In the previous chapter, I wrote that Lu Wendong came to me and said that my grandmother was dead and told me to return quickly, and I scolded him.

But I muttered a little in my heart, my grandmother is very unwell, and I am a little skeptical that it is true.

I quickened my pace and trotted home, two or three hundred meters away from the gate of my house, I heard a cry, my heart was pounding, and I did not untie the lead lump and swished three steps and did two steps, and the speed of running was really not slow.

When I came to the door, I stopped, the black pressure was overwhelming, there could be more than a hundred people, I squeezed into the crowd, through the crowd, into the east house and saw my grandmother, wearing a shroud, lying on the temporary wooden bed on the ground, my dad was crying, my mother and my five aunts, crying silently, I saw a room full of people, I was stunned, a few seconds later, I reacted, I cried.

Mr. Yin Yang brought me a filial piety hat, a white filial piety robe, a white filial piety belt, and a pair of white shoes.

I fell to my knees and crossed the river crying. My dad didn't talk about his image at all, and he cried and shouted at my mother, my cousin, my cousin, my brother-in-law, my father's colleagues, friends, all came one after another.

Mr. Yin and Yang, announce that the family members have arrived and carry the body into the coffin. My dad was crying on top of my grandma.

My uncle-in-law and my uncle helped him up and said, there are many things waiting for you to pay attention to, how can you do this, control and control.

It took my dad a long time to stabilize a little. Tell Mr. Yin and Yang, what should you do, you bother. Mr. Yin and Yang said, lit the lantern, took a bowl, got a bowl of oil, lit the lamp, and said, take a dog stick, and then made three wooden sticks of value, and got some cotton on it, and said, bolt the stumbling wire, make a rope to tie my grandmother's ankles, and said, open the sky, bright eyes, take a leaf or something, take a little water, on my grandmother's eyes to make a comparison, open the light, something, open the road or something, open the ears or something, anyway, it's a big set, I can't figure it out at all, where he even said with a comparison, and then finally said, Taiwan。

My aunts, one by one, cried like tears, my aunt fainted from crying, and it took a long time to recover from the pinching.

That night, my dad and my four aunts held a vigil. My third aunt didn't come, because she was given away back then, and she couldn't be contacted.

We knelt outside the mourning tent and had to kowtow when we saw someone bringing paper, regardless of who it was. It's just a kowtow.

Even if he took a piece of paper, as soon as he put it in the brazier, we brothers would have to kowtow. It wasn't until the middle of the night that my dad told us, go to the back room and go to bed.

We got up and went to the back room and slept for half the night. He got up at five o'clock in the morning the next day, went to the front of the mourning shed and knelt down, and kept adding paper money to the brazier until the next night.

My mom and my aunts were on vigil, and we went to sleep. In the early morning of the third day, my house was full of wreaths in the yard, which were placed in two rows from the mourning shed until the fork in the road, and the yard was also placed.

A rough estimate is one hundred and eighty. Write the couplet on it, who is who dedicates. Mr. Yin and Yang wrote the inscription, Xufu Liu Taijun, born in the A.D. how many years, so in the A.D. how many years, the main deeds of his life.

Write a eulogy, the main merit during his lifetime. Then Mr. Yin Yang presided, opened the lid of the coffin and saw the last side.

We were instructed not to speak, not to call names, not to cry loudly, and the family members came forward in turn, starting with my father, because he was the eldest son and the only son.

Then it was my brother, because he was the eldest grandson, and then me, and when I saw my grandmother lying in the coffin, I was about to cry, and Mr. Yin Yang and my aunt immediately told me not to cry with stern eyes.

Then my mother, then my eldest aunt, second aunt, fourth aunt, fifth aunt, no one dared to speak out.

Even though there was no sound in tears, my mother made seventy-seven dumplings, brought a bowl, and put it on the tribute table in front of the coffin, and the rest, my father and mother, my aunts, and our brothers, each ate a few.

There can't be more than one dumpling, not one less, it must be seventy-seven, because my grandmother is seventy-seven.

It is said that everyone is blessed to eat and descendants. It's another big set of words, and I don't understand it. Then Mr. Yin and Yang, call my father, order the coffin lid, order it, shout, mother dodge the nail, mother hide to the left, mother hide to the right.

My dad was crying while nailing the coffin lid and shouting. After the coffin lid was nailed, Mr. Yin and Yang, announced, the spirit fell to the basin, and my father knelt on the ground, lifted the basin, and smashed to pieces.

The drummer's horn 🎺 was whining, the tune was sad, my dad was flipping in front, my brother and I were following behind, but minors were not allowed to go to the cemetery, but they could be sent to the last crossing, and my mother and my aunt were women, so they were not allowed to go to the cemetery.

When we got to the last crossing, we all knelt down and kowtowed, and then came back. My father was followed by my brothers-in-law, my cousins, my adult cousins, and my relatives who had not yet made the Five Blessings, and then the coffin bearers, and then my parents and my relatives' friends.

Walk all the way, sprinkle paper money all the way, and the coffin can change the bar, but the coffin must not fall to the ground, it can be slow, but it must not stop, no matter what car is encountered on the road, the funeral team must go first.

When I got to the cemetery, my dad filled in the first handful of soil, then relatives, then friends. After the coffin was buried in the earth, my father put on the first pillar of incense, and then took my father's horse, and the boys and women, the servants, and the televisions, etc., and the boats, cars, and my aunts, each of whom tied a cow, and the chariot and shepherd boy, burned them all, and planted two pines and cypresses in front of the grave.

Read the eulogy, kowtow and burn paper. When the funeral procession returned, my parents invited all relatives and friends to a dozen meals.

On the fifteenth day of the first month, incense, and the grave on the day of the New Year's Day. In the first three years, it is not allowed to stick door gods, pairs, or firecrackers.

The arms are made of black cloth, embroidered with white characters, with filial piety. In our Northeast region, the funeral is basically like this, my grandmother in our family, I remember so much, at that time, I was only eleven years old, I don't remember everything.