In recent days, Sour Apricot Niang has been unable to get out of bed and move.

For most of the year, her body has been very boneless, coughing, wheezing, chest tightness, and her lower limbs are gradually swollen. I can't sleep well all night at night, my spirit is poor during the day, I don't bother to swallow food, and I don't want to eat tea. Talking several times more than usual, he kept nagging on his own. But his speech is slurred, and outsiders can't understand it. Only the sour apricot couple and the sour jujube can understand.

What Sour Apricot Niang said the most is to recall the past when she was a child and a young man. Most of them are in their parents' days, what they have said and done. When it comes to interest, when he is happy, he giggles and snickers, and when he is sad, he is so aggrieved that he sobs and tears, and he is a real old naughty boy. Sometimes, she also said in a matter-of-fact manner that when the old man came, he leaned against the door of the house, still wearing the blue cloth coat he wore when he left. When he was told to come in, he did not dare to enter, saying that a god was blocking the door and would not let him in.

When I say this, it's mostly at night. The adults didn't feel anything, and they all said that the mother was in the yin. The babies couldn't, and they were so frightened that they stood up and urinated. At night, they all hugged into the east room, and they couldn't get up in their parents' bed. He also covered his head with a quilt, and he was so sweaty that he didn't dare to show a single gap. Even in the daytime, the cubs did not dare to easily step into the west courtyard. When the adults said that they had to go, they also made an appointment to go together. After listening to the order, or finishing the work, he left without looking back. The two of them have been accompanying the old lady in the West House, squeezing and sleeping on the beds of the babies.

Seeing that it was too hard for his brother and sister-in-law to serve his mother day and night, he insisted on replacing them and told his brother and sister-in-law to rest. The sour apricot woman smiled bitterly and pointed to the only two beds in the West House, one bed was lying on the mother, and the other was where they lived at night, where was there any free space. The sour jujube comes early and leaves late, so as to leave time and let the brother and sister-in-law take care of more inside and outside the house, and take care of themselves. Especially so, it also dragged a large family to exhaustion, and they could not afford to fall into bed one by one. However, the family is still gritting their teeth and holding on. Sour Xing also asked Maolin's brother Mao Qing to drive the team's ox cart to the town, and specially invited his long-time friend, Dr. Yao, an old Chinese medicine doctor from the commune health center, into his home.

Dr. Yao is a Chinese medicine practitioner in his fifties, and his ancestral medical skills are good. He also went to Nanjing to study in the science and college, and was the pillar of the commune health center, which was well known to everyone in the Quanbeishan commune. Even if people from other communes have intractable diseases, they will travel far and wide to ask Dr. Yao to see a doctor.

When Dr. Yao entered the door, he smiled all over his face, stepped forward to take the old man's hand, and asked here and there. He focused on asking the old man about his urine and urine, checked the old man's dark purple lips and tongue, pinched the pulse points on his wrist for a while, and used the stethoscope to pound the front and back of his chest. Then, he said to Sour Apricot Niang, it's okay, it's okay, the body is strong. I prescribed Chinese medicine to eat, and it was well in no time.

At first, the sour apricot family really thought that they were all happy and happy as Dr. Yao said. Even the sour apricot lady herself believed it to be true, thanked Dr. Yao vigorously, and asked the sour apricot woman to cook for the doctor quickly, and said that she had come from so far away, and she must entertain the guests well. When I'm ready, I'll go to the commune to thank Dr. Yao.

Sour Xing happily let Dr. Yao to the East House. Before the tea could be poured, Dr. Yao spoke. He said that the old man's illness was dying, and he had cor pulmonale disease, which was already in an advanced stage. You have to be mentally prepared.

Sour Xing's heart suddenly froze.

Dr. Yao was relieved that the old man was also in time. The children have done their best, and they have no regrets. Then he said, "I'll prescribe the medicine again, and then I'll tell the person who sent me to take it and try it." It's good to see, it's burning high incense. I'm afraid that if I don't do anything, I should treat a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Then, he took out a small notebook from his coat pocket, and opened a prescription in a hurry:

Peach kernel 12g, almond 12g, Guangdilong 15g, kelp 15g

15 g of whole oak root, 15 g of graders, 3 g of amber, 6 g of sandalwood

Sea pumice 18 g

Dr. Yao instructed that this Chinese medicine should be decocted with water for three consecutive days. If it doesn't work, let's think about arranging the aftermath as soon as possible.

A few potions of decoction went down, like small pebbles thrown into the pond in front of the village, and there was no movement. The symptoms of the sour apricot Niang are still the same, and they are even getting more serious. The sour apricots understand that although the old lady is seriously ill, it is by no means the main reason. The key thing is that the old lady is old, and it is time for the melons to ripen. Accompany me for a while, and I will finish my last filial piety.

In the past two days, the old man has reached the point of delirium, sometimes sober, sometimes confused. All day long shouting that I was hungry and wanted to eat and drink. No matter what you catch in your hand, you just shove it into your mouth. While coughing and panting, he chewed with relish, showing a look of satisfaction. It seems that the time of the sour apricot girl is running out, and she only needs to exhaust the remaining energy in her body. Like a dried oil lamp, it waits for a gust of wind to come and gently extinguish it, and the people go away with the wind.

While the family is serving the elderly all day and night, the aftermath of the sour apricot girl is also quietly and nervously.

The sour apricot woman invited a few women such as Huoyazi and Lanxiang to gather in the east courtyard and busily rushed to make the longevity clothes worn by the old man, such as shoes, hats, trousers, skirts, etc. While doing it, he muttered about the good things of the old man. Emotional, sighing.

Sour apricot arranged Maolin and found someone to make longevity materials, which is the coffin used for the funeral of the elderly. Maosheng inherited the unique genes of his grandparents, and he understood carpentry work at a glance, and as soon as he did it, he also joined the team to prepare for the funeral of the elderly.

They climbed mountains and mountains, found thick trees everywhere, dragged them to the courtyard of the brigade, and sawed them into planks. In order to prevent the fresh planks from getting too damp, a fire was lit in the yard and smoked repeatedly throughout the day. After the board is slightly dry, it is then clinked to form a coffin. Mao Qing went to the town to buy paint and painted the coffin a dark red. He also invited Zhenshu to write a neat and big word "Shou" on the baffle in front of the coffin.

In doing these things, people appear very meticulous and patient. Always compare and correct repeatedly, for fear of a slight omission. People who still go to work during the day, after getting off work, also take the initiative to gather over, take a helper, and find something to do as much as they can. At this time, everyone is very energetic, and they are doing it seriously from the heart, and they are not putting on a show for sour apricots or others. They were all taken out of their mother's belly by the women of the Song family. For this kindness, the villagers take it very seriously. Therefore, when the old man is about to die, try to exert as much effort as possible and return a piece of affection.

The order of the xylophone was announced to the crowd on the morning of a work assembly. Sour Apricot did not come forward to announce it in person. First, the old man's illness disturbed him with no master, and second, when he thought of the process of the paper being baked, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he deliberately did not touch it. The villagers unanimously agreed that it was the old lady's illness that made Sour Xing unable to announce it to the public in person. This is also reasonable, and the villagers do not have any doubts and speculations. So, in terms of production, Sour Apricot was fully handed over to Zhenfu and Xylophone to be responsible for the division of labor, Maolin ran back and forth at both ends, and he devoted himself to the trivial affairs of preparing for the old lady's funeral.

Seeing that the shroud and coffin have eyebrows, especially seeing that the villagers are consciously and voluntarily doing some practical things, Sour Xing felt very comforted. He secretly thought about it, it is better to be kind, to be fair, to do things fairly, to be managed, and to help in trouble.

Taking advantage of the night, he hurried to Zhenshu's house and said to Zhenshu that his mother had said many times that he did not want to be buried with his father in the tomb where he was lying now, and he was afraid that the pulse was not right. Otherwise, the jujube would not have suffered such a big change. I want to ask my brother to re-survey the tomb for my mother. In case the old lady has a mistake, they will be buried together when they are buried. He said again and again that he shouldn't have taken the lead in doing this. But my mother has worked hard all her life, and she asked for this when she left. I can only do it, and I have fulfilled my mother's last wish. As he spoke, old tears flowed down.

Zhenshu didn't dare to slack off, and immediately agreed. He said that the cemeteries in our village are concentrated on the hillside of the road leading to the town in the south of the village, and it is better to find a piece there. Feng Shui is not to mention, no matter who goes to the grave to burn paper, they can't forget to give a share to their uncle and aunt.

So, the two agreed to secretly go to investigate early tomorrow morning. After the acupuncture points are determined, the work will be started immediately to dig the acupuncture points and build the happy tomb. In doing so, you may be able to rush away bad luck, and your mother's illness may be cured.

It is a custom in the village that a grave is built before a person dies, which is a happy grave. It can rush the evil spirit, block the evil god, and have a hundred benefits and no harm to the elderly and their descendants.