After breakfast, the six people who made the pit took shovels and shovels to the cemetery, and after the "filial son" broke the ground, they worked in shifts; The family welcomes guests to receive paper, and the "filial son" comes first, and everyone does their own work according to the division of labor.

"Don't do it yet, wait until your aunt is sent to the ground." Uncle Landing said to several sons and nephews. Zheng's mother's family stopped at the head of the village.

"Filial son kneels to welcome!" The finger was busy shouting filial piety, and at the same time shouting blowers, and everyone greeted him.

The man's face was frosty, and his eyes were wide with anger; The woman cried and cried sadly, tears like raindrops, entered the mourning shed, and hugged and cried with several sisters who fell to the ground.

The last family broke their filial piety in the guest house, and after the memorial ceremony, they sat down and opened the banquet. The filial son thanked him, moved the chopsticks to serve the cup, drank wine and vegetables, and drank tea and ate.

"Tear down the shed and tie up the coffin!" While asking the people who rented the shed to dismantle the shed, the commander urged the leader of the heavy group to arrange for people to hurry up and tie the coffin and tie the poles, and prepare to open the coffin and enter the grave.

"Are you busy?" Huan Qing said to a few people who tied the coffin with a handkerchief, "Stop for a while and tie it again, rest, carry it as soon as you eat, don't break your intestines, and consume your food first." ”

The man who tied the coffin stopped.

"Oops!" The person in charge was so anxious that he shook his hand and said to Huanqing, "Don't you see the rain in the sky in the southwest?" It's really down, you can't lift it! ”

Huan Qing said unhurriedly: "If you can't lift it, bury it at this door, when you want to hit it when you land, just remove the soil and lift the coffin lid, it's convenient." Otherwise, carry them into the house. ”

He was so anxious that he scratched his head, and whispered into the ears of the celebrants: "It's good that the deceased's mother's family didn't make trouble today, so don't add to the chaos." Things have come to this point, who has a good way? Hurry up and carry it down to the ground, put it in the pit and bury it! ”

Qin Zhongliang saw Zheng Perfunctory's mother's family gathering together and whispering something, and walked over and whispered to Huanqing: "If you don't leave, something will happen soon, tie up the coffin quickly!" ”

Huan Qing turned his face to see that the uncles who had landed were discussing something with the people who came together, and said to the personnel: "Brothers, just rest for a while, quickly tie up the coffin and carry it away, so as not to get drenched in the rain!" ”

The heavy people moved together, quickly tied the coffin, tied the pole, and stopped the front and rear personnel.

"Filial son falls into the basin! Lift the coffin! Seeing that the coffin had been tied, he shouted to the filial son and the heavy man.

"Pong!" As the sound of the prison basin breaking, the coffin followed the people to the pit of the cemetery and fell, and everyone rested, and the dear relatives arrived.

"Quick!" After resting for a while, the heavy personnel were in their positions, carried the coffin and walked away, grabbed the feng shui, and slowly fell into the pit, corrected the extraction, and covered the soil into a grave.

"Landed and beat the mother to death, how did this happen?" Uncle Landing's face changed and he asked about the landing. The Zheng family, who came on the same road, came forward together.

When he went to greet Zheng's family, he was worried, and he didn't know what his uncles and cousins would do with him, and until the coffin was put into the pit, he didn't see a few uncles talking, so he was much more relieved. He planned to stop adding soil to the grave and then kowtow to his uncles and his fellow men to beg for mercy and forgiveness. The uncle asked, and the siege of the Zheng family made him afraid, frightened, frightened, and scattered, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing like pounding garlic, and said in his mouth: "Uncle, I was wrong, I will surrender, okay?" Spare me this time! ”

"Nephew, don't go to eat the meal that doesn't cost money, that meal is not delicious, it's better to stay at home with your mother!" Uncle Landing changed his soft voice and said to the Zheng family: "Call me together!" Kill this unconscionable thing! I'll take care of something! ”

The Zheng family flocked up, punching and kicking, and took turns on the field.

Landing and shouting dad and mother, wolf howling and ghost howling.

The people of Daqinzhuang watched from the side and did not squeak.

"Don't hit him too hard, you have to give him a breath anyway." Huan Qing said to the Zheng family.

The Zheng family was already full of righteous indignation, and there was no mercy in their fists and feet, and they were provoked by the celebration and beat them even more fiercely, like beating a pig to death.

Qin Zhongliang looked at the bursts of kicks, it was enough to withstand a few months on the ground, and if he didn't die, he had to shed a few layers of skin, and walked up to the uncles who landed and said, "You guys stop it, it's really going to kill people, it's not good for you, go back!" ”

The uncles who landed on the ground couldn't call their nephews anymore, and they didn't want to kill him, so they stepped forward to stop kicking and went back.

"Uncle Xie Lu, Uncle Xie!" Lying on the ground, he made a faint voice as much as he could, and said to the Zheng family who didn't look back.

"Let's go! Let's go! It's going to rain soon. Bao Lian said to the heavy men, "Each of you will carry a pole back, and the big ox and I will carry the old dragon pole (a thick rod tied to the lid of the coffin in the village), and the rest of the people will take a shovel and a shovel and tools." ”

The crowd packed up and left the cemetery.

"That'...... How do I go back when I land? Huzi said to Huanqing, "Looking at his uncomfortable appearance with bared teeth, he may not be able to leave, let's help him go back." ”

"I'm holding him? Still carrying him? Think beautifully! Huanqing said and walked away angrily.

Huzi had the heart to help him to the ground, but he hated him for going too far and hesitating.

"You go back, it's going to rain, I'll rest for a while and walk by myself." Landing said to Huzi.

Huzi also walked back.

In the southwest sky, dark clouds followed like horses, and as the thunder approached, the raindrops fell to the ground. I was scared in my heart, a little scared, and struggled with all my strength to get up and walk home. But the pain in his body was unbearable, and he got up and fell down again, like a wall falling down, like a house collapsing. Rumble! …… The yin and yang lightning struck a piece, and dazzling lightning pierced the clouds, followed by a deafening thunder...... Whoa, whoa, whoa,...... The rain was getting heavier.

"I have to go home, I have to go home, I can't die under this thunder and lightning." Thinking like this in his heart, the scaffolders took turns to climb forward with difficulty, twenty centimeters, thirty centimeters, half a meter, one meter...... Covered in wounds and pain, mud and water all over my body. Perhaps as a result of the activity, I felt my limbs strengthen when I landed, and I tried to stand up, but I finally succeeded, and I changed from horizontal to vertical. Although there are also skimming and pinching from time to time, the vertical gradually increases, and the horizontal is removed. He wiped the rain from his face and ran forward with all his might, in the direction of his home, to the head of the village.

Da Niu returned home and told his uncle what happened on the grave, and when Qin Changqing heard about it, he hurriedly took an umbrella and went to greet his son with one foot high and one foot low.

"Chirp!" I only heard a roar, thunder shook the sky, lightning one after another, long and dazzling, Qin was knocked down in a pool of water, lost his right arm with a hammer, and lost his breath. When Qin Changqing rushed to his one-armed son, the thunderstorm had stopped, and a rainbow hung in the western sky. He held his son, whose body temperature had not yet subsided, in pain, and loved and hated. When everyone heard the news, they rushed over and helped Qin Changqing home.