Chapter 22 The fate of death is broken

Cute appearance, soft and small body, a trace of wildness permeated all around, in the face of the brave little milk cat, Su Ren praised loudly, quickly wrote a seal "soldier" in the palm of his hand, raised his foot and kicked Zhang Yi off the cloud bed, reached out to grab Qingyan, and slapped it the cloud bed.

"Bang!"

"Give me back!"

"Wait, sooner or later, Lao Tzu will come out one day······"

The green smoke dissipated and was sucked into the cloud bed, Su Ren rubbed his slightly numb wrist, wiped the blood between his fingers, and sneered: "Come back, you think you are a gray wolf, and you will never be able to die." ”

"Poof!"

Zhang Yi fell to the ground, woke up suddenly, sat on the grass and waved his arms, and yelled like a psychopath: "I saw him, I saw him, and... Hit him... yes, I hit him, a left hook, a right hook, I ······ I also kicked him with the taekwondo I learned, and he ······ He didn't say anything, he was kicking with his feet, and even kicking him in the chin, and I used judo, locking his shoulders. Twist your arm..."

Su Ren listened to the black lines in his head, and he couldn't see that the usually sleek muscular man could be so tyrannical in his heart, no wonder the ghost of the cloud bed was so angry and hateful, he stepped forward and patted the back of Zhang Yi's head, Su Ren grinned: "It's useful." ”

The pain on the door of his head made Zhang Yi sober up slightly, and he said urgently after being stunned: "Died in fifty-two years, his body is thin, he is a little hunchbacked, his face is old, he looks about sixty years old, his appearance is a little fierce, his white eyebrows are bald, and he is old-fashioned overalls... And... And... Oh yes, he has a scar on his neck, more than ten stitches, which is very conspicuous, and he also has two brothers. ”

Hearing these news, Su Ren hurriedly opened the genealogy of the Republic of China on the side.

Sun Fansheng? No! He died in thirty-seven years.

Sun Yemao? No, he has no older brothers, only three younger sisters.

He had two older brothers, and he died in fifty-two.

Sun Yeqi is the third in line, and there are two elder brothers, the eldest brother Sun Yeming and the second brother Sun Yechang, one was born in five years, and the other was born in seven years.

Well? Su Ren looked at it seriously.

His father's name was Sun Shaoqiang, born in 1876, a farmer in Tongzhou, and his mother's name was Zhang, with no surname.

Sun Yeqi was born in the first nine years, a guerrilla fighter, because of his bravery, he once made a second-class meritorious service, and his neck was scratched by a plaster man's bayonet. The more Su Ren looked, the more excited he became, and the more he looked, the bigger his eyes became. After being discharged from the army, he worked as a worker in a state-owned iron and steel plant, laying railways for the country, and died in 1952.

I remember that the ghost of the cloud bed once said that he had never gone to school and laid a railway for the country, and Zhang Yi said just now that he had a scar on his neck.

"Haha... found it, Sun Yeqi, it turned out that his name was Sun Yeqi. ”

Holding the family tree, Su Ren shouted excitedly: "Boss Ma, immediately find someone to engrave the tablet and set up the words, Sun Yeqi, born in 199 years and died in 19 years." We carried him up to the cemetery and buried him, and saw how he came out to make trouble in the future. ”

"Hey!"

The matter can be solved immediately, Boss Ma is happier than anyone else, the pressure in his heart is gone, he is a little relaxed, he happily agreed, and hurriedly found someone to arrange a qiē.

"Otherwise, let's eat first, and then we'll go after eating." Boss Ma looked at Xiao Nimao, and the envy in it couldn't be concealed, and he wanted to buy it at an open price, but seeing that Su Ren liked to spoil him, he opened his mouth and didn't dare to say anything......

Su Ren stretched his waist, gently stroked the head of the little black cat on his shoulder, shook his head and said, "If you don't eat it, solve it early, and rest assured as soon as possible, otherwise the meal will not be fragrant." ”

Boss Ma was slightly stunned and agreed: "That's true." ”

Zhang Yi got up from the grass, patted the footprints on his ass/stock/egg with some confusion, twisted his sore old waist, and said suspiciously: "You don't need to find a good season for burial, choose a good day and an auspicious day?" ”

Su Ren pouted: "Are you his relative or friend?" ”

Zhang Yi shook his head again and again when he heard this, if it mattered, how could he have the courage to beat the ghost of the cloud bed in his dream.

Su Ren spread his hands and said: "Since you are not a relative or a friend, who cares about a good day and an auspicious day." ”

didn't delay for long, Boss Ma recruited a small truck, asked the bodyguards to load the cloud bed, and several people got into a Mercedes-Benz business car and went straight to the cemetery.

Tashan Cemetery, very remote, very desolate, the greening is not very good, a few mountains are bare, you can see the bare at any time, scattered rocks all over the mountain, the only advantage is that the mountain is very high, climb the mountain and look at it from afar, you can see a far place.

Rich and easy to do, cemeteries, tombstones and other things have already been prepared, gold and silver ingots, dark coins and other items, big roosters, worship melon and fruit cakes, wine, urns are not lacking. There were also several tin kegs filled with fuel.

Let the bodyguard hold the urn in his hand, carry the cloud bed, take the sacrifice, and a few people walk up the mountain road.

Fortunately, it is not the time of worship, and it is noon, otherwise this peculiar procession will definitely attract attention.

Climbing is definitely a chore, a few people panting and climbing up, I don't know when, He Shen got out of the locust wood statue in Su Ren's pocket, looked at the cemetery, his eyes were round, and said in disbelief: "This... This is the tomb? The corpse was burned with fire? It's not that he's infected with the plague, so why can't he even keep the whole corpse? And... The cemetery looks like this, the clans are mixed and irregular······ How can the ancestors of the family share a peaceful place of sleep with others, this is simply nonsense! Unorthodox! ”

Su Ren smiled "hehe", followed behind the team, looked at the low pines and cypresses on both sides of the mountain road, and said softly: "Be content!" I can't afford to buy a house when I'm alive, I can't afford to buy a tomb after I die, a small cemetery, I don't know how many families are stumped, many people can't afford to buy it if they want to, and in the end they have no choice but to scatter the ashes into the sea and river, or find a place to bury them secretly under a tree. ”

He Shen opened his mouth wide and stammered, "Throw ······ Thrown away?··· That... What to do about worship! ”

Su Ren hugged the little milk cat who was a little irritable because of He Shen's appearance, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Want to worship? Find an intersection to burn paper. ”

"Burning paper at the intersection?" He Shen's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "This is not a fool! ”

Since ancient times, Huaxia has governed the country with filial piety, and when your parents die, even if you sell your property and sell yourself as a slave, you must do your best to bury your ancestors properly, otherwise once you don't handle it properly, your fellow villagers will look down on you, and your spine can be broken by strange eyes.

If you let the government know, it is even more terrible, it is a big crime to cut off your head, raid your home, and exile for 3,000 miles.

Su Ren stomped his feet vigorously, relieved his somewhat sore thighs, and said: "People die and the dust is broken, and the deceased are gone, why bother to be a living person, although the scenery is glorious for a while, it is enviable, but after that, you can't eat, you can't drink, and even survival is a problem." Filial piety when people are alive is actually better than any form after that. ”

The concept is different, He Shen did not refute, turned to look at the erected tombstones, his eyes were full of pity, his expression was mixed with a little sadness, and he felt like he saw himself.