Yang Wenbin, when he was busy dressing Abba in old clothes, relatives and friends were not idle, and came up to help.

My uncle's sister-in-law called, and I invited Mr. Feng Shui.

The eldest brother of the uncle's family called the police station to coordinate the issuance of a death certificate.

Mr. Feng Shui first asked Abba's birthday, and then asked Abba's time of death.

Holding the imperial calendar, pinched his fingers and began to count.

Then he wrote a list to Yang Wenbin, saying that the time of Abba's death was not good, and if he was in a hurry to go out of the funeral today, it would easily affect the people who came to work and help.

So it's best not to have a funeral today, and the best time to go out is tomorrow from 3 a.m. to 9 a.m.

At the time of the funeral, it is taboo to be bullish.

Other times it doesn't matter.

Mr. Feng Shui, find a piece of paper with the words "taboo person, funeral time, etc.", and stick it on the window pane outside.

Then, I wrote a list for Yang Wenbin, which I will use when I go to the burial tomorrow.

Yang Wenbin took it and took a look, it was nothing more than some medicinal herbs, coins, tea, and so on.

I gave it to my uncle's sister, gave her money, and asked her to help buy it.

Next, what Yang Wenbin needs to complete is to ask someone to dig the cemetery.

In Yang Wenbin's hometown, it is a very important matter, and it must be hired by the son of the deceased person.

After the things at home were arranged, Yang Wenbin, under the leadership of his uncle, began to invite people from the cemetery.

At this time, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, and the average person was already asleep.

They knocked on the door of their neighbor's house in the front yard.

After knocking on the door, Uncle Wang walked out.

Yang Wenbin immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed to his uncle, and said, "Uncle, my Abba is old, please go to help the cemetery, and go to my house for dinner at five o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

Uncle Wang's tall figure looks like Yang Wenbin grew up since he was a child.

After hearing the news, he comforted Yang Wenbin, and then agreed to Yang Wenbin's request.

Yang Wenbin lit a cigarette for him, and then went to the next house.

According to this procedure, Yang Wenbin, under the guidance of his uncle, went to five houses, all of them kowtowed first, then talked about things, and then saluted cigarettes, and invited five people to come to the tomb.

Back home, my sister's school colleague sent a wreath. Yang Wenbin met the secretary of his sister's school, and it turned out that he was the teacher who had taught Yang Wenbin's middle school geography class.

Yang Wenbin shook hands with the secretary, and the secretary asked him to mourn.

Yang Wenbin, asked the secretary to sit down, lit a cigarette for him, and started to get busy with other things.

One is the grain grain. And then there is a sewer tank.

Both of these are to be put in the burial chamber.

The grains are packed in a small jar made of one rice husk.

It was filled with five kinds of grains, and then, on top, it was stuffed with biscuits and other foods.

The lower jug is filled with freshly steamed rice, and then, above the mouth of the can, a half-cooked cake is placed.

The children of the deceased bite it with their teeth, and then put it on the pitcher, and then put a red cloth on it, and tie it with a rope.

After these things were done, Yang Wenbin came to the East House and burned some paper money for Abba.

Looking at Abba lying there peacefully, Yang Wenbin felt very heavy. At noon, Abba was still eating the little twist flowers he fed, and in the evening, Abba left him. Thinking of this, Yang Wenbin's nose was sour, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Fortunately, Li Chunhua came in from time to time, sat with Yang Wenbin, and silently burned some paper money to pay tribute to his father-in-law.

My sister and brother-in-law also came over from time to time and accompanied my father sadly.

The night was long, and relatives and friends, either sitting in the courtyard or in the West House, whispered and discussed.

Relatives also come to the East House from time to time to burn paper for Abba, pay tribute, and express their sorrows.

At about three o'clock the next morning, my mother and sister, as well as my cousins and cousins, began to make breakfast.

At half past four, Yang Wenbin called Mr. Feng Shui, the funeral car, and the neighbors who were digging the grave, and told them to come over for dinner.

At five o'clock, as soon as the sky was bright, Yang Wenbin got on a tractor and a tricycle with Mr. Feng Shui and his neighbors and ran to the cemetery.

The trolley crossed the railway, crossed the country road, and walked for more than ten minutes on a one- or two-meter-wide sidewalk between the crops.

The group got out of the car and walked for another five or six minutes along the road that the uncle and brother-in-law had already opened up before they reached the cemetery.

At this time, the sky was just dawning, and I could barely see the surroundings.

This is the west of the fourth-class ditch, the southeast slope of Pingdingshan, which is the so-called feng shui treasure land of "having a photo in front and relying on in the back".

The joint burial tomb of grandparents is located on the highest point on the hillside.

Mr. Feng Shui, holding a compass, placed it in front of his grandparents' graves and measured it, then found out a direction and drew a rectangular box.

Then, with a pickaxe, Yang Wenbin made a few gouging around the box to outline it, and also a few times in the middle, even if he moved the earth.

Then, together with Mr. Feng Shui, he immediately descended the mountain and returned home to prepare for the funeral.

At this time, Abba's body had been put into a paper coffin.

Mr. Feng Shui instructed his sister and opened the light to Abba.

Then, Mr. Feng Shui instructed Yang Wenbin and several other relatives to cover Abba's body, carry it out of the room, and load it into the car at the door.

Then, Mr. Feng Shui asked Yang Wenbin to hold a mirror and look east, west, and front to point out the path of light for Abba.

After that, Yang Wenbin lifted the tile basin high and threw it to the ground, shattering the tile basin to pieces.

After moving the offering table to work, Yang Wenbin got into the hearse, and several relatives also got on the back.

Behind the hearse, followed by a few cars from my sister.

The convoy left the entrance of the village, got on the road, and galloped.

As soon as I got on the highway, I was met with a pouring rain.

Yang Wenbin thought to himself, is this God also grieving for Abba's departure, is it raining?

However, the uncles and brothers who beat the grave will suffer!

The hearse walked for more than an hour before arriving at the funeral home in Qili.

Yang Wenbin and Li Chunhua, the two of them went through the formalities first, got the death certificate, paid the fee, and bought a high-end urn.

Next, it is time to say goodbye to the remains.

Abba's body was placed in the center of the farewell hall.

The host announced the beginning of the farewell ceremony with a mournful voice.

Yang Wenbin and Li Chunhua, sister and brother-in-law walked in the forefront, and other relatives walked behind them, surrounding Abba's body and silently mourning.

First, all the personnel bowed three times to Abba's body. The son and daughter-in-law, the daughter and the son-in-law, are kowtowing three times.

Looking at Abba's body, thinking that he would never see Abbaba again, Yang Wenbin's nose was sour, and he couldn't help but sob.

After the farewell ceremony, Yang Wenbin, together with his brother-in-law, pushed Abba's body, went through the handover procedures with the staff of the cremation hall, and watched the workers push Abba into the crematorium.

Then, wait quietly outside.

There are not many people who come to cremate today.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Yang Wenbin and his brother-in-law came to the cremation furnace to receive the ashes.

The workers turned on the crematorium, and with a loud bang, a ceramic bed rumbled out of it, and on it lay the carbonized bones.

Yang Wenbin, and his brother-in-law, carefully put Abba's ashes in an iron plate, carefully carried them outside, cooled for a while, and after they were not hot, they carefully picked out the ashes and put them in the urn.

Wrap the outside of the urn in a red cloth.

The group hurriedly got into the car and transported Abba's ashes to the cemetery for burial.

It took an hour for the hearse to return to its hometown, go up the mountain, and reach the cemetery.

At this time, the relatives and friends who were digging the tomb had already dug a pit in the ground and dug the tomb according to the standard size.

Yang Wenbin, kneeling at the bottom of the tomb, carefully placed Abba's urn on the right side of the tomb.

Then, he covered the cement slab with a shovel and covered it with a few shovels of soil.

Because he had to rush home early, at the door, kneeling to greet the graveyard men.