Daqinzhuang used to be old people (dead people, referring to the old people who have died), and there is also the habit of filial piety kowtowing to the door, kowtowing in front of whom's door, saying the date of the funeral, and going to the next family. Since Zhuangzi is big and everyone has elders, everyone canceled the kowtow item, sent someone to inform them, and they were all present. However, for Zheng Yanyan's death, people hate the roots of their teeth so much that they are squeaking, angry and angry, and they all want to hide far away, who will step forward? When a person dies, he can't always leave it at home. There was no way, in desperation, Qin Changhuai had only Qin Landing, who was guilty, kneeling door to door and begging. Every time he goes to a house, every time he goes to a household, he doesn't give him a good face, either hateful glances, or curses and scolds, and the number is already light enough. Yes, people go into the house and plug the door shut, shouting three times or five times but pretending not to hear; Yes, pretending that something is going to dodge and disappearing, and the door is locked and locked. It took a lot of time for the whole village to knock down, and it took a lot of time to talk about it, to spend some energy, from evening to more than ten o'clock in the night. Qin Changhuai's voice was also hoarse, it was dark, and he didn't know if his forehead was red when he landed, and if his knees hurt when he knelt down, he only felt that he was walking slower than before, staggering, staggering, and falling to the ground, and finally got up and insisted on getting home, kneeling in front of the coffin and crying.

Under the light, Qin Changqing saw that his son's forehead was red and swollen with blood, and the knee part of his pants had been worn out, revealing bloodstains, hate, and pain, with mixed feelings, and said to his son: "Landing, my son, you have abused me and your mother again and again, I have endured it again and again, swallowing bitterness in my stomach, crying behind your back, and I have never said a bad word about you to anyone, for fear of affecting the views of relatives and neighbors of the old and young on you, it is rumored that you have lost your reputation, this time you lost money, and sold the cattle that cultivated the land and cultivated the land to pay off the gambling debts, I also told your mother that I bought a four-wheeled machine. Let your mother go to your uncle's house to borrow money. What's up? How did your mother borrow money from your uncle for this? How so? She didn't go, was she wrong? You beat her to death with a hammer! She died, how can we live this life? I have the heart to report the case and arrest you according to your uncle's opinion, but I am reluctant; When the funeral is held tomorrow, it doesn't matter if your uncle or your cousins beat you a few times and kick you a few times, you must endure it; No matter how ugly the people say, you have to endure it, and you can't say anything back. Try to save your life and take your daughter-in-law and three children with you! I can't keep up with you for a few days. ”

"Dad......" climbed two steps on the ground, knelt down in front of Qin Changqing and kowtowed, "I was wrong, it's too late to change, when my mother is sent to the ground, I will surrender, even if I die, I deserve it, I can't blame others, I can't blame you and uncle, Dad!" ……”

"Son! Why is that? In the past, when there were any big or small things, relatives and neighbors took the initiative to help, and today our family is here, miserable! This is popularity, this is retribution, do you know the Tao? Child! After Qin Changqing finished speaking, the two of them hugged their heads and cried.

The daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter all fell asleep crying and crying, and the coffin room was desolate and cold.

After a night, Qin Changqing got up early to find Qin Zhongliang, and kowtowed from house to house with the landing heavy, the male laborers of the whole village and the family in the near house, only you looked at me, I looked at you, walked over reluctantly, chose vegetables to cook, broke filial piety and moved the coffin, the suona sounded, and the tears were miserable.