Yes, everybody get out. The village chief responded. Zhang Yang, you can go out too, just stay with a few of our old ones. ”

"No, village chief, my grandfather loved me so much when he was alive, I want to stay and change into a shroud for him, and I can count my filial piety." Zhang Housheng said with a sad face.

"Alright then, you mourn." As he spoke, the village chief beckoned all those who remained in the house to go out.

"I'd better stay, Brother Zhang has always respected me before his death, I have to stay, dress him up cleanly and get on the road, otherwise I will be uneasy." The old bachelor said.

"Okay, then you and Zhang Yang can stay, lest the young man have something he doesn't understand."

After the village chief finished speaking, he told the people in the house to go out quickly, and then closed the door and went out himself.

After everyone left, there were only the old bachelors and Zhang Housheng who were dressed in my skin in the house, the two of them called the water, and helped the grandfather wipe his body with a solemn expression, when the old bachelor took the towel to wipe the grandfather's chest, Zhang Housheng grabbed the towel and said: "I'll wipe it, you go and bring the shroud on the box to grandpa." ”

"Okay." The old bachelor didn't think much about it at all, he usually listened to me, where was he suspicious at this time.

Taking advantage of the time when the old bachelor turned back to take the shroud, Zhang Housheng hurriedly lifted his grandfather's chest, and then wiped the little blood oozing from the soul nail and covered it with a close-fitting shirt.

"Old bachelor, can you hear me?"

I struggled and screamed, and the soul nailed to my grandfather's body raised my hand and slapped it in front of the old bachelor, who couldn't help but sneeze.

The old bachelor's face showed a trace of suspicion, I said before, although the old bachelor did not get the true biography of Ma Daoshi, but he was very good at looking at the spirit, and he could see whether there had been a homicide at anyone's door, I died unjustly, and there must be resentment after death, and the old bachelor could not have noticed it at all.

Sure enough, the old bachelor went to the Eight Immortals table next to him and lit a candle, and then walked towards me.

"Yes, as long as you put the candle next to your grandfather's body, with the old bachelor's ability to look at the qi, you will definitely be able to see the abnormality with the candle illuminating the yin soul, but the candle has just been brought over, and it was pinched and extinguished by Zhang Housheng's two fingers.

"Don't light candles, my grandfather was very afraid of light a few days before he died." Zhang Housheng said.

"——!"

I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, this was the first time I felt that I was sanctimonious and hateful!

"Oh, I want to comb your grandfather's hair, I'm afraid of lice, so I'm going to light a candle." The old bachelor said.

"I've got good eyes, I'll come." Zhang Housheng picked up the comb on the bedside table and cleared it for his grandfather.

Half an hour later, the grandfather's appearance was tidied up, and a group of people outside entered the house, and the village chief and the old bachelor beckoned a few people to carry the funeral bed to the middle of the hall and put it with their heads facing outward.

A death like my grandfather's death, in the eyes of outsiders, is the end of life, and the body needs to be buried at home for three days, and I am looking for my mother and Xiaobai back and forth in the crowd of people.

In the funeral practice in the countryside, in the case of children and grandchildren, women are not allowed to kneel on the funeral bed, and now the grandfather is dead, the mother may be preparing for the funeral, and Xiaobai has just passed the door, not suitable for the elders, only need to wear linen and filial piety before the burial of the grandfather's body.

Zhang Housheng knelt next to me and cried tears, crying while burning paper in the brazier, Xiao Wu stood next to him and saw Zhang Housheng crying uncomfortably, and he also wiped his tears and cried.

"Little Wu, can you hear it?" I shouted Xiao Wu without giving up.

But Xiao Wu obviously couldn't hear it at all, and cried with tears and snot.

At night, Xiao Wu kept standing behind Zhang Housheng and crying, and the villagers who worshiped and burned paper in front of him were stunned.

Until the evening when his mother cooked a pot of dumplings and brought them over, he beckoned a few people who were busy with the funeral to eat, Xiao Wu's voice stopped abruptly, and he went to take the dumplings that his mother gave him without a sound, and devoured a bowl, and before anyone else started to eat, he handed the bowl to his mother and came another bowl.

After a while, the mother walked to the spiritual bed with a bowl of dumplings and said, "Yangyang, you have been hungry for a day, eat a bowl of dumplings." ”

"Mom, I can't eat it." Zhang Housheng said.

"If you can't eat, you have to eat, you still have to keep watch for the past two days, you can't go back to sleep at night, you can't stay up if you don't eat." Mother said.

"Hmm." Zhang Housheng responded, took the dumplings, and ate them one by one.

"Mom, if you can't hear it, don't forget what I told you!" I shouted to my mother.

Mother watched Zhang Housheng finish eating, then took the bowl, turned around and left, she seemed to have forgotten what I had told me before.

I suddenly remembered that I had confessed to my mother as a grandfather, and the thing I told my mother was to make her have some suspicions about her son, and my mother now thinks that I am the pillar of the family, especially since the old locust tree was cut down, she has obeyed me.

The terminally ill grandfather makes his daughter-in-law doubt his son, which is a bit strange to mention, and ordinary people may not be able to accept it, let alone a kind mother.

"Mom, don't go, you must remember what I told you!"

"Mom!"

I was so anxious that I cried out to my mother.

Because the only way to debunk Zhang Housheng's conspiracy is to rely on my mother!

At the moment, no one can see the abnormality, and Ma Daoist is on the mountain, his identity as an old immortal, it is impossible for him to go down the mountain to give a funeral to an unfamiliar old man.

I don't know if my mother suddenly remembered something, or if she heard my echo in the dark, she turned her head to look at the body of her grandfather on the bed of Zhang Housheng, and then looked at Zhang Housheng, put the dishes and chopsticks into the pot, and went out with them.

A few minutes later, when my mother returned to the courtyard, she walked to the funeral bed with a hesitant expression and took out the colored conch I had placed on the bedside table!

"Yangyang, this is a wedding gift from your college classmates, I forgot to give it to you." Mother said.

Zhang Housheng glanced at the colored conch in his mother's hand, mumbled, picked up the colored conch and put it in his pocket.

My mother's expression was shocked, obviously remembering what I had told her as a grandfather, and my mother said, "Why don't you keep the colored conch for me first, lest you break it, your grandfather has just died, and it's not good to bring colored things." ”

"Oh."

Zhang Housheng handed the conch to his mother again, forgiving him for not guessing that there was another hidden meaning in this conversation.

After the mother took the snails, she pulled out a stack of yellow table paper from the door, and then hurried out of the yard.

When his mother left, he glanced back at Zhang Housheng, but Zhang Housheng did not notice his mother's abnormality at all.

As long as my mother went to my father's grave to burn paper and threw the colored snails into the big reservoir, then my father would definitely know that I had died, and even if he couldn't come out, he should tell my mother something in his dream.

But to my surprise, that night, nothing happened, everything went according to plan.

In the middle, Zhang Housheng left the spiritual bed several times before going to the toilet, in the early morning when he was dozing, he suddenly opened his eyes, and left the yard in a hurry, and came back after a while, I was worried, could it be that when my father wanted to find me to dream, he found that the person in my body was not me, and Zhang Housheng noticed it?

As a water ghost in his father, I am afraid that he will not be able to fight Zhang Housheng, who has been dormant in Zhangjiagou for many years!

My heart was anxious and chaotic, but my soul was nailed to my grandfather's body and I couldn't move at all, so I had to wait.

By the day of the next day, the funeral was held as usual, and the suona team in the town was also invited, and the gongs and drums blew all day.

During the mother's period, I came to receive the neighbors who came to worship, and it stands to reason that she had already informed my father according to the method I said, but my father didn't move at all last night, and I was nailed to the spiritual bed and couldn't move, I guess my father may not know what happened at all, and he didn't give his mother a dream at all, and he didn't even realize that there was another hidden reason for his grandfather's death!

Then the only one who can see something abnormal is Ma Daoist.

I told my mother that if the conch was thrown into the reservoir and there was no movement, or she didn't have any strange dreams at night, then before Grandpa's burial, I would fry a plate of sugar peanuts and send it to Nanshan to Ma Daoshi, saying that Grandpa had always known that he liked sweets, and hoped that he could come to Grandpa's funeral to give him a ride.

As long as Ma Daoist came, it means that he had doubts, because when Xiaobai and I went to visit Ma Daoist in the mountains before, Ma Daoist said that he would not eat sweets when he came quickly.

What's more, my grandfather and Ma Daoist have never interacted, so how can I know what Ma Daoist likes to eat or not.

I mentally comforted myself and told myself that I must be calm and wait for the day of the third day of burial.

After a day and a night of suffering, the day of burial finally came.

From morning to noon, many grandfathers came to kowtow in the old days, and the suona hands of the suona team kept blowing.

After lunch, the red lacquer coffin in the side room of my grandfather's house was carried out.

Because our Zhangjiagou is a place of three things, and grandpa is dying, so there is no need to drag it to the town for cremation.

After the coffin was dragged out, I saw the old bachelor and the village chief and others walking to the funeral bed to lift my grandfather's body and put it in the coffin.

"Wait, didn't you wait until the sun set to put the body in the coffin?!" I shouted anxiously.