Chapter 1: The Sacrifice

The autumn night in the mountain village is slightly romantic, the peach and plum are immersed in the light white mist, the moonlight is not very bright, and it shivers in the ethereal night sky.

Pap ~ Pap ~ Pap Pap Pap ~ Pap ~

A burst of firecrackers rang out in front of a red-brick house with six shelves. In front of the house is a shed with dark green cypress branches hanging all year round. The entrance of the shed is pasted with white paper, which reads: Persuade the gentleman to have a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west.

The house belongs to Zhang Shuben, a member of the Zhangjiashan production team of the Caiyun Brigade, but Zhang Shu did not live in this house for a few days. He lived in a brick house at the back of the house, which he could only walk into. In this house lived his three sons. Each of the three sons was divided into two rooms, and there was no place for Zhang Shuben, so he had to live in an old house.

Woo Woo Woo Woo

Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of suona and drums.

There is not much sadness in the suona sound, but you can hear the joy.

The children of Caiyun Village directly translated the sound of suona: woo li woo woo woo , lift the tree book into the grave.

In the countryside, the funeral is very solemn, and it looks less like a mourning ceremony and more like a farewell meeting. Filial and disobedient people like to make a big fuss about funerals to show filial piety.

Zhang Shu had died three days ago, and the ritual had been performed here for three days, and today was the last night, and some rituals had to be done tonight.

One of the most important is the sacrifice.

The festival was quite grand, and it was Zhang Jingxian, the highest feng shui master in the Caiyun Brigade, who was invited.

It is said that when the four olds were broken, people like Zhang Jingxian should be classified into the cow ghosts, snakes, and gods. But Caiyun Village is a relatively remote place, the people here are wild, and the news is not convenient. The movement outside is already hot, but here it is calm. Similarly, a few years ago, it was popular to hold a memorial service for the deceased, replacing the traditional funeral funeral, but here, it has always been a traditional funeral. Now that campaign has been going on for a few years, the Caiyun Brigade has not changed at all

Zhang Jingxian is a powerful person, and in Caiyun Village, he has reached the realm where the children in the village dare not even cry when they hear the name.

If a child cries at night, just say to him, "Zhang Jing came first." The child was able to stop crying immediately.

Zhang Jingxian's memorial text was like a singing, dragging on for a long time. The old people like to hear the recitation of the memorial prayer the most. It is said that I was able to hear it and burst into tears. However, Zhang Jingxian was too involved, so after making a sacrifice, he had to take a break. The first sacrifice is, of course, made for filial sons.

Zhang Shuben's eldest son, Zhang Daneng, is naturally the first sacrifice. Zhang Daneng knelt for three days in a row, and at this time his knees were already sore, and his whole body was weak and weak.

Zhang Jingxian sang very emotionally, and sang a lot of trivial things about Zhang Shuben's life, and the people in the same village naturally knew very well about Zhang Shuben's difficulties when he was young and the difficulties of his old wife after his death, and sang very touchingly, and the women and children around them cried a lot, as if they knew for the first day that there were such good old people around them. Zhang Daneng also knelt on the ground and kept shrugging his shoulders. The white linen cloth covered his face, and no one could see if Zhang Daneng was really crying.

Zhang Jing finished singing a paragraph first, and then sang, "Rise, flat body." Shoot the cannon and play the big music. ”

Outside, the mourning bell rang three times in a row. Everyone in the room was shaken.

Zhang Jingxian whispered, "Da Neng will go to the side first, rest first, and then carry out the second sacrifice." ”

No matter whose sacrifice it is, the filial son must kneel to the side. There is only a pause in the middle of the sacrifice.

At this time, a child's voice suddenly sounded. A little boy of about four or five years old stood up at a table and began to sing.

"Kneel. In 1976, Mr. Zhang Shuben starved to death in the old house, whining and mourning. The son had three, and none of them were useless. The old wife died early, became a father and a mother, and pulled her children to grow up, with hard work and hardship, who knows that it is like raising pigs. Raising pigs can buy meat, but raising sons is sad"

"Zhang Yunyang, you don't fucking want to be the captain of the production team, you can bully the people." Zhang Daneng, who was kneeling on the ground, roared angrily.

That baby is not called Zhang Yunyang, the one who is called Zhang Yunyang is his son, and his name is Zhang Shanhai. Zhang Shanhai has a flat head with a tea can lid, big eyes, and looks a little handsome. It's the same as his old son Zhang Yunyang, who is simply printed out of a mold, of course he is a few sizes younger.

Zhang Yunyang didn't scold his son immediately, "When did I dare to bully your family?" Your three brothers are remarkable. But although I, Zhang Yunyang, only have one brother, I am not afraid of your family. ”

"What do you mean by instigating your ghost cub to sing this?" Zhang Daneng's momentum was slowed down by Zhang Yunyang, and his momentum was a little weaker than before.

"You don't fucking know, I've been reading for a few years, can I figure that thing out? Besides, he's telling you half a lie? If you are afraid of what others will say, where have you gone? Zhang Yunyang said disdainfully. Zhang Yunyang is 1.75 meters, Kong Wu is powerful, an ordinary rural man, two or three people are not close to him, and Zhang Daneng's three brothers may not be able to take much advantage of him.

Zhang Daneng's other two brothers were about to stand up and speak, but they were blocked by Zhang Yunyang like this, so they hurriedly retreated.

"Mountains and seas, keep singing, don't be afraid of him! Tonight, it's up to me. "It was Zhang Shugen, the brother of Zhang Shuben, who was the head of the funeral and the person in charge of the affairs.

"Yes, yes, yes, mountains and seas, keep singing! When the sacrifice is over, I will have to give you a red envelope! The people from the production team also coaxed.

If you just look at the pomp and circumstance tonight, you can see how the sons of Zhang Shu's family are usually. In fact, the villagers in the Zhangjiashan production team all know that several sons of Zhang Shuben's family are bastards, and there is usually no son who cares about Zhang Shuben's life or death.

The cause of Zhang Shuben's death is very simple, when someone in the village went to Zhang Shuben's low house that day, they found that Zhang Shuben had already run out of gas, and there was no hot ash on the stove at all, and the villagers of the production team would always leave some hot ash in the stove in order to save five cents a box of matches, and there was a handful of rice in the pot, it seemed that Zhang Shuben had no strength to cook in the end. Everyone in the production team thought that Zhang Shuben was starving to death.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Zhang Shuben has been sick for a few days. But Zhang Shuben's sons didn't even go in to see it.

Zhang Shanhai glanced at Zhang Yunyang timidly, he was a little afraid of his old man. At this time, the education method was very simple, before the education, the first use a stick to clean up the long surname, and then carry out education. While spanking, I had to say, "Did you remember this time?" The beaten kid had to respond, "Remember, I won't dare to do it again." Zhang Shanhai's wardrobe was topped with a two-finger-wide bamboo strip, leaving Zhang Shanhai's strong atmosphere on it.

Zhang Yunyang glanced at Zhang Shanhai and snorted, but he didn't stop it.

Zhang Shanhai didn't know what his Lao Tzu's humming meant, and he didn't know whether to let himself sing it, or whether he would settle accounts with himself when he went back.

At this time, Zhang Jing on the side spoke first, "Gua Wazi, sing well, keep singing." The red envelope is designated as your share, and you can also sit down when you have dinner. ”

At this time, it doesn't really cost much to give a red envelope to the Yin Master, and it is a great thing to put ten yuan each in it, usually two or three yuan. But money was worth a lot at that time. Zhang Shuben built this big house, and it only cost a hundred yuan. Calling the people in the village to help with things doesn't need to be paid at all, just take care of the food.

The two conditions that Zhang Jingxian said made Zhang Shanhai very moved, he had money to take and meat to eat. It should be a very rare thing in this day and age.

Zhang Shanhai nodded and sang again. Zhang Jingxian is also very strange. Because even Zhang Jingxian had to write the sacrificial text in advance, and then read it to the sacrificial text. But Zhang Shanhai sang directly there, as if he had already made a draft. This Shanhai is less than five years old, and it is indeed not easy to be able to do this. If he really made it himself, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a genius.

Zhang Shanhai read in his immature childish voice again, "There are three children, and the family is the most unfortunate, disobedient and unfilial, regardless of autumn dew and winter snow." Poor old man, pulling the child to grow up, repairing the bright hall, but marrying a tiger and wolf daughter-in-law. Toiled to the end of his life, starved to death in an adobe house. ”

The previous paragraph is a sacrifice to Zhang Shuben. Although Zhang Shuben's three sons were dissatisfied with being teased by a hairless child, they were also worried about causing public anger at this time.

Zhang Shanhai is not as mournful as Zhang Jingxian, but it is more understandable than Zhang Jingxian's, and the most important thing is that the evil of these three brothers is sung to the fullest.

"Hehe, the cub of the Yunyang family is really a good person, and he can make so many famous names at such a young age." Someone said among the villagers who gathered around to watch the excitement.

"Eighth child, your brain is in water, and only people believe that this kid can make so many fames. It must have been instigated by Yunyang behind his back. Someone else said.

"Yunyang instigated. Mazi, you soft egg is because Yunyang deducted your work points last time, so you let him stink! If Yunyang had this ability, he would have been a cadre of the brigade a long time ago, and he still needed to nest in the production team? If he goes to school and has more ink in his stomach, he will become a commune cadre, I am not surprised. Someone next to him immediately stood up and said. This person's name is Zhang Zhizhan, and he is an iron buddy with Zhang Yunyang. Hearing that someone said bad things about Zhang Yunyang, he was naturally a little unhappy.

It's lively here, and over there, the Zhangshan Sea Festival has also arrived.

"Bow down in front of the filial son. Kneel! Zhang Shanhai sang loudly.

The three brothers Zhang Daneng always thought that Zhang Jingxian let this little kid mess around, and they didn't pay attention to it.

Zhang Jingxian didn't make a sound, and saw how Zhang Shanhai responded.

But the housekeeper Zhang Shugen came to the fire, "What's the matter?" You Lao Tzu is dead, so you are so wronged to kneel? Is there a half sentence that Shanhai sang just now? If it had been before, you would have been sent to the ancestral hall. Now is a new society, and we don't pay attention to this set, but if you still don't repent at this time, I will go to the brigade commune tomorrow and send your three brothers to labor reform. Socialism talks about respecting the old and loving the young, and children like you should be sent over for reform. ”

In this era, there is no need for any evidence, as long as the people in the production team unanimously raise their hands in agreement, they can send a member to a labor camp. Of course, the three brothers Zhang Daneng were afraid, so they had to be unwilling, and slowly knelt down reluctantly.

Zhang Daneng scolded in his heart, "Turtle son, wait for my Lao Tzu to go up the mountain, see if Lao Tzu can't kill your turtle son!" ”

"Bow down in front of the filial son! Kneel! Zhang Shanhai saw Zhang Daneng's three brothers kneeling in front of Zhang Shuben's coffin, and became more and more energetic.