Picking up manure and farming is not a very heavy job, except that the shoulders will be pressed red and swollen, and the smell is really smoky, it is much easier than other farm work. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info educated youths gritted their teeth and worked hard, and finally finished all the farm work before lunch. Lunch was eaten in the canteen of the village brigade, but today the chef of the canteen was told by the village chief to make the first rice and make a food bottle in the Taoist family, and there was no fire, so the educated youths could only go back to their residences to cook and eat by themselves. Needless to say, this job fell on Lin Baiyu again.

Lin Baiyu did not protest, at this stage she would not let the educated youth find out that they were different from the original. Anyway, she has cultivated her aura now, and it is not hard work for her to work in the morning.

"What are the first rice and the food bottle?" asked Zhang Chaoyang, who lives in the city, curiously.

Xiong Weibing, whose relatives are in the countryside, explained: "Changing rice is a common name for ghost rice, and burning your head to cook rice is a traditional custom, which is to show filial piety to the dead and the elders. The so-called "end-to-end meal" refers to the death of someone, and the family has to cook the last meal of the deceased when he went to the underworld. The custom of burning the head to change the rice is very particular, requiring the eldest son of the deceased to be called a filial son, wearing a filial piety hat, wearing filial piety clothes, holding a basin or bowl to the seven families with different surnames to ask for 'seven surname rice' to come back and burn the first rice. When the first rice is burned, put the begged rice surnamed seven into the pot and add a small amount of water, and then only take a big straw, and the filial son kneels at the door of the stove to light the fire and cook the rice, and shouts while burning, '×× relatives, the son will cook more rice for you', and wait until a big grass is burned to finish. In addition, boil an egg, put the rice and eggs together in a bowl, and then put it under the coffin of the deceased after the deceased is buried, and pour the rice into the 'grain bottle' before the deceased goes out of the funeral, and bury it in the soil together with the coffin or urn of the deceased, indicating that the deceased has food to eat in the underworld. ”

"The grain bottle is equivalent to the 'granary' of the deceased, in fact, it is a small clay pot refilled with rice, plus rice, wheat, red beans, mung beans, soybeans, sesame, chestnuts seven kinds of grain, and then sealed with red paper and blue thread, buried in the soil together when the deceased is at the funeral. Xiong Weibing explained in great detail.

Li Xiaohong frowned: "Isn't this a feudal superstitious activity? Isn't there anyone who exposes their behavior?"

The educated youths did not squeak, everyone understood that even if they sued the village for these feudal behaviors, no one would care, and they would even offend the village chief and the cadres in the village.

In the end, it was Cheng Xiaoming who spoke up: "Although feudal superstitions should be broken, small places will retain some of the traditions they think." In the eyes of the villagers, this burning head is just a tradition, not a feudal superstition. ”

Cheng Xiaoming handed over a ladder, Li Xiaohong immediately went down, she naturally knew that it was not good to offend the village chief, otherwise she would not have chosen to settle the matter in the original play, and did not support her boyfriend to help Zhao Xiaoyu get ahead.

The topic ended here, Lin Baiyu brought the boiled green vegetable and cornmeal soup to the table, and the educated youths immediately pulled a big bowl and ate it.

"Xiaoyu, your craft is getting better and better. Zhang Chaoyang ate happily and gave Lin Baiyu a thumbs up.

Other educated youths also praised one after another, and Li Xiaohong said: "So my decision to let Zhao Xiaoyu cook rice was a wise move!"

Other educated youths are in their hearts, you are simply bullying Zhao Xiaoyu. But no one will stand up for Zhao Xiaoyu.

After lunch, the educated youth took the washbasin and towel soap corner and went out, Zhang Chaoyang called Lin Baiyu at the door: "Xiaoyu, let's go, let's take a bath together." Take advantage of the sun at noon to wash off the smell on your body. ”

Lin Baiyu learned from the memory of the original owner that there were two bends in the small river at the entrance of the village, both of which were hidden by trees and grasses, which were very secret. When the weather is nice, the people of the village go to the river to bathe. By default, the women occupy a bend upstream, and the men downstream. Thanks to these two bends, the people in the village were able to bathe often when it was hot. Otherwise, in ordinary mountain villages, in order to save firewood, many people hardly take a bath. The smell on my body is really bad.

"No, I want to take a break. Lin Baiyu rejected Zhang Chaoyang. She's not used to being naked with a group of women. What's more, there is no concealment on her body.

Li Xiaohong grabbed Zhang Chaoyang's arm and walked out: "What do you tell her to do, this is an unsociable." ”

Zhang Chaoyang opened his mouth, but he didn't call Lin Baiyu again, and followed Li Xiaohong out of the courtyard.

Lin Baiyu couldn't stand the smell on her body, so she took out a bucket and shower gel, and took a bath happily.

There is nothing to do in the afternoon, the educated youth are equivalent to a holiday, if it is usual, they will go to the woods to pick some mushrooms and dig out a few bird eggs to come back to improve the food, but now there is a wolf cannibalism incident, and everyone no longer dares to enter the woods. The male intellectuals nested in the hall to play poker, and the female intellectuals sat together gossiping and chatting, and their hands were not idle, pulling the corn kernels off the cob. In the distance, there is a faint sound of spring blowing suona, not to mention, it blows quite well.

Shen Weiguo held a thatched root in his mouth and said, "How many days will the village chief's funeral be done? I hope he will do it for a long time, so that we can rest for a while." ”

Cheng Xiaoming said: "It's cool enough to rest, but there is no work to take." At the end of the year, there will be no food. ”

Xiong Weibing said: "The funeral in the countryside lasts for a maximum of seven days, and at least three days. It's not a farming slack now, and at most tomorrow will be buried. ”

Shen Weiguo sighed: "When will I be able to live a rich and idle life?"

Cheng Xiaoming squinted: "What? Do you want to be a bourgeois old lady?"

Shen Weiguo hurriedly waved his hand: "I don't want to, don't give me a hat." ”

The female intellectuals are also talking about the funeral of the village chief's family, but the focus is on the deceased of the village chief's younger brother.

Zhang Chaoyang whispered: "I said that person deserved to die, and he looked at us girls all day long, which gave me goosebumps." ”

Li Xiaohong nodded with other female intellectuals.

"But it's pitiful to leave her wife alone with a child. "A female intellectual, who was very sympathetic to the wife of the village chief's younger brother, was quite beautiful and was said to have to marry him after being abused by the village chief's younger brother.

Another female intellectual, sneered: "What are you sorry for? The village chief will definitely take care of those two mothers and sons." Maybe that child is the village chief's seed. ”

"What?" exclaimed the other female intellectuals.

"Are you really false?" Zhang Chaoyang lowered his voice even more.

"It's true. The female intellectual, Qingyi, also lowered her voice and said, "This is what I overheard." That day, I passed by the door of the village chief's house and heard the village chief's daughter-in-law quarreling with the village chief, revealing that the village chief's younger brother had made a ready-made Wang Ba, and even his son was the village chief. ”

"Can the village chief's daughter-in-law endure it?" asked Li Xiaohong in surprise. You must know that the village chief's daughter-in-law is the female director of the village, and if the village chief is the soil emperor, this one is the female overlord.

"What if you can't bear it? The village chief's daughter-in-law only gave birth to two daughters, but no sons. In the face of the village chief, the weather was weak. "The female intellectual.

Li Xiaohong's eyes widened: "What's wrong with my daughter?" Taizu said that a woman can hold up half the sky. ”

The female intellectuals A and the female intellectuals were together hehe: "You say this to the village chief in person." ”

Li Xiaohong snorted, but she didn't answer, she was stupid to say this to the village chief.

Lin Baiyu lowered her eyelids, the more scandals of the village chief, the more the better, this person is also one of the culprits who harmed the original owner, and she will help the original owner get justice one by one.

It's okay in the afternoon, everyone eats dinner early, and everyone has to be early. At about ten o'clock in the evening, everyone was woken up by the sound of crying, and one by one they put on their clothes and went out to see the situation, and they saw a fire not far away, and the crying came from there.

The dormitory of the educated youth is at the outermost end of the village, close to the mountain forest, and the ancestral graves of the villagers are also on the edge of the mountain forest, so the dormitory is not far from the cemetery.

"Is there something wrong? I cried at night and scared people to death. Li Xiaohong complained.

Xiong Weibing, an expert who is proficient in rural funeral rites, explained to everyone: "This is planting fire. When the deceased is buried in the earth and the new grave is piled up, the deceased's own sons and relatives must bring paper money and straw to the grave and burn it that night, firstly to warm the body of the deceased, and secondly, to cook food for the deceased. On the third day, after the fire is planted, and after burning the paper money and straw, a packet of matches is placed, and the grave of the deceased is prayed: '×× relatives, from now on you will not come to cook for you, but you will burn and eat yourself.' ’”

Li Xiaohong and several female intellectuals' faces darkened: "That means they will come to cry tomorrow night and the night after tomorrow?"

Shen Weiguo persuaded them: "Go to the countryside and follow the customs." If you don't want to be disturbed at night, plug your ears with a cloth. ”

Li Xiaohong flattened her mouth: "There is no way, it can only be like this." ”

The matter of the village chief's younger brother finally passed, and no one suspected that Lin Baiyu had killed the village chief's younger brother. Everyone put their energy into the farm work, and the autumn harvest is about to begin, and everyone puts their minds on the fields, hoping that the output of the year will be more.

The sun was shining in August, and the educated youth and villagers began to harvest the rice fields. This is not an easy job, and not to mention that the sun in the sky will burn people, so they keep bending down to cut ears of rice, and the waist can't stand it. When I finish it every day, my waist doesn't look like my own, and I can't straighten it up at all. During these days, Lin Baiyu didn't have to cook anymore, and the rest of the villagers didn't cook, so everyone went to the brigade canteen to eat. The master chef of the canteen is also a relative of the village chief, and his cooking skills are good, compared with the hungry thin strips of other people, the whole person is chubby, and he does not eat less food from the public at a glance. Compared with the village chief's cunning and cunning, the master's personality is much shallow, and his preferences are in his hands. Whoever has a sweet mouth and says good things to please him, he cooks more, and he sees who is not pleasing to the eye, and has a cold attitude, and he eats less. Shen Weiguo and Cheng Xiaoming hit the most meals every time, and Lin Baiyu naturally got the least meals.