I turned around and saw that the fat man had already eaten the second steamed bun, and unknowingly took the two steamed buns in his hand and ate them.

I said in my heart, if I let the magnificent daughter-in-law know that the fat man eats so much alone, it is estimated that she will be crazy again, and my grandmother will be driven away.

We continued to eat.

After eating and drinking, after a while, the second "bet paper" began.

During this period, Hongwei and his daughter-in-law had invited the neighbors who were angry to go back again, and the magnificent daughter-in-law, her eyes were red, and she had just cried, and she didn't make a sound after coming back, she went directly into the house and never came out.

Even "bet on the paper", and didn't see her come out again.

How capricious!

With the first lesson, this time, the cup in the tray contains real wine, and even if it is really wet, it can be ordered.

But people are not as good as heaven, and accidents still happen.

Because we now know the cause of Guoxian's grandfather's death, as well as the causes and consequences, so this time the "bet paper", Bai Anne and I were not involved, no matter what accident happened to him, it has nothing to do with us.

However, we waited in the mourning hall for more than ten minutes, but we didn't see them come back, so we went out to see it curiously.

It turned out that the team that charged the paper did not go to the small temple at all, and stopped halfway through.

We followed, and saw that the magnificent hands were empty, and then looked at the ground, the chassis of the tray, fell directly from the tray, the wine cup fell to the ground, the wine spilled on the ground, three incense, was smashed by the chassis, and the paper, there was no trace at all, if you guessed correctly, you may not know where it was blown by the wind.

The principal and the magnificent were stunned, not knowing what to do.

Do you pick up what's on the ground and move on, or do you go back and pack up again?

But this paper was not returned to re-start the statement.

So everyone waited in the same place.

The principal thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't make up his mind.

I really couldn't help it, I turned my head and saw me and Bai Annie.

I saw a trace of embarrassment and surprise in the eyes of the principal, I guess at this time, he is really out of line, seeing us coming, I thought that the savior was coming.

But for the sake of face, he was embarrassed to speak.

At this time, Bai Annie came up to me and said a few words to me, and I immediately understood what to do.

I walked over and said to the Lord and the Magnificent and all the filial sons and grandchildren:

"There are gods three feet above the head, and the gods are everywhere, and if this tribute falls to the ground, it can be regarded as an offering to the gods, and the gods will accept it, and they will understand our piety. Well, in that case, let's go back. ”

The principal gave me a grateful look, and then I said:

"Xiao Shu is right, the gods will definitely accept our offerings, then let's go back."

So, before he walked to the small temple, the second "paper bet" ended hastily.

By this time, it was almost dark.

For the next hour or two, nothing happened.

According to the funeral ceremony, for these two hours, the filial sons and grandchildren kneel at the back of the order hall and greet the guests who come to mourn.

These guests are not outsiders, they are all neighbors.

Since you are a neighbor, you have to buy a firecracker and a pile of yellow paper to mourn, and the closer the relationship, the more things you will naturally have.

The guests were led by the principal to the front of the mourning hall and shouted inside:

"Guest ......"

The last word "to" has to be delayed for a long time, and the purpose is to let the filial sons and grandchildren behind the mourning hall hear it.

At this time, the filial sons and grandsons were chatting, and they didn't put their minds on welcoming guests at all, until they heard the shouts of the master, and then they hurriedly knelt down, and cried and shouted in the innermost:

"My ......"

Of course, it's not really crying, it's all pretending, if it's really crying, so many people come to mourn in one night, and some of them suffer, so even if it's an immediate family, they won't really cry, it's just a show.

As soon as the filial sons wept, the mourners went to the mat spread on the ground and knelt down.

The presiding officer shouted:

"One Bow to ......"

The mourners kowtow to the mourning hall.

Filial sons and grandchildren shouted:

"My ......"

"Prostrate ...... Again"

Knock one more.

"My ......"

"Continuous ......"

Another knock.

"My ......"

After prostrating three times in succession, the mourners straightened up, but did not stand up, and the chief priest then shouted:

"The filial son stepped forward to thank the guest, and the guest did not return the courtesy!"

This is, the filial sons and grandchildren will kowtow to the mourning person, in order to return the courtesy, and then the two filial sons come forward, the mourning person up, a few words of greeting, send away the person, retreat, and then greet the next mourner.

And so it was repeated until eight or nine o'clock, when all the people who came to pay their respects had left, and it was over.

There was no point in staying in the mourning hall, and we were not needed for the thanks, so Fat Anne and I went out as soon as it got dark.

What are you going out for? Watch the show.

In our place, the white event is more solemn than the red event.

The wedding event is busy for three days at most, and the climax is the process of marrying the bride and holding the wedding.

And the white thing is different, every time the "paper is charged" is a small climax, and the night before the burial, it is the first big climax that can cause a sensation.

Why is it a big climax?

Because it has performances.

What show?

Performances of traditional arts.

It is usually a group of traditional art troupes, usually including a lead singer, two sheng players, and a few accompanimentists.

said that he was the lead singer, not singing, but only occasionally speaking, and the most was to blow suona.

We refer to them here as trumpeters.

Although I have watched countless such performances since I was a child, every time there is a white thing in the village, it is the same content, even the repertoire is the same, and the finale repertoire must be "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix", but every time I invite the art troupe, the performance style is also different, and it is still worth watching.

Moreover, this time, I heard that Hongwei Hongyu really made a bloody investment, and invited two art troupes at once.

Let these two art troupes compete to see which one can win the favor of the audience.

In fact, there is no need to compare to distinguish the winners and losers.

Because the two art troupes invited by Hongwei and Hongyu are not the same style at all.

A traditional art troupe is one that blows the trumpet.

The other is the Modern Song and Dance Art Troupe.

The collision of a tradition and a modernity will not collide at all.

Many years ago, the traditional art troupe and the traditional trumpet were simply invincible, suitable for all ages, and everyone loved to listen to it.

But now?

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