Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 780 - 097 Condolences_1

At this time, the Lin Family Old House was also in complete chaos. Following the mourning period brought on by Lin Jianling’s death came endless arguments. Whether it was about the funeral arrangements or the clothing of the deceased, there were incessant squabbles that seemed impossible to settle.

Lin Jiazhong, being the eldest, was of no help, and even the villagers who had come to offer their assistance could not bear to watch. One by one, they found excuses to leave. Fortunately, thanks to Da Han’s persuasive words, the Lin family wasn’t left all alone; otherwise, the funeral preparations might have truly fallen apart.

After discussing with Da Han, Third Uncle Lin approached Lin Jiazhong with a list of essential items needed for the funeral: "Boss, these are the things needed for your father’s funeral. Take a look, and if there’s nothing wrong, I will find someone to buy them in town."

Lin Jiazhong, sitting on a small stool, casually took the list and grew increasingly frustrated as he read: "Why are there so many items! When my son had his, we didn’t use nearly as much!"

Lin Jiaxiao, who was hiding nearby, crept over to sneak a peek at the list. Even though the amount of silver needed wasn’t specified, having hung around the town recently, he had some idea of the prices.

He clicked his tongue quietly and took two steps back.

Third Uncle Lin held Lin Jiazhong’s actions in contempt and, upon hearing his question, his expression soured as he huffed, "Can your son be compared with your dad?"

Of course not, Lin Yongle’s passing was premature; he didn’t even qualify for burial in the family cemetery, let alone have a full funeral procession. Why would such an affair require so many items?

Lin Jiazhong was aware of this as well, but the items listed, if all purchased, would cost a significant amount of silver—money he couldn’t readily produce.

Da Han pulled on Third Uncle Lin’s arm, signaling him not to stoop to Lin Jiazhong’s level, and said to Lin Jiazhong, "Boss, the items on this list are already the most minimized after our discussion. We know things are difficult for you right now, but these things really can’t be reduced any further."

Touched on a sore spot by Da Han, Lin Jiazhong’s pride couldn’t handle the jab, yet he retorted stubbornly, "Who’s having difficulty? I work as Mr. Accountant in town. What do I see more of every day? Silver! Saying I’m in difficulty, where’s the difficulty?"

"If there’s no difficulty, then hurry up and bring the silver. Your dad can’t wait," sneered Third Uncle Lin disdainfully.

Lin Jiazhong bit his lip, stammered for a while, and finally squeezed out a sentence, "Such a big matter, I have to discuss it with my brother. I’ll get you the silver later."

No wonder he had managed to offend all those who had come to help. Third Uncle Lin opened his mouth to scold him but was persuaded against it by Da Han. Third Uncle Lin huffed coldly, in consideration of the deceased Lin Jianling, he held back his words.

After both men had left, Lin Jiazhong’s face couldn’t hide the strain anymore, and he grimaced as he frowned incessantly.

If this had been a year ago, why would he have needed to consider other people’s opinions for a mere few taels of silver? But since his two sons had run into trouble, he had accrued a mountain of debt. The few friends he had in town now avoided him, fearing having to chase him for money upon meeting. And it was the same with his boss—he had already drawn nearly a year’s salary in advance, and the boss had grown quite dissatisfied. He had no idea how to broach the subject with his boss anymore.

Would he have to sell land again?

Lin Jiazhong angrily pounded on his leg. Once a man of bright prospects, when had he fallen so low as to become like a dog that had lost his home?

Lin Jiaxiao and his wife had long disappeared, and Lin Jiazhong snorted in frustration, calling out loudly. The others in the yard glanced sideways, but Lin Jiazhong pretended not to see and continued to call out louder. He was almost destitute, so why care about their opinions anymore?

Lin Jiazhong could afford to lose face, but Lin Jiaxiao was still concerned about his own.

"Enough, enough, stop shouting. I was just using the latrine for a moment, is there any need for you to bellow as if you’re summoning the dead?" Lin Jiaxiao complained indignantly, emerging leisurely from the house.

Lin Jiazhong gave a mocking smile, "Ha, using the latrine? Since when did you have one in your house? Where did you dig it? Right on the kang where you sleep?"

Lin Jiaxiao’s face flushed red from his elder brother’s mockery. He quickly changed the subject: "Enough! Why all the nonsense! What’s so urgent that you have to call for me like it’s a life-or-death matter?"