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Since the body of the deceased was decomposed, a large piece of flesh had fallen from his face, and a foul smell was constantly emitting that people had to cover their noses with their hands as they walked by. www.biquge.info People don't know who this corpse is, some say it was washed down from the upper river, some say it's Maoda, and some say it's the body of a person who was killed in the upper village.

Although they did not know the corpse, the kind people still built a small shed by the river, put the deceased in a thin coffin, invited a Taoist priest, and prepared to do something for him.

When Ah Jin saw the dead man lying on the wooden plank, he couldn't help but have an idea and came up with a wonderful idea. He walked out of the little shed and walked up the little dirt road so incessantly that he did not bother to answer when asked where he was going.

He walked into Maoda's house, made love with Liu, and saw a cigarette pouch on the cabinet, so he took it, put it in his pocket, walked to the river against the wind, and still sat down in the small shed. At this time, there was no one in the small shed, so Ah Jin put the cigarette pouch in the dead man's broken pocket, and hurried out of the small shed, walked along the small dirt road, and walked into Liu's house, and slept beside him.

Holding Liu's bad deeds all night, Ah Jintian got up before dawn, his face was not washed, his teeth were not brushed, and he hurried to the dead man to watch the Taoist priest do things.

Gradually, many people came, and even the beautiful girls from the mountain village walked to the little shed, and out of curiosity, they stretched their necks and looked at it without stopping.

Then Ah Jin came to the dead man's side, turned the dead man's broken bag over in front of everyone, and took out a cigarette pouch from the broken bag. It was a fine cigarette pouch, and there was no one in the mountain village who did not know it, a cigarette holder made of gold, and a cigarette stick made of silver.

"Isn't this a big cigarette pouch?" Someone said so.

"It's weird, how did the big cigarette pouch get to this person?" Another person said so.

"In my opinion, this person with a rotten face is Mao Da." The village chief said to everyone.

"Yes, yes." Ah Jin kept asking for peace.

I heard that the person lying on the small bed was his own man, and Liu, who was still watching the excitement at first, stopped watching the excitement, and cried uncontrollably next to the dead man, like that, it seemed that he was going to leave this world with Mao Da. However, Ah Jin smiled slightly, but no one saw Ah Jin's smile.

Liu hurried home, changed his clothes, and stood under the old locust tree in front of his door and cried to Yinhuabo for a while, and then found a few people to walk along the small dirt road without stopping, and soon disappeared somewhere.

When the relatives learned the news of Mao Da's death, they rushed over, came to his side and cried for a while, then stood silently to the side and talked hoarsely with people about Mao Da's good life. They changed Mao Da into a good dress, and even made a small model of a sailing ship and put it beside him, and gently put the exquisite cigarette pouch in his pocket, and sat down and sighed. People felt sorry for the death of such a good man, but they had no choice but to keep sighing there, complaining that God didn't have long eyes, how could such a good man go like this.

At night, firecrackers rang out outside the door, and Liu and several sturdy men walked in, and they bought a coffin in Luping Town, spending thousands of yuan. It is said that this coffin was reserved for virtuous people to enjoy, and the boss refused to sell it to Mao Da for fear of breaking his blessing, so that he could lie under the yellow spring for a long time and could not turn over.

However, Liu did not follow, refused to let go, and was determined to buy the coffin, for this reason, she even planned to fight to the death. Seeing this, the boss had no choice but to sell it to her.

When Liu transported the coffin back to Stone Village, it was already night.

At this time, "Mao Da" had been lying in that small shed for several days, and he couldn't lie there anymore, and if he lay there again, maybe it would stink. However, Liu Shi said that he would not put "Mao Da" in the coffin, and when he saw that the Taoist priest wanted to forcibly wrap the "Mao Da" in it, he couldn't help but be furious, and bit the Taoist priest's hand fiercely, biting off the little finger of the Taoist priest.

When people saw this, they had no choice but to give up the burial, and had to continue to park "Mao Da" on the wooden board in a thick stench.

Although people are not satisfied with Liu's family, they deeply admire the high morality of his wife and dare to work hard for his man.

People sat beside "Mao Da", silently, deeply envious, envious for a while, and couldn't help but think of their yellow-faced mother-in-law again. When I thought of my yellow-faced woman, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, and then I was sad like a small wooden leaf hanging in the autumn dusk.

A few days later, under the persuasion of people, Liu had no choice but to agree to the request to bury Mao Da, and Shun Shun put "Mao Da" into the burial. As soon as the time came, several men with considerable strength carried the coffin out of the small shed, and walked up along the small country dirt road, scolding each other as they went, and some even scolded their mothers. The more she scolds her, the more enthusiastic she is, and people will never express a trace of dissatisfaction and resentment towards the scolder.

Some cowards who don't dare to offend people on weekdays are energetic at this time, and they keep scolding wild words, and even pointing to someone's name and scolding nonsense, relying on the scolded person not to beat themselves at this time.

Those who were scolded by the cowards were also inconvenient to investigate, so they had to laugh it off, who told him to scold himself at this time? Not only was he not angry, but he walked over and patted him on the shoulder, thanked him for his scolding, and even secretly stuffed a pack of cigarettes on the coward's body to thank him again in such a way.

The cowards were quite happy, they scolded the wild words and let out a bad breath, but they were not beaten, where in the world is there such a good thing?

Because he was angry with the suffocates on weekdays, at this time, Sasa also let go of his throat and scolded incessantly. At this time, you can scold whoever you want. When she heard someone scolding herself like this, she not only got angry, but also scolded Sasa.

The people put down the coffins and sat on the side of the road clapping, quite happy that there were these two people who were so good at scolding people in Stone Village.

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