This happened twenty or thirty years ago.

After Dahei left, he went to the villages to ask for food. Later, he was adopted by a family somewhere in Huaibei, and married the daughter of the family, and survived by having children. Sometimes I also come to Xiaowangzhuang to visit my adoptive mother.

After Aunt Ding left Dahei, she worked and ate by herself, and did not enter a nursing home. Our Daqinzhuang is not far from Xiaowangzhuang, and the plots are connected. Since she introduced me to my daughter-in-law, which fulfilled the happiness of our husband and wife, my wife and I often helped her with some work and farming.

With the development of society and the improvement of the economy, after the 80s, we generally demolished the straw houses here and built tiled houses. Aunt Ding's adopted son, Da Hei, also built a brick house for her former adoptive mother to make her more comfortable. However, after his nephew Tongzi got married, he gave birth to two boys and five girls, and he still lived in a thatched house, with no money to build a house and no homestead, so he occupied Aunt Ding's three tiled houses and homesteads. When Aunt Ding was critically ill, the boy said to Ma Dahei, who was serving his critically ill adoptive mother: "Brother, my brother beat you up at that time, why did you say that you would just leave?" For many years, I have farmed, served rice, and sent tea to my aunt to honor her, and you only came back to visit my aunt at this time, can it be considered filial piety? If I hadn't served, her bones would have been yellow and rusty! You also have a wife and children at home, go back! I'll give my aunt a pension to the end, don't you ask. Don't cry here - fake mercy! What possessions are worth for you? Target? ”

"Brother!" Ma Dahei listened, "I don't want to? Mother's family business, you let me fulfill my filial piety, serve her, send her down to the ground and leave, okay? ”

"You sent her down to show your filial piety? Didn't the people in my village say that I was not filial? You buy the coffin, I'll give you the money. Go back! Save some face for my brother, don't let people say that my boy is not filial to his mother! ”

"My mother took me in when I was helpless and raised me as an adult. I haven't been able to fulfill my heart as a son, I should buy a coffin, what money do I want from you? It's not easy for you and your sister-in-law to have a few children. If you can arrange your mother's funeral, I'll be relieved. ”

"Since you know that Brother Lu's economic conditions are not very good, you don't plan to ask for it, and I won't give it to you." The boy said.

Ma Dahei saw that Brother Tong wanted to show filial piety, so he went back.

After Da Hei left, the boy did not feed Aunt Ding, nor did he give her tea to heal. Aunt Ding stopped breathing in hunger, thirst and pain and despair.

"My aunt, I'll give it to you, and you won't eat it; I will bring you a drink, and you will not drink it; I was about to take you to a big hospital for treatment, why did you leave? After Aunt Ding took her last breath, the boy cried without tears.

When they heard this, they came to visit, and their hearts were sad.

The village of Xiaowangzhuang is not big, with twenty or thirty households, more than 100 people and less than 200 people. You sprinkle medicine on my chickens and ducks, I sprinkle medicine on your chickens and ducks, and you can't even feed the chickens and ducks. Whoever wants to feed two chickens to eat eggs can only circle them and dare not let go. The pigs and sheep fed are even more careful and tightly guarded. Each man sweeps the snow in front of his own door, regardless of the frost on the tiles of others.

The boy can't suffer a loss, and he just wants to take advantage of the action, and people have long been disgusted, and they see it in their eyes and remember it in their hearts. According to his wishful thinking, after the death of Aunt Ding, the money from Benzhuang and his relatives to burn paper and keep accounts was enough for the funeral, and the rest of the houses and homesteads were earned. However, people didn't let his wishful thinking succeed, and they all went into the accounts with a small amount of money, eating, drinking, and spilling, drinking and eating all over the floor, and cups and plates were messy.

The daughter-in-law told her husband about the situation, and the boy took off his filial piety clothes and scolded, "Damn*! what you intend to ruin me! ”

"Hit!" The people shouted in unison and knocked the boy to the ground.

"Something! Who sent the old man to take such a barrel (tube) wine for people to drink? The meals are not enough to eat! Dropped the plate and bowl! Smash the shed! Let him carry the coffin down to the ground himself! ”

Everyone left, and there was not one left.

The boy endured the pain and got up, and regretted it too late.

Aunt Ding's body rested in the coffin.

The time of Ding's death was in July 1993, when the wheat was harvested, the temperature was extremely high, and the ground roasted people. The boy's family didn't bother anymore, and the house smelled of corpses.

The matter spread to the town, and the cadres in the north of the town did not do the work of passing the boys, so they had to go back.

In this way, Aunt Ding's body decomposed in the coffin, flowing out of the corpse water and giving birth to maggots. She lives in the second row of houses at the easternmost end of Xiaowangzhuang. The smell was difficult to get into the nose, and the entire half-section of the village temporarily moved out of the house.

Can her mother's family allow such a mortuary and corpse? Her mother's home is far away, and there are no nephews, nephews and grandchildren and other relatives, no one to inform, and her mother's family does not know what to do.

Two months later, the adopted son Ma Dahei came back to see him, crying! Shout! Howl! Hopefully! Tearing hearts and lungs, liver and intestines are broken. Da Hei kowtowed to the door and begged for help, buried his mother in the ground and left.

The house and homestead went to the boys.

I would like to ask: Is human kindness and compassion extinguished like this? Can people who are officials, big and small, close their eyes to this matter and ignore it?

Miserable! Heart-wrenching!

If she had a son and a daughter, would she stop burying the corpse?

Can a child enter the ground? Can no child go to the grave?

I don't know what to do.