When carrying the coffin, Guan Hongda cried not lightly, he was not crying Guan Fuliang, but crying his hard-working father, if Guan Fuliang was soft-hearted and harder, Guan Hongda's parents might not die so early!

Therefore, today he is obviously crying Guan Fuliang, but in fact he is crying his parents, so he is sad and crying.

A group of old people in the village watched from the vicinity with their hands copied, and kept pointing at Guan Hongda, with a look of envy: "Guan Laosan is so blessed, if he dies, there is such a nephew as Hongda to see him off, if I die, I can have half of his scenery, and I can also look at it!"

"What do you want? You can have such a great blessing? This kind of big operation, can you do it with a shackle?"

"You turtle grandson, I think it's okay? As long as you don't burn Lao Tzu, it doesn't matter if you don't do it, I don't know anything if I'm dead anyway, no matter how good it is, it's useless!"

"Then you are still envious!"

In the countryside of Yunze, death is a grand event, many old people in their fifties and sixties, they began to choose their own graves, and some people made their coffins in advance and kept them at home, waiting for the day when they were killed, easy to use.

Now seeing such a beautiful scenery after Guan Fuliang's death, a group of old men and women in the village are all envious, and feel that if they can be so pompous after their death, it will not be in vain.

At this time, the old man and the old lady are so different in their thinking that even the dead are envious.

When going to the mausoleum, the ringing paper money is holding the fence bucket, leading the way in front, the fence bucket contains a bowl of half-life cold noodles, a steamed bun, a pack of paper money, the instrument team takes the lead on the road, the trumpeter changes the law of blowing the trumpet, keeps blowing the flower cavity, desperately shows his ability, every time the gunner who puts the soul chasing cannon fires, the children next to him can be shocked to cover their ears and run, a large group of people from the old Guan family, crying and crying behind the coffin, holding a mourning stick.

This is the custom of holding funerals in the countryside at this time, even if Guan Hongda and his son have been village chiefs and township heads, they are not exempt from vulgarity, and they walked towards the old mausoleum in the noisy sound of ringing instruments.

When a group of people burned the paper on the mausoleum and returned to the village after placing the tribute, it was already noon, and the white banquet began under the master of ceremonies.

The whole street was lined with tables borrowed from various houses in the village, and as for the benches, they were not equipped, and the people who had to eat had to bring their own benches, but most people carried a few bricks from the brick stacks in the street and used them as benches, so that they could make do with a meal anyway.

"Eat and drink well, everyone!"

Guan Hongda and Guan Yunshan, father and son, had already taken off their filial piety clothes at this time, only the shoes were sewn with a white cloth the size of a mask, and the two led a few young middle-aged people from their own families, carrying a few boxes of liquor, and were all over the street to the dinner table to let the wine and smoke, and saw the old man bending down and shouting a few times, and seeing the juniors pat their shoulders and say a few words, they walked down, dozens of bottles of liquor, dozens of cigarettes, and dispersed.

There are a lot of children arguing and fighting at the banquet, especially when the meat and vegetables are served, the children are competing more than anyone else, and some adults even lift the chopsticks to the end of the banquet, and a pair of chopsticks have never been put down.

At this time, everyone's stomach is still generally short of oil and water, and when they see meat, their eyes are bright, and at the funeral, the most they take is not a gift, let alone banknotes, but a large bucket or two buckets of steamed bread, and this steamed bread is not all white flour steamed bread, but half of the white noodles, half of the yellow noodles, and some also specially steamed a pot of bean paste steamed buns to send over.

These steamed buns can be used in the middle of the banquet, Guan Fuliang's funeral, Guan Xiaojun's family received thousands of big steamed buns, piled on the big bed similar to a hill, even if it can be used a lot at the banquet, it is enough for the family to eat for two or three months.

When the guests finish eating, the remaining leftovers will be collected and put into a large pot to form a hodgepodge, and then a pot will be heated, scooped into a large bucket, and let the descendants of the family carry it to all households in the village.

If there are elderly people at home, I will give an extra bowl of leftovers, and I will also deliberately give more fatty meat.

For many years, the custom of sending leftovers to the villagers after the funeral has been retained, and in this era, it is already a very rare thing for the villagers to be able to eat a bowl of such a smorgasbord of vegetables.

This custom is not only found in the Yunze area, but also in other places in Hedong Province, and even the descendants of Confucius and Yan Shenggong seem to follow this rule.

Ten years later, although this custom is still preserved in the countryside, but not many people like to eat this kind of leftovers, everyone generally feels that the leftovers that have been stained with the saliva of hundreds of people are too dirty, and there is a psychological barrier, so it is difficult to swallow, most of them are fed to dogs, and only some people can eat it.

But at that time, no one had this concept of dirty, everyone ate very fragrantly, just such a bowl of leftovers, adults were reluctant to eat, and they were all given to the children to satisfy their hunger.

"Hongda, your third uncle is a step early, you, buy me a coffin in advance, don't buy it now, you can't pick a good coffin, if you buy a thin-skinned coffin that the dog meets, I won't be able to live!"

After the whole funeral was completed, Guan Fuliang's wife, that is, Guan Hongda's third aunt, the ruthless landlord's wife in the past, found Guan Hongda: "I still have a few pieces of ocean, you can take them, give me a good handful!"

The so-called coffin where the dog meets the head refers to the coffin with very thin material, and when the wild dog digs the grave, he touches the coffin board with his head, and then takes the corpse and eats it. In the years of famine, the elderly have seen a lot of corpses dragged out by wild dogs, so what they are most afraid of is that they will end up like this, and the thin-skinned coffin is a helpless move, but anyone who has a little financial resources does not want the old man to use that kind of thing.

Seeing that the third aunt was going to give her a silver dollar, Guan Hongda didn't accept it, and said: "Third aunt, don't take this money, we still have a lot of wood at home, I'll let someone give you a pair!"

The old woman nodded and said, "Seeing the scene you did for your third uncle today, I am also relieved, when I die, you must bury me and your third uncle together, after all, they have been husband and wife for many years, don't separate us." ”

Guan Hongda sighed: "Don't worry, a hundred years later, you will definitely be with my third uncle!"

After sending the third aunt away, Guan Hongda was about to take a break, Guan Xiaojun led a few people over and said to Guan Hongda: "Grandpa, the money of the ringer team hasn't been given yet!"

This time they invited the band team that played suona and played the gong and was the best team not far away, these folk artists, usually farming for a living, when they encounter weddings and funerals, they will gather together and build a team to earn some extra income, some teams are just playing, but some teams will also be equipped with people who can sing and sing next to them.

Originally, Guan Hongda was not very willing to let a young man sing along, but the foreman's strong pleading, coupled with Guan Xiaojun's desire to make this young man work hard, agreed, anyway, his family is not short of this money, and it doesn't matter if there is one more person.

This young man who sings opera is surnamed Zhu, has a nickname called Sansanzui, at this time he is not very tall, the whole person is cringe, with a simple face, nodding to everyone, at this time he has not yet put on the green military coat, and the fate of poverty has not been changed.

Guan Xiaojun didn't expect that there was this buddy in this grass platform team, so he suggested that his grandfather keep him so that he could earn some money for eating, as for this person's future, Guan Xiaojun was thinking about whether to help him.

ps: When I first opened this book, I was full of confidence, and I always felt that even if I couldn't reach the first order of 3,000, at least about 2,000, but the first order was only about 400, and I was really depressed.

My book is very interesting, as long as it is written with heart, the works that pay the feelings, are basically very poor, there used to be a martial arts, I also think it is well written, but the first order is only three hundred, worse than this one, and then write a cool article, it will be fine in a few days, write a cool article, fast, and not tired, much easier than this, and make money. Writing this book, every chapter is exhausting to death, and there is no money to earn, which is really speechless.

Well, let's put it this way today.,If the average order of this book can reach two thousand,I'll update it normally.,At least two more times a day.,If it can't be reached.,Well,I'll make adjustments after the year.,I should be able to add a few more chapters.。 After all, there is a cool book, which is about to end.