’ll set up a banquet for them. They can start singing around 10 o’clock after they finish eating. Tell them to get ready.”

After saying that, he gave each of them a white cloth.

"Okay, alright, it's settled then."

The four of them ate their meal while reciting the lyrics for the song they would be singing later.

Seeing their serious expressions, Aunt Hao didn't go over to disturb them.

When he saw someone calling, he quickly ran to a secluded spot to answer the call.

"Hello? You mean four women? Yes, yes, one older and three younger, they're all here with me. Okay, okay, hurry up and come over, they're all waiting!"

It turned out to be a call from Xiao Shi. Only his mother and sister knew this number. When he saw the missed call, he was overjoyed, knowing that they must have heard from him.

Only after learning that her sister and the others had run to the other side of the abandoned factory did she realize that she had gone the wrong way.

Upon hearing the woman on the phone reveal their location, they rushed over without stopping.

Aunt Hao thought she would tell them about it after they finished crying, otherwise she was afraid they would be too happy to cry.