Her father died, and the ten-year-old mustard was lonely and helpless, and she didn't even have the ability to bury her father. The www.biquge.info of the pen fun and the pavilion sold himself to bury his father, which is the story he overheard in the academy. At that time, the old Xiucai also praised the hero of the story, filial piety. Mustard had no choice but to emulate this story, hoping to get help from well-wishers.

But a story is a story after all. The onlookers and the discussion quickly dispersed. Don't don't come and go, occasionally look at the eyes, helpless with indifference. Taiping Town is not big, in a remote place, in this era of war and chaos, every family has a hard time.

Even the richest of the rich men have little to spare, except for the fields. To hire servants and tenants, many strong men and women came to defect. It is not as simple and practical as raising a weak and ominous little mute as raising a dog. In this world, human life is not as good as a dog.

Most of the day passed, and Mustard was cold and hungry, and her heart was desperate. Got up with difficulty, lost his soul and went home. Suddenly there was a sound of children's laughter in the town. A group of freshly dressed and warm-clothed children, under the care of several maid servants, chased and frolicked, setting off firecrackers and fireworks.

The first time I saw it in this life, the difference between cloud and mud. Linglong is the pearl of the rich man, and the spoiling of the whole family makes her a little wild. Today, Fuzhong invited people with heads and faces in the town, and friends got together. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Linglong went out to play noisily. The New Year is approaching, and the adults naturally agreed.

If it was in the past, Mustard would have avoided it a long time ago. But today, he was discouraged, thinking only about how to let his father settle down. Dumb and stupid, he almost passed by Linglong. "It stinks!!" retorted Linglong who jumped away and scolded. Yong Linglong was dissatisfied, and those little followers were energetic, and they stepped forward to push and curse Mustard. "Stinky dumb, you deliberately pretend to be a monster and beat you to death!" -- "Son of a bitch, annoying!" -- "Kill your mother, kill your father, you didn't die yesterday!"

Mustard, cold and hungry, collapsed in the snow and almost fainted. But he held on, stayed awake, let the children punch, kick and curse, and silently crawled on the way home. Even if he dies, he will bury his father and die again, which is his only belief now.

"Let's go play elsewhere. She yelled angrily. Don't look at her as a girl, but she has the temperament of a child king. The children immediately stopped and followed her. didn't go far, Linglong ran to Mustard alone, took out a few pastries from his pocket, threw them in front of Mustard's face, and said in a coquettish voice: "They beat you, I'll pay for it, um!"

In addition to Linglong, there is also a child, who did not beat and scold Mustard. At this time, he was crouching in front of those four words, looking at them with a look of disbelief. Lao Xiucai's only son, who has the potential to be a prodigy since he was a child, was named Wu Hao. Lao Xiucai pinned all his hopes on him and taught him carefully since he was a child.

"Slug, let's go!" said Linglong, and five-year-old Wu Hao hurriedly ran over. "What are you looking at?" asked Linglong, puzzled, "There are a few words on the snow, and they are neatly written. Wu Hao replied, "What's so strange?" "It's just a little strange, who wrote it?" Wu Hao said, looking at it involuntarily, sitting on the snow, gobbling up the mustard of the pastry.

All hope is lost. But Mustard did not give up, he wanted to rely on his own strength and according to his own ideas to "bury" his father. The cemetery is chosen next to the mother, and the son wants to raise but the relatives are not there, so he will spend his life guarding the tomb. In winter, the land is icy, and Mustard struggles to dig the grave with a hoe and a hand planer.

Inside and outside the house, there are piles of bamboo, wattles, and thatch that mustard seeds have been carefully selected from the mountains and cut back. He was going to weave a longevity coat and a coffin for his father. Cut the bamboo into filaments, clean the wattle thatch, even if the hands are strangled and bloody, the mustard is meticulous.

Outside the house was full of snowflakes, and it was pitch black inside. Mustard sat beside her father's body with her eyes closed, her fingers turning deftly, occasionally bending over to fetch materials. He is working hard, weaving sadness, nostalgia, kindness, wishes, and unyielding will into his father's longevity.

In this world, there has never been a shroud worn on the body of Zhuang Lao Shi. Although it is made of bamboo silk and thatch, it seems to fit better than that made of cloth. On the shroud, there are many patterns woven into it, which is integrated. It looks solemn and solemn, and there is a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

The longevity coffin is made of bamboo and wattle as the frame, which is firm and strong. The four sides of the coffin are woven with auspicious clouds, pines and cypresses, and crane patterns, which are lifelike. On the lid of the coffin, many suns and moons, surrounding the Beidou and the nine stars, look very weird. All these patterns are unintentionally made up by Mustard in an inexplicable state. Perhaps it is the inner hope that the suffering father can go to heaven and reunite with his mother and no longer suffer.

In the midst of grief and anger, people can often stimulate infinite potential. Ten-year-old Mustard was alone, carrying her father's body to the coffin and placing it, and then pushing the coffin into the tomb. Since then, yin and yang have been separated forever, and the first handful of soil, mustard has been reluctant to sprinkle it for a long time.

Seemingly, there is still something left to do. Stunned, Mustard suddenly jumped into the tomb, pulled out the knife that his father had used all his life, and cut his fingers. Use blood to connect the Big Dipper on the lid of the coffin into a line. Only then did he crawl out of the tomb, knelt on the ground, and knocked heavily, nine rings.

No one noticed that the heavy snow in the sky suddenly froze in the sky. The gloomy sky, as if it was about to burst, appeared black cracks, and they disappeared in a flash.

Build a new grave and burn paper money to prevent the deceased from being bullied on Huangquan Road. There is no paper money, but mustard can make it. He not only made up a lot of money, but also made up a lot of dolls, burned them in front of his parents' graves, and prayed silently. He wants his parents to be no longer poor, and there will be people to serve them. In another world, live a happy life like the family of a rich man.

The rich man will eventually be kind. The housekeeper was sent to take a few subordinates to prepare to take Zhuang Lao Shi to the mountain and bury him. It is unlucky for people to die violently, and it can also spread the plague. Of course, the main purpose is to recover the land rented by Zhuang Laoshi. As for the little mute, he was left to fend for himself.

The housekeeper took his subordinates to the broken thatched hut and was stunned when he saw the new grave. "You buried your father by yourself?" the butler asked Mustard in disbelief, and Mustard just nodded in dismay. It's good to bury it, save a lot of effort and feet, and get down to business. "Listen to the dog, your father is dead, and my lord is going to take back the rented field. The butler spoke loudly, and Mustard still nodded in confusion.

The people of Taiping Town, although snobbish and indifferent, have a clear conscience. Seeing the pitiful appearance of Mustard, the housekeeper couldn't bear it, thought about it and said, "I'll go back and beg the master, give you some miscellaneous grains, and survive this winter, and you can fend for yourself." ”

To fend for himself is to let him go. As if she understood this, she ran to her parents' graves, stretched out her hands, tears in her eyes, and shook her head.

The housekeeper had no choice but to leave. When he left, he concluded that it would not be long before the master would send him again to bury people and level graves.