"Shuying, his grandfather is over eighty years old today, and it is a joy and mourning when people leave, and there is no pain when he leaves, so don't be sad" Wang Wenhu sat beside his wife and comforted his wife's shoulder. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I also know this, but I feel uncomfortable," Chen Shuying looked at her husband and said with tears in her eyes.

"Okay, don't cry, hurry up and pack your things, we'll have to go over later," Wang Wenhu handed the towel to his wife and continued.

Chen Shuying took the towel and wiped the tears on her face, handed the towel to her daughter Wang Jing, and said, "You all wipe it too."

Chen Shuying washed the remaining dishes, packed up her things, and prepared to go.

Wang Wenhu went out to buy some yellow paper for mourning.

Wang Qiang has been sitting on the sofa in a daze, remembering that when the old man died in the previous life, it was a few months earlier than now. A few months ago, Wang Qiang also paid special attention to his grandfather's physical condition, just because he was afraid that the old man would die suddenly. It's just that after going to see it a few times, I found that my grandfather's complexion was very good, Wang Qiang thought that the old man would live to be more than ninety in this life, but he didn't expect to pass away a few months later.

Although Wang Qiang has changed a lot of things since his rebirth, his awe of fate is more powerful than in his previous life.

When he arrived at Chenjiagou, Wang Qiang found that all the relatives who were close had come, and only those who were far away would have to arrive in a day. Wang Wenhu took the whole family to pay respects to the body of his grandfather, and then the adults sat together to discuss what to do about the funeral.

The people of Chen Jiagou are all surnamed Chen, and they are all related to each other, and grandpa Chen Chengcheng has notified all the clansmen, and each family has sent people to help. In rural areas, red and white ceremonies are family events, and they cannot be organized without the help of outsiders. Digging graves, cooking, relatives coming to eat, and all kinds of rituals require everyone to contribute money or effort.

Because my grandfather is old, the family has already prepared the things needed for the funeral, just in case, so that someone will not die suddenly, and the family is in a hurry.

The female relatives of the clan specially distributed filial piety clothes to the mourners, the father Wang Wenhu and the mother each received a white filial piety clothes, and Wang Qiang's three brothers and sisters gave red filial piety clothes because they were great-grandchildren.

The next day, early in the morning, all the immediate family members of my grandfather wore filial piety clothes and carried a mourning stick to the intersection to greet the people who came back from the funeral. Every time I travel, there are always two people in front of me carrying a mourning table, on which are placed the tablets of the deceased, which is convenient for the relatives who come to worship. After welcoming the mourners, they will come back together. When someone comes again, the funeral team will all go out to greet them. The band was accompanied by a funeral music all the time.

This ritual basically lasts all day, because the journey is different, the time of arrival is different, and every time someone comes, they have to greet them.

Because Wang Qiang is a great-grandson, he is not in the funeral procession.

That night, all the relatives who arrived were separated from each other in the mourning hall set up outside, and worshiped the spiritual seat of the grandfather. The relationship between the people and the deceased is basically the same every time, like the same group of nephews, the same group of nephews, etc. There are people in the mourning hall who specialize in conducting worship services.

Relatives who greet the mourners during the day all kneel on both sides of the mourning hall at night, and they have to answer the salute when the relatives worship.

The ceremony lasted until eleven or two o'clock in the evening, when everyone else went to rest except for the relatives who stayed in the mourning hall to keep vigil, and then the benefits of the big family became apparent, and too many relatives could not live in their own homes, so they would be arranged by the chief of the funeral to go to the family of the relatives.

On the third day, early in the morning, the mourners went to the mourning hall again to worship. Because Grandpa himself is a person with high morality and good fortune, and the family is relatively prosperous, and he died in his eighties, which can be regarded as a happy funeral, so today's funeral also arranged for the troupe to sing a big opera at the funeral, and held a banquet in the village to entertain relatives and friends.

At noon, Wang Qiang walked to the room where his grandfather's body was placed, and found that someone had already put on a new shroud for his grandfather, and his face was also painted with light makeup. Looking at Grandpa Tai's slightly smiling face, Wang Qiang felt that the old man really looked like he was asleep.

"Grandpa, grandpa" Although he knew that the person was dead, Wang Qiang couldn't help but stand by the coffin and shouted a few times.

It may be that someone heard Wang Qiang's shout and walked in, and someone patted Wang Qiang's shoulder and said:

"Don't scream, your grandfather can't hear me"

Wang Qiang raised his head and found that it was his aunt, the only daughter of his grandfather.

As my aunt came out of the house, the mourning hall outside was already a lot deserted, and everyone should have finished worshipping.

The Sanqin people paid attention to burial, putting the deceased into coffins and carrying them to dug graves for burial. The choice of cemetery is very particular, and it generally depends on the choice of feng shui. Grandpa's grave was chosen by himself before his death, in a piece of his own field. The grandfather and his wife have already made the longevity wood, that is, the coffin, I don't know what kind of wood it is made of, it looks very heavy. After the lid is closed, the coffin is sealed with nails and then carried to a wooden shelf for the coffin, called a hearse.

The coffin was fixed on the hearse with a rope, and then several white cloths five or six meters long were thrown out in front of the coffin, and the immediate family members of the grandfather pulled the white cloth forward, and the people who came to help in the village carried the hearse, and the helpers each wore a filial piety hat issued by the main family to show respect for the deceased. Because there are more people carrying the coffin, the average weight is not very heavy for each person. A few years later, with the popularity of vehicles, hearses began to be directly modified with motor vehicles, and no longer used people to carry them.

After Grandpa's hearse was carried all the way to the cemetery, Wang Qiang saw that someone had prepared a rope, and the villagers who carried the hearse passed two ropes through the bottom of the coffin, and several people on each side pulled the rope and lowered it little by little, and when the coffin was placed at the bottom of the grave, the rope was directly pulled out from the side.

Then a few people went down and pushed the coffin into the tomb. A burial cave is a small hole made of bricks, the ground is covered with tiles, and the entrance to the tomb is also covered with many tiles dedicated to the tomb. After the coffin is recommended for the tomb, someone will block the hole with bricks. When everyone came up, they began to bury the grave with shovels.

After the burial, people lit the wreaths, paper figures, and funeral supplies on the tomb pile, and then those mourning sticks and filial piety hats were also thrown into the fire and lit together.

By the time everyone had returned from the cemetery, the funeral was over. The people who helped in the village began to help dismantle the mourning hall, and the invited band and troupe also began to settle the bill and leave.

Although Wang Qiang participated in the entire funeral, he just felt that he couldn't get into it, as if something was missing.

"Haven't I fully integrated into this era since I was reborn," Wang Qiang sat on his chair and said secretly.