Chapter 471: Uncle's Burial

I immediately recognized that this was Hao Minyuan's director's office.

"You...... Why did you come back right away? ”

"Didn't work out?"

Before I could speak, they crackled into questions.

"What do you mean?" I scratched my scalp and asked.

"That's not right! Your clothes ......"

"Really?"

Looking at the expressions of a few people, it doesn't look like a joke, how can this kind of thing be a joke!

"I succeeded in what I confessed!"

Hao Minyuan and the old glasses just came over, I guess I look very embarrassed! The two of them helped me one by one and let me sit on the sofa on one side.

I briefly recounted what had happened after the crossing, and a few people nodded as they listened, and finally everyone's mouths grew big, like a group of frightened children.

When I had finished, the old glasses took off their thick glasses and made a very strange expression at me.

"Boy, if I say something, I'm afraid you don't believe it!"

"What's the matter?"

He took out an old mechanical watch without a watch chain from his bosom and shook it in front of my eyes: "The time you traveled back is less than a minute away from the time you traveled over!" ”

"A minute?" I stood up in shock, "This is absolutely impossible!" ”

I felt as if I had been hit on the head with a wooden stick, and I had been there for more than a day and a night four thousand years ago, so how could he say that it had been less than a minute?

"Yes!" The old glasses nodded with a slight tremor in his lips, "So just now we saw you appear again, and we all thought it was incredible!" ”

"That'...... So what's going on? ”

The old glasses lowered his head in contemplation for a moment, and then jerked his head up, his eyes widened, obviously excited.

"I see! The time of the two worlds is not parallel! The old glasses glanced at the other old men, "What Xiao Liu experienced four thousand years ago, he doesn't belong to this world, of course his time in this world will not move!" ”

Professor Han also nodded: "Probably this is what the ancients said, 'One day in the cave, a thousand years in the world'!" ”

Professor Zhang also chimed in: "Just thinking about that 'rotten Ke man', it is estimated that he was also delayed on the way back for half a day." ”

I don't seem to understand their words, and I don't bother to ask, after crossing such a time, I only feel physically and mentally exhausted, and I especially miss Wu Jinghan, so I asked Hao Minyuan softly: "Where is Wu Jinghan!" ”

"Oh! Xiao Wu should still be in the duty room. ”

When I came to the duty room, Wu Jinghan was chatting with Lao Wang on duty, and I seemed quite surprised to see me walk in.

"You...... You didn't go!"

I walked over a few steps and hugged her in my arms first, probably because the old security guard was present, Wu Jinghan struggled lightly a few times, and then hugged my waist.

"I'm back!"

"Ahh So fast?"

I smiled: "It's hard to put into words! That's not the point, the point is ...... I want to tell you that the two of us have been together for thousands of years! ”

Wu Jinghan's face suddenly turned red to the root of her ears, and her pink fist hammered me lightly on my chest: "In front of Uncle Wang, you ...... Don't talk nonsense...... I'm not a white lady. She couldn't help but laugh when she said this.

I was also amused by her tangled and contradictory appearance: "I'm not Xu Xian either!" ”

The two of them walked out of the duty room very tacitly, and I told me about a girl who looked exactly like Wu Jinghan in the Chiyou era, and after Wu Jinghan heard it, her face turned red again: "You...... What kind of woman do you say I was in my previous life? ”

I gently touched his nose: "You have the ability, you are also such a woman in this life!" ”

"I don't!"

In the next few days, the days were very pleasant, except for going to the toilet, all the time was tired of being with Wu Jinghan, Hao Minyuan and they were very busy, cars, people, in and out, and I didn't bother to ask them what they were doing.

More is better than less, less is better than nothing.

On the fifth day after I came back, Wu Jinghan and I went to visit my second uncle and discussed my uncle's funeral by the way.

The second uncle has moved to the eldest uncle's house, although he is disfigured, but his body is recovering well, and he has no problem taking care of himself.

Regarding the death of the eldest uncle, the second uncle looked very plain, and told me that when the eldest uncle left home this time, he left a few words, that is, after he died, he must be buried in the old grave of the Song family, and he must not be cremated.

Hearing this, I didn't feel surprised, but I was a little sad, my uncle worked hard all his life, and the funeral method after death was different from ordinary people.

Although the cremation policy has been implemented for many years, if there are special circumstances in remote villages, it is not illegal not to be cremated and buried. 520

The next day, it was my uncle's funeral, and many people in the village took the initiative to come over to help, especially Li Bo, who could be said to be completely handled as a family affair.

The ancestral grave of the eldest uncle's family is in the east of the village, which is a saline land, and there is not a single grass growing within a radius of several hundred metersβ€”not even the most salt-tolerant wattles and reeds do not grow.

It is said to be an ancestral grave, but in fact, it has only been more than 100 years, and a total of 11 graves have been buried.

The older generation in the countryside knows that the cemetery, also known as the "yin house", is even more important than the living house in the eyes of many old people, especially in the choice of location, and it is even more cautious and cautious.

There's a lot of preaching here, and I'm just hearsay.

Let's just say that the location of each grave is particularly particular.

The eldest of the first generation is buried on the northernmost east side, and the second and third of the same generation are lined up to the west.

The second generation is buried on the south side of the first generation, and it is also arranged in order of eldest and youngest from east to west, but the whole is in a wrong position to the west.

Therefore, experienced people only need to look at the cemetery, no matter how many graves there are, to know the order of the ancestors of this family.

When we carried my uncle's body to the old cemetery, the neighbors were digging graves, and my second uncle and I didn't say anything, but Li Bo was a little annoyed.

"Didn't you come a long time ago! Why haven't you dug it yet? ”

After the grave is dug, bricks have to be laid and cemented to irrigate, and these steps will take a lot of time.

The second uncle pulled a handful of Li Bo, then took out a cigarette, took out a few and handed them over.

"Everyone's worked hard!"

Several of the people who helped dig the grave were all neighbors of Donghu Village, and when they saw the second uncle coming over, the eldest one of them smiled wryly and waved his hand: "Uncle Song! It's not that we're lazy, this place is evil......"

Hearing him say this, I became curious, and I also took a few steps to get over.

I saw that the grave had been dug one and a half meters deep, but there was a small spring at the bottom of the pit, which was bubbling water, and three people were standing in the grave, two holding shovels in their hands, and the other holding a small bucket in their hands, scraping water.

The second uncle nodded: "A few people have worked hard!" My eldest brother also mentioned that there is a spring hidden in my old grave...... So be it! You guys...... Come up first and rest. ”

Relieved, they immediately jumped up from the grave, stomped their feet, and patted the dirt on their bodies.

The second uncle took out a pile of burning paper from the black bag he was carrying, held it in his left hand, took out the lighter with his right hand and lit it, and when the fire was strong, he quickly threw it into the pit, because he was close to him, and I heard the second uncle keep muttering something.

Rural people, even if they don't know a single old lady, always like to chant a few words when they go to the grave to burn incense, not a mantra, but generally pray for blessings, such as "I hope that the ancestors will be in the heavens and protect the children", or "I hope that the ancestors will help bless Tian Ding and increase their mouths".

I didn't care what my second uncle was talking about.

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard the gravedigger standing opposite the grave pit point to the grave and exclaim, "Snake! O snake! What a big snake! ”

I hurriedly looked towards the grave, and sure enough, I saw a large white snake the thickness of an adult's wrist, coming out of the dirt at the bottom of the pit, and everyone present was amazed that in addition to the color and thickness of the snake, there was also a strange bulge on its forehead - it actually had a blood-red cockscomb, exactly like the cockscomb on the head of the big rooster.

How do snakes grow cockscombs on their heads?

The cockscomb white snake crawled out of the pit and coiled in front of everyone on the edge of the pit, not only did not fear, but spat blood-red letters at everyone.

This frightened the neighbors, and they all shouted and retreated, only one person did not change his face, standing still in place, and this person was the second uncle.

The second uncle bowed deeply to the white snake, then turned to me and whispered, "Nephew, don't you hurry up and kneel down and kowtow three times!" ”

"Ahh On your knees? To whom! "Staring at the white snake and looking at my uncle, I was frightened and a little overwhelmed.

"Don't ask...... Quickly kneel down and kowtow. ”

Seeing the eyes of my second uncle, I suddenly realized that I was asked to kowtow to the white snake a few meters away.

At this point, although I was confused, I did it.

As soon as he knelt down, he heard a hoarse voice from the crowd behind him: "This ...... It's a cockscomb snake! I didn't expect there to be such a snake in the underground of our village! ”

I knelt and couldn't turn around to see the man who was speaking, but I could tell from the voice that he was an old man.

After kowtowing three heads, I straightened up, and saw the white snake staring at me, nodding at me a few times, then turning around and crawling in the southwest direction, very fast, and disappeared in an instant.

The chatter of the crowd exploded.

When I turned around, I saw an old man in ragged clothes in the crowd of thirty or so people, and everyone was surrounding him.

"Old beard! You say that's called a cockscomb snake? ”

"I've never heard of this kind of snake in our village!"

"Who do you listen to?"

"Yes! The whole god is babbling ......"

The man who was called Lao Hu Tou was an old man who looked to be at least seventy years old, his clothes were very shabby, his hair was at least half white, and he was dirty and messy, like a chicken coop made by the village peasants themselves.

I also noticed that his left hand was broken from his wrist.