When the carriage was about to arrive in Pingfang Town four days later, Chen Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief. Harbin is already in sight.

Now Chen Mingyi is shaved his beard, and no one can recognize him. Xiaobao is enough to choke. Chen Mingyi was completely out of phase by the torture of going back and forth in the past few days. Especially not eating well and sleeping well, and that damn coffin.

The Northeast is big. Nowhere else in China may you find a single family's land, hundreds of meters or even a kilometer or two long from south to north or east to west. A ridge allows you to shovel grass enough for you to shovel for half a day.

Chen Mingyi found a large cornfield. The corn cob has been harvested, and only the corn stalks are still standing. This kind of thing can only be used for cooking, but it is not resistant to burning, because the fire is not hard enough. Since there was firewood on the mountain, the farmer had to harvest it and burn it. It is often a fire that is lit and burned out, which is the proverbial burning of wasteland.

Chen Mingyi folded a large pile of corn stalks, leaving an open space to come out. He held his breath and opened the lid of the coffin. He didn't even dare to look closely at the miserable situation inside the coffin, and took out the jar with both hands and put it on the carriage. Hurriedly pounced on the maggots stuck to the clothes. Then lift the bottom plate of the coffin vigorously and buckle the coffin from the wagon to the cornfield.

Chen Mingyi kept holding the corn stalks and piling them on the coffin, and finally piled them into a hill.

He took the rest of the straw and put it in the wagon and covered the jar. Using a rope to firmly fix the straw on the carriage, Chen Mingyi turned around and walked towards the pile of straw that had been piled up into a mountain. He leaned down and lit the leaves on the corn stalks.

The fire slowly burned in the straw pile.

Chen Mingyi turned around and got into the carriage, shook the reins, and hurried to the way to Harbin.

The carriage walked far away, and Chen Mingyi looked back. In the distance, a thick cloud of smoke rose into the sky, and the fiery snake scurried high.

Chen Mingyi seemed to have recovered from a serious illness, relaxed and weak.

It's less than half done. Chen Mingyi admonished himself. Seeing the straw on fire, Chen Mingyi suddenly remembered how to open the jar.

He did not rush back to Harbin, but found a big car shop in Pingfang Town to live.

"Oops, old guest. How do you pull a cart of bud rice poles back? The guy from the big car shop asked curiously.

"Our family has no land, so we rely on me to drive a carriage to earn food. The empty car came back to pull some firewood, and the wife of the province scolded me for not being able to live. Chen Mingyi explained with a smile.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one saw it, Chen Mingyi carried the jar into the house where he lived. I went to the kitchen again and asked for a pot of hot water to soak my feet. He closed the door and sat the jar in the basin. Carrying an iron kettle, he slowly poured the boiling water on the lid of the jar. After pouring a pot of water, Chen Mingyi easily opened the lid of the jar.

"This little calf!" Chen Mingyi looked at most of the banknotes in the jar and couldn't help but scold.

He crouched down and took out the banknotes from the jar one by one, and put them on the ground. While taking it out, Chen Mingyi said to himself: "I don't believe that there will be none." ”

The more he took the money, the more anxious he became, and the faster he moved. It wasn't until Chen Mingyi finally took a stack of brand-new banknotes in his hand that his face softened.

"Strange, how can there be so little new money? But something is better than nothing. Chen Mingyi said. He left a stack of old bills and a new stack of bills, and the remaining hundred and thirty-two stacks were put back into the jar.

"A man is a rake for money, and a woman is a box for money. Brother, you must find a good wife in the future. I don't know if I'll ever see that day. Chen Mingyi whispered.

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Chen Mingyi was on the road again. The jar for money is still hidden in the straw of buds.

The carriage entered Harbin and did not go to the city center, but made a half-circle. Chen Mingyi found a shop that sold longevity materials. Inside, coffins, paper people, candles, and yellow paper are readily available.

Chen Mingyi reined in the carriage and jumped out of the carriage. A man in his forties and fifties who looked like a boss in a melon skin hat greeted him.

"What do the old customers need?" The boss asked. This kind of place is basically not asked what you buy.

"I have a friend who sells Dianabol. Died last night. There was not a single child on him. I want to take him to the cemetery and bury him, and I want you to find a piece of wood to write a monument. Chen Mingyi looked bitter when he spoke.

"Those who are abducted and sold counterfeit drugs should be buried alive!" The boss saw that Chen Mingyi was so poor that he was scumbag, and he didn't speak politely.

"Don't you have a coffin? Just make a monument out of wood? Don't come to a stone monument? The boss asked again.

"If you have any money, you don't want a coffin. I have a cart of bud rice poles in my car. When the time comes, lay a layer in the pit, and then cover him with a layer. Lift up the dirt and pile up a bag of dirt. It is enough to insert a wooden tablet in front and write the name. If it weren't for a friend, I wouldn't have left him alone. Chen Mingyi said helplessly.

"Human affection is as thin as paper." The boss sighed, turned into the shop, and walked out again. In his hand he was holding a piece of wood that was one meter long and more than a bundle wide.

"How? Is it okay to be so big? The boss asked Chen Mingyi.

"Medium, medium. That's it. Chen Mingyi nodded hurriedly.

"Okay. You take this piece of wood first. I went into the house and found a brush and came out and wrote my name. After the boss finished speaking, he went into the house and came out with a brush.

"What's your friend's name?" The boss asked, holding a brush.

"His tuba is called Li Youqian. Friends of friendship, Qianlong's dry. Chen Mingyi said carefully.

"Li Youqian? He might as well call Li rich. If you don't do it, you will be developed. The boss sneered, picked up the pen and wrote Li Youqian's three big characters on the wood.

"You just give me a dollar. It opened early today, but it didn't make any money. The boss said regretfully.

After paying the money and thanking him, Chen Mingyi put the wooden sign on the carriage. Catch the car and drive towards Daan Street.

To the east of Daan Street is a Japanese cemetery, where dead Japanese people are buried. To the west is the Luren cemetery, where the poor who can't afford to pay and the refugees who have died of cold and starvation in the streets are buried. The cemetery where such a person is buried is naturally unguarded. Even during the day, I can't see a single figure for half a day, and it's gloomy. To be more precise, this place should be called a mass grave.

Chen Mingyi drove the carriage and found a vacant lot in the cemetery. He looked left and right to see that there was no one, and then he wheeled up his shovel and dug up. It took a lot of effort to dig a two-meter-deep pit out.

In the past few days, his physical strength and energy have been almost exhausted.

Chen Mingyi took the bud rice pole from the carriage and paved a layer in the pit. Then he threw the jar in. Then he threw the remaining bud rice stalks into the pit and some of them. He stepped on it with his foot again. Chen Mingyi finally piled up the excavated soil on top of the bud rice stalks. A small grave bag appeared.

Chen Mingyi dug a small pit half a meter deep in front of the grave and erected the wooden tablet.

"Li Youqian, don't worry. In a few days my brother will burn paper in your grave. After Chen Mingyi finished speaking, he drove the carriage away.