It's the same as an old-fashioned dormitory, with rows of rooms in the same layout, the same area, and a large iron stove at the door, with iron drawers underneath for burning paper. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang was afraid to stay in the house for a while, and was called by the third uncle to explain the matter.

When a person grows old, according to the ancient etiquette, it will be a very cumbersome set of rituals. Nowadays, everything is simple, and the funeral is simplified to three days. In the past, the offering table had to be set up at home, but now it is also simplified, and the small mourning hall here in the funeral home can be incense and burn paper.

There is no need for a farewell hall as big as in Hong Kong movies, and there will be no memorial service in the early years, for ordinary people, everything that can be simple will really become simpler and simpler.

In the lounge, the third uncle wrote a piece of paper full of things to buy, from incense to wine to big roosters, and explained them one by one. There is also the cremation process here in the funeral home, today is the first day, prepare time for the family of the deceased, and burn the big paper in the afternoon of the second day.

Everything can be simplified, there must be a big paper burner, a paper horse paper car must be there, and the wealth below must be burned in this way.

On the third day, he was cremated, then buried, and the whole funeral was over.

This is the last three days of a person's life in the world.

The third uncle explained a lot of things, and then focused on three things: first, did you buy a cemetery? Second, did you buy an urn? Third, did you go through the formalities at the police station?

Zhang was afraid that he could only be sure that the third thing had not been done, he must have not gone to the police station, and the first two things were not clear, so he hurriedly asked Sister-in-law Qiao.

Sister-in-law Qiao burned paper on the boxy stove, and the old man said that whoever burned more was the one who sent more money to that side. Lao Qiao's family is the only one who can burn paper, no more, no less......

The customs are different in different places, and in the provincial capital, burning paper is mostly for the younger generations. Many elderly people pass away, and their wives don't even come to the funeral home until they are cremated and buried, and they don't have to show up. On the contrary, they need someone to accompany them.

Zhang was afraid to come over to ask, and the turtle came over to replace Sister-in-law Qiao: "I'll burn it." ”

It's hot, burning paper against the stove, it's even hotter, and sweat runs down quickly.

Sister-in-law Qiao wiped her sweat and said that the cemetery was there, but the urn was not bought, and the police station did not go.

Zhang Wei said: "You have to buy this, I'll go to the police station." ”

Sister-in-law Qiao said hello and went into the house to talk to the third uncle.

In the registration hall at the head of the head, there is a special display case with various urns and prices indicated.

The third uncle said that he would not buy it here, it was expensive. After explaining that Zhang was afraid of some things, he took Qiao's sister-in-law out of the funeral home and went to the shop outside to buy it.

Zhang was afraid to look at the paper written by the third uncle, and called the turtle over: "You and the sixth son go shopping, will it?"

"Okay, who let me have a car. The turtle replied.

Zhang Wei took out a stack of money from his pocket: "Two thousand, not enough for you to pad." ”

The turtle thought for a moment, did not refuse, and called someone to go out and buy something.

Zhang was afraid to go to the stove to burn paper.

The area was very wide, facing each other, and there were two long rows of houses, in the middle of which were long flower beds, but only grass.

It was very hot, but this place was full of people, some with paper to block the sun, some with umbrellas, and most of them stood by the wall, trying to hide in the shade.

Some people smoke, some people drink water, some people talk, some people look at their mobile phones, and you can hardly see who is crying, but you can see solemn faces.

Incense cannot be broken, this is what the old people instructed. Candles can't be extinguished, and it's also what the old people say should be paid attention to in funerals.

Unfortunately, the world is volatile.

During the day, when everyone stays here, the incense is not broken, and the candles are not extinguished, but when it is late, what about when everyone goes home?

Open the paper money and scatter it, and send it into the furnace one by one. The flames burst into flames, burned white, and burned so hot. Zhang was afraid to say in his heart, and asked Old Man Qiao to go all the way.

The fat man came and stood for a while, asking what was there to do.

Zhang Wei pointed to a few bundles of paper money on the bench next to the wall: "Burn slowly." ”

The fat man went to bring over two stacks and accompanied Zhang Wei to be sun-dried and roasted together.

At this time, others have nothing to do, huddled in a shady place to talk. The fat man asked, "When will you go back?"

Zhang was afraid to think for a while and said, "There are not so many people, let everyone go, just burn the big paper tomorrow afternoon." ”

The fat man said hello and went to inform the guys.

Those people consulted with each other, entered the back room, that is, went to the mourning hall to say goodbye to Qiao Guanghui, and then left.

Sister-in-law Qiao and the third uncle came back, took a box that said it was rosewood, and put it in the mourning hall. After a while, the wreath was sent by the paper worker, and two were placed on one side, a total of four.

The third uncle asked Zhang for his name, and he wanted to write a couplet. You can't have a wreath with an empty name.

Sister-in-law Qiao gave the money and came out to continue burning paper.

The third uncle was busy in the house for a while, shouted to Zhang Wei to enter the house, pointed to the gold and silver two-color paper and said, "These are going to stack ingots, you can arrange some manpower." ”

Where to arrange manpower? The old neighbor in Xingfu saw Qiao Guanghui in the hospital, and he also stuffed money to Qiao's sister-in-law, and then left. The little friends Zhang was afraid of shouting had just been sent away.

Zhang was afraid to say, "Teach me how to fold?"

Stacking ingots is simple, but the difficult thing is to stack a lot.

Seeing noon, the fat man came to ask Zhang what he was eating. Zhang was afraid that he remembered that he still had to eat, so he went to ask Sister-in-law Qiao and Third Uncle.

Sister-in-law Qiao wants to invite everyone out to eat. The fat man said, "Buy a boxed lunch, I saw someone delivering a boxed lunch just now." ”

It's a credit to the many food delivery apps, a phone call and they'll deliver the meal to the funeral home.

The third uncle is the busiest person and has to write a lot of things. The ritual should be done in a full set, starting from when Qiao Guanghui entered the mourning hall, he just shouted a set of words, and when the spirit was raised, he had to shout again, first tell the mountain god, and then tell the four gods to open the way for Qiao Guanghui.

During the meal, he explained some things to Zhang Wei. For example, the carriage will be delivered tomorrow, and you will have to arrange for a few people to carry these things when you burn the big paper. When the spirit rises, someone will carry Qiao Guanghui into the coffin car and send him all the way.

You have to find all the manpower.

In short, all kinds of things have to be told again, and a little negligence is impolite to the deceased.

Zhang took out his mobile phone and recorded it one by one on a notepad.

After the meal, I continued to burn paper, and I also continued to take care of the incense and candles.

The third uncle explained what should be explained, and left first. Come back tomorrow.

Zhang was afraid to say to Sister-in-law Qiao: "You go back and rest." ”

Sister-in-law Qiao didn't do it, and said that she would keep a vigil for one night.

The old rule is to keep the spirit, it should be necessary to keep the spirit, and you can't cut off the incense all night, but this is not a home, it is a funeral home. To put it bluntly, this is a crematorium.

Zhang looked at the crowd around him and asked, "Can you keep people at night?"

It is possible to stay, the question is how many people dare to stay?

From two o'clock, many people gradually came up in this place, and there were paper carts and paper horses outside the mourning halls, as well as boys and girls. Some of the paper is particularly perfunctory, and the boys and girls of about one meter are as light as a piece of paper. Some of the paper work is good-looking, tall and majestic white horses, and there are big scalpers.

As soon as three o'clock arrived, some people put paper work on the aisle and put it on a long slide, and family members and relatives stood in the line with many things. The master of ceremonies began to read, read the full set of words, pressed his waist, and sounded a loud funeral tune, which was the kind of music player for the old man's music, replacing the white team such as suona and horns.

Master of ceremonies walked in front and led the team to the incineration site.

In the past, it was called burning large paper, because it was a particularly large open space, and several families were burning it together. Now it has become a closed hut in which paper work is put in, and the family members hold ceremonies outside.

Everything is changing, and it is developing in the direction of reasonableness, convenience, speed and safety.

One after another, from three o'clock to four o'clock, between these two rows of houses, one after another went to burn large papers for their deceased relatives.

The fat man looked at it for a while, said that we will do the same tomorrow, and then persuaded Sister-in-law Qiao to go home.

Sister-in-law Qiao didn't leave. Zhang was afraid and said, "Then you go into the house and stack the ingots." "Calling fat people is also in the past.

In front of the mourning hall, Zhang was afraid that a person was burning paper, and while burning paper, he watched the queue of households line up to go out.

I want to say here that other families have linen and filial piety, but Zhang is afraid that there is only one relative of Sister-in-law Qiao. Zhang was afraid to think about it again and again, and wore a black hoop on his arm.

Time passed quickly, and at half past four, the place began to become deserted. Almost all of the paper-burning procession left, leaving only a few relatives.

The fat man went to persuade Sister-in-law Qiao to go home again, saying that the funeral home has people who are on night duty, and they will help you watch the incense and candles, and they will not go out.

Sister-in-law Qiao didn't leave.

By half-past five, the place was almost empty. Then, as if it was going to change, the place stopped heating up in an instant. Without the sun, the heat just disappears.

At about six o'clock in the evening, the night shift people went from room to room to check. I don't know other places, just in this area, these two rows of mourning halls, only three mourning halls still have people. The other rooms were empty, except for the dead man lying in a refrigerated coffin.

The young man on the night shift was a young man, and soon came to Zhang was afraid of them, and went into the house to see and came out again, without saying a word.

The fat man asked, "Can you keep people at night?"

"Yes. The man went to check the next room. He's checking the power supply and open flame.

Sister-in-law Qiao said I will stay, you can go back.

Zhang was afraid to disagree, and said: "This is not home, let's go back." Then he said, "Look at this place, everybody has gone home." "Speaking of which, I think of incense and candles.

Just saw the person on duty on the night shift coming out of the front room, Zhang was afraid to ask: "If we don't keep anyone, will anyone watch the incense and candles?"

"Who's watching?" the man on the night shift thought for a moment and asked, "You're staying here?"

"Don't stay. The fat man and Zhang Wei said together.

"No, I blew the candle when I left. The man went to another room.

"Isn't this blowing the lamp and pulling out the wax?" Zhang muttered and looked at the fat man.

The fat man said, "Don't look at me, I don't understand." ”

But whether you understand it or not, on the night of the crematorium, except for the staff, no one stayed to keep vigil.

You think, this big night, even though it's summer, will feel a chill. There are also mosquitoes and wild cats, which are even more eerie, like a horror movie......

Sister-in-law Qiao was persuaded to leave by Zhang Wei, and everyone left together. (To be continued.) )