Zhang Wei's name can be regarded as extremely ordinary.

According to the statistics of those idle experts on the Internet, among the more than one billion people in the country, there are as many as 300,000 people with the name Zhang Wei.

Every year on Zhang Wei's birthday, he always can't help but think:

Just on the same birthday as himself, when the guy with the same name and surname has nearly a thousand people, Zhang Wei's heart will suddenly be unspeakably weird.

The only thing that can make him thankful is that the name Zhang Wei is much stronger than his nickname Zhang Goudan.

Of course, although his name is a little popular, Zhang Wei's profession is definitely not ordinary.

Because Zhang Wei's profession is: Earth Immortal.

This kind of earth immortal is not the kind of immortal who wanders in the world in Xianxia novels, that is, it is called a real person, and the kind of power that can fly far away at a moment's swish.

The so-called earth immortals are just in the southwest of Hunan Province.

For Feng Shui, dragon points, and the selection of auspicious days of the zodiac, of course, the most important business is the idle people in society who do rituals at the funeral, a highly beautified reputation.

In the southwest of Hunan Province, they also have a unique title: Shigong.

Even if Zhang Wei is just in the earth immortals, he belongs to the newcomer who has just entered this industry, but it is not comparable to ordinary professions such as official apes and small white-collar workers.

Earth Immortal, this extraordinary name, sounds very tall and lofty......

Maopeng Village, Chujia Township, a remote village that is hundreds of kilometers away from Baoqing City, and it takes nearly two hours to drive.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, on the narrow cement road built in the village-to-village project, a funeral ceremony was underway.

The six-and-a-half-year-old boy, after constantly lighting the firecrackers, made a shocking sound of firecrackers.

Wearing a uniform and a group of middle-aged women, the snare drum corps made a slightly out of tune to the music of "Into the New Era".

Even, there are suona and drums to form an old-fashioned band to blow and play.

The end is to make this funeral ceremony very lively.

Not to mention that in front of the coffin carried by eight people, there were two teams of people constantly dancing dragon lanterns and lions, plus the crowd of funerals, there were at least five hundred people in the black pressure.

Such a lively scene is now difficult to see in the urban area.

Even in Baoqing City, a small city like the fifth and sixth tiers, burials have basically disappeared due to the administrative order that strictly prohibits burials and fireworks in the urban area.

Today, only these remote villages still retain and adhere to such ancient customs.

It took a while, and the funeral team finally came to the place of the burial, a small hill two miles away from the entrance of the village.

When the funeral procession arrived here, they found that Zhang Wei, the earth immortal invited this time, had been waiting here early.

No matter who it is, when I saw this Zhang Dixian for the first time, I always couldn't hold it in my heart, and sighed loudly: What a fierce man.

The so-called macho man does not mean that this Zhang Dixian is a burly and powerful man.

Zhang Wei's height is 1.83 meters, which is somewhat tall in southwest Hunan, but a loose robe is worn on his body, which is really not mighty.

The problem is that Zhang Wei has a large circle of fine cheeks and a big beard on his chin.

Coupled with his black charcoal-like face, he is a bit like an ancient fierce general, with a posture of not being angry but threatening, if he stares at a pair of eyes, the timid person can be startled......

The funeral procession had a good time, and when they arrived at the cemetery, it happened to be the time they had chosen for burial.

The main family of the funeral, the whole family of the village chief of Maoshan Village, knelt down in front of the grave in one mind, and looked at Zhang Dixian, who was bearded, chanting words in front of the coffin.

I have to say that the murderous aura on Zhang Dixian's face is a little heavier.

But under the watchful eyes of the spectators, Zhang Dixian's routine is very methodical, and he is indeed the only descendant of the most famous Zhang Lao Dixian within a radius of 100 miles.

Even if Zhang Dixian said what he had been whispering in his mouth, they didn't understand a word!

Ten minutes later, Zhang Dixian stopped chattering, grabbed a majestic rooster, slaughtered it with his hands and feet, and surrounded the grave with chicken blood, and completely drenched it in a large circle.

By the way, a half-sized boy threw a large bundle of lit firecrackers into the grave.

When the firecrackers of the 'splitting horn' ended, Zhang Dixian finally made a gesture that he could get off the coffin, and the men who helped carry the coffin immediately began to get busy.

Removing the thick wooden pole tied to the coffin, a group of people pulled the rope that bound the coffin, and slowly lowered the coffin towards the bottom of the grave.

Logically speaking, just put the coffin at the bottom.

Then, the grave was completely buried, and finally a grave pile was built, and the white work that took several days was basically over.

All of the above are the old burial customs inherited in southwest Hunan Province.

It's just a new era and new practices, and in the process of this burial, there were some situations that made Zhang Wei a little hot:

The deceased who was funeral this time was the elderly father of the village chief's family, and the old man did not have many hobbies in front of him, but he was extremely fanatical about village square dancing.

After years of hard work, he can be regarded as a famous square dancer in Shili and Eight Villages.

So at the same time as the burial this time, the youngest son of the village chief's family proposed to have some old man, which is estimated to be a favorite program.

I don't know where he came from, he contacted a song and dance troupe of the grass stage, and when he put down the coffin, he made a gesture, and a large speaker was pressed the start button.

"Crazy, dance, hot woman~"

In the midst of such energetic music, four young women who did not look very good, but their bodies and clothes were really hot, danced vigorously at the grave.

In the ancient burial customs, these strange things were mixed in, which really made Zhang Wei feel unspeakably strange.

The crowd of people who were mourning the funeral were naturally happy to hear this, and the old men in several crowds were dumbfounded, and they didn't even notice that the cigarette in their hands burned their fingers for a while.

That's when something strange happened......

The village chief's family did not speak, but their faces were all blue, obviously suppressing the unhappiness in their hearts.

However, as the most respected person in the village, the seventh uncle who everyone in the village is respectfully called, opened his mouth mercilessly and scolded:

"What do you rabbits do, entertaining you with good wine, good food, and good tobacco every day, and you dig such a grave. ”

The eight young men who were scolded looked at their toes with their heads bowed at this time, honestly like their grandsons, and they didn't dare to have the slightest excuse.

It is indeed the case, it took eight people three days to dig the grave at this critical time, and it was quite embarrassing to find that the coffin could not be placed.

However, this is also something that cannot be helped.

Most of the young people, even the middle-aged people, have gone out to work, and only a very small number have stayed at home.

The eight young people who dug the grave this time, the eldest of them are only in their thirties, and as the older generation gradually grows old, where do they have any relevant experience before.

Coupled with the fact that digging a grave is not an easy task.

They were just a little lazy and dug the grave a little narrower, and there was such a situation where the coffin could not be placed......

Glancing at the second-hand domestic mobile phone in his hand, Zhang Wei couldn't help but speak.

"Well, the hour is almost gone, and it seems that there are not many narrow graves, so hurry up and go up and make a little trimming, and you can put the coffin down." ”

After hearing this, the black-faced village chief did not ask anyone else to do it.

Directly picked up the hoe not far away, jumped straight down the grave, and began to trim the stuck corners one by one.

After about ten minutes of trimming, the coffin was slowly placed again.

Sure enough, in this process, it was quite smooth, even if there were some places that were slightly stuck, the village chief who jumped on the coffin and pry it with the wooden handle of the hoe in his hand, he continued to go down the hall smoothly.

Finally, the coffin was placed at the bottom of the grave, and the onlookers were greatly relieved.

However, as the rope was loosened, the village chief who was pulled up together was pale, and after he came up, he walked towards Zhang Wei without saying a word.

Seeing this, the new and tender Zhang Dixian suddenly chuckled in his heart!