People have never known contentment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAlthough Zhang Zhiqiang is crying, he is also putting on a show with a purpose, and there is no family affection at all. The surrounding residents saw Zhang Zhiqiang's bitterness so sad, and they also began to remember Zhang Zhiqiang's father.

In order not to miss this funeral, my mother led me to worship Grandpa Zhang, and I happened to catch up with the spirit. In our hometown, there is a custom that before the spirit is buried, Mr. Yin and Yang will tell the deeds of the deceased before his death, firstly, to show respect to the deceased, and secondly, to tell everyone present. The second is a loved one kneeling in front of the funeral shed crying and burning paper. The third is the only son of the family who carries the spirit sail and sends the soul of the deceased to the local temple for storage. Finally, according to Mr. Yin and Yang's proposal, the deceased will be buried in the pre-agreed location, which is considered to have completed all the processes.

Seeing that everyone had come, Mr. Yin and Yang Zhao Chungui cleared his throat and said very sadly: "When I learned that Lao Zhang had died, my heart trembled, and I believe that everyone present also felt the same way as me. Lao Zhang is a good person! Whether it is to treat former students, or to his family and neighbors, he is not bad, and a bowl of water is even. After speaking, he looked at Zhang Zhiqiang again, and saw that the latter was still crying sadly, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Fortunately, Lao Zhang has a good son, Lao Zhang, you have a spirit in the sky, but you must bless your son!"

After Zhao Chungui said this, Zhang Zhiqiang suddenly felt a chill on his back, and suddenly, in the coffin behind the team, a whirlwind suddenly blew, and this whirlwind came from Zhang Zhiqiang's head to the front of him, which looked extremely weird. Zhang Zhiqiang's mother screamed, and he was so frightened that he retreated again and again, and he bumped into the team playing suona behind.

Zhang Chunhua took Bai Lingbu to watch the excitement in the back, and silently scolded that he deserved it.

This whirlwind came very suddenly, and everyone was a little confused. This funeral has always been smooth and steady, just now the whirlwind passed through Chang Zhiqiang's body, did the deceased hear Zhao Chungui's eulogy and began to care about his son. If that's the case, it's really God.

The whirlwind, also known as the yin wind, seems to the villagers to be a manifestation of the father missing his son, and in my opinion, it is just the beginning of the return of the soul.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiqiang was so scared, Zhao Chungui was also a little confused.

He looked at the chattering crowd around him, waved his hand, and motioned for them to stop talking. After the prayer was recited, the second item began, the burning of paper in the altar. For this spiritual shed, everyone must not understand, the spiritual shed, is the second step of the funeral, is the deceased needs things, according to Mr. Yin and Yang's prompts, buy paper cows, paper horses, paper boys and girls, with gold paper stacked out of the ingots fired. In one, it's the yellow table paper. This needs to be done by an immediate family member. Zhang Zhiqiang and Zhang Chunhua knelt on the ground, the two of them burned the paper, Zhang Chunhua lowered his head, slowly put the gold ingots into the brazier, and said: "Dad, I know that you are usually thrifty, and my daughter will give you money." I hope you can spend more money when you go to the underworld, and if you don't have enough to find your daughter, your daughter is burning for you. ”

After this moment, Zhang Zhiqiang trembled and picked up the paper-tied cow and horse, put him in the brazier, and said: "Dad, I hope you will rest in peace after death, my son will give you a horse, I hope you will give me a dream as soon as possible, and tell me the whereabouts of that money!"

Zhang Zhiqiang slowly put the paper man into the brazier, and followed the direction of the paper horse's ignition, and in an instant, a flame sprung up, burning Zhang Zhiqiang's clothes along the horse's tail, Zhang Zhiqiang was so frightened that his soul was gone, and he subconsciously retreated again and again.

Zhao Chungui saw that today's funeral was a bit evil, so he quickly extinguished the fire on Zhang Zhiqiang's body. To say that the first time such a situation occurred was that the old man missed it, and the second time it caught fire, it was clear that he didn't want his son to worship. How does this spirit come out, how does this funeral proceed?

Zhao Chungui pulled Zhang Zhiqiang to a place where no one was and said, "Nephew, it seems that this funeral can't come out again, come again, but it's really going to die." ”

Zhang Zhiqiang nodded, and asked a little depressedly: "Indeed, Uncle Zhao, you have rich experience in handling funerals, look at today's incident, what is going on?"

Zhao Xigui touched his bare head, he was wearing a Zhongshan suit, he was still holding a cigarette pouch in his hand, he was empty of cigarette ash, and said: "Child, I won't tell you, your Uncle Zhao and I have been at the funeral for many years, and it is the first time I have seen the deceased against my relatives, so I want to say that this is the first time to be excusable." This second time, it was too fierce. Once this fire is bigger, it can kill you. I don't think we can go to the funeral today. Put him in a cool and ventilated place first, and tomorrow, find a chance to take a look!"

Zhang Zhiqiang looked at the villagers, then at Zhao Chungui, and sighed silently. This joke seems to be decided.

After packing up his things, Zhang Zhiqiang prevented people from carrying back the body of his father Zhang Zhiwu. When his wife Wu Fenfang saw the old man's body carried back, she was angry.

In the evening, everyone went home. Lying on the kang, Zhang Zhiqiang stared at the ceiling in a daze, unable to sleep. There has never been a similar situation in this funeral. Could it be that this old man is on a par with me?

His wife Wu Fenfang saw her husband lying on the kang in a daze, leaned on her shoulder, and said, "Husband, what's wrong, when I see you come back today, I feel like I can't give up!"

Zhang Zhiqiang panicked, so he told Wu Fenfang what happened.

Listening to her husband's words, Wu Fenfang was also a little scared, but she quickly kept her composure when she was bold, so she said: "Dad died of drinking pesticides, so we didn't even give him a shroud." You don't have to be afraid, whether it's a ghost or a god, you don't have to be afraid. You say, where can you put the more than 400,000 passbooks that this old man kept?"

Zhang Zhiqiang took a deep breath and said, "Since you don't usually find a place, can you put it on the clothes that the old man wore before he died?"

"Wealth and danger, I think, it's better to have the old man's body still there tonight, let's look for it, that's 400,000, enough for us to earn a lifetime." Thinking of this, Wu Fenfang put on her shoes and prepared to go.

Seeing that his daughter-in-law was so active, Zhang Zhiqiang was not idle, he put on his shoes unhurriedly and followed. There is a saying that the two of them are talking about the two of them.

Yang Chunhua walked on the street alone, and at ten o'clock in the evening, every family had already rested. The temporary suspension of the funeral today made Zhang Chunhua the target of public criticism. Some young rural women began to gather around and ask what was going on, which embarrassed her. So, Zhang Chunhua decided to ask his younger brother to see what happened.