At midnight, it was dark.

After a deafening thunderclap, a bean-like downpour fell in a dense manner, enveloping a boxy funeral parlor on the outskirts of the city.

The funeral parlor has been built for a long time, and the white-ash walls have been mottled, revealing the background color of blue bricks, which perfectly matches the desolate scene around it.

The fence-like iron gate was rusty.

There is a placard with white paint on a black background hanging high in the doorway.

Faintly visible through the dim door lamp, it is written in the eight characters of 'changing customs and cremation of civilization'.

At this moment, another lightning bolt lit up the sky, illuminating the figure of a young man passing by under the sign with an old umbrella.

The young man's name is Zhang Jiao, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his actual figure is far less slender than the shadow, just an ordinary 1.70 meters.

The face is round, and the facial features are quite pleasing to the eye, just because of the fat and a little deformed.

He looks honest and honest, and he wears very cheaply, and his dark gray coat has hairballs on it.

Because the black umbrella in his hand folded, the rain splashed on the top of the umbrella and dripped on the back of his neck, which made him can't help but feel excited.

Subconsciously shrunk his head, Zhang Jiao quickened his pace and walked out of the door of the funeral home.

Follow the oblique auxiliary road all the way forward, and after a while, you will get on the avenue around the city of Jingshan County.

The main road seems to be a lot wider, but because it is too late, it still seems deserted, and only the occasional car whizzes by.

The doors on both sides of the road have all been closed, except for a small shop that says 'Huimin Supermarket' diagonally across the road, and the dim lights are still on.

Seeing the light, Zhang Jiao, who had a haggard face, let go of his mouth and crossed the road with a long sigh of relief.

'Huimin Supermarket' should be called a supermarket, but it is actually a small store.

At the entrance is a cash register less than 1 meter long and wide, with two shelves side by side against the wall.

The keeper of the shop was an old man with white hair and age spots on his face.

Sitting behind the counter, watching sensational costume dramas on an old tablet.

Zhang Jiao seemed to be familiar with him, and greeted him politely after entering the door, "Uncle Xu, you haven't slept yet." Only then did he walk to the shelves to pick up the goods.

He hesitated for a long time staring at the jar of naturally produced milk, and then took it down ruthlessly.

This world is vast and dangerous.

Humans occupy only a small part of a continent shaped like a gourd and called 'mud mud', and they have struggled to multiply.

Because the land that can be safely grazed and cultivated is too small for the population, most of the daily food of the common class comes from industrialized and intensive production of seed and breeding buildings.

The products produced on farms that are based on traditional methods of animal husbandry and cultivation are naturally more expensive.

Although it is not a luxury, the common people will not enjoy it easily.

The natural products sold in Huimin Supermarket do not exceed 5 pieces in total, and it seems that they are completely used by the boss to forcibly upgrade the B grid of the store.

Because it has been left for too long, there is already a layer of dust on it.

Zhang Jiao took the milk and wanted to settle the bill, but he couldn't move, hesitated for a few seconds, turned around and picked up the remaining can of naturally produced milk on the shelf, walked to the cashier and said, "Uncle Xu, please check out." ”

The old man looked away from the costume drama but didn't count the money directly, but asked coldly, "I bought it for your grandfather?"

"Hmm. Zhang Jiao nodded and was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice: "I have no income, I can't afford the cost of the intensive care unit, and my family's house has long been sold for medical treatment, so I can only send my grandfather to the funeral home to wait for death."

He had been in a coma for a few days and had just coughed suddenly.

I just thought about feeding some milk to press, supplementing, supplementing a little nutrition, and it would be a while to be able to delay for a while. His voice gradually became a little choked.

When the old man heard this, he was not moved, and said expressionlessly: "You are so old, isn't it a difference to wait for death when you go?"

At this time, I also supplemented nutrition, and fools knew that it was a return to the light, and they were really pretending to be confused. ”

When Zhang Jiao heard this, he couldn't help but glare at the old man angrily, and his voice became cold, "Uncle Xu, you respect you as an elder, so it's not good to say anything."

But we are the main customer, I buy things, you sell goods, and it is better to take care of other people's family affairs.

How much do these two cans of milk cost?"

The old man's gaze moved back to the costume drama, and said lightly: "You are a good boy, you have done your best for your grandfather, you don't have to feel guilty."

You don't need money for milk, give it to your grandfather to drink.

Maybe on the Huangquan Road, we still have to take a companion, which can be regarded as contacting the relationship in advance. ”

Zhang Jiao was made laughed at by the old man's words, but his anger disappeared, and he opened his mouth and said: "Uncle Xu, you look very good, and you will definitely live a long life."

That, there is no need to send milk, and it is not easy to run a small business, so how much should be counted. ”

The old man didn't say a word when he heard this, but waved his hand silently and let the young man leave.

Zhang Jiao didn't want to accept favors in vain, so he took out the money from his pocket.

The human world is divided into three major regions: 'Eastern, Central, and Western' according to the position of the mud continent.

The mainstream civilization of the Eastern Continent originated from the 'Xia Sect', which advocated moral order and relatively conservative folk customs;

The mainstream civilization of the Central Continent originated from the 'sand god', advocating the same from the past, and the folk customs were very conservative;

The mainstream civilization of the Western Continent originated from the 'Eagle Banner', advocating law and conquest, and the folk customs were relatively open.

Zhang Jiao's Lu Yang Kingdom, as one of the Great Zhou Dynasty feudal states in the same vein as the Great Xia Dynasty, although the population is not large, the territory is not wide but the inheritance is long, the national strength is acceptable, the currency value inherits the ancient system, divided into copper, silver horn, gold yuan 3 level units, every 10 into 1, the currency is strong.

For a few pennies, you can buy 1 pound of brown rice or finely ground cornmeal from the Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Building, which makes people have a full stomach.

Zhang Jiao's net worth was only more than 20 yuan, he hesitated, and according to the price of natural milk that he had learned in the hypermarket before, he counted out 2 gold yuan and put it on the counter, bowed to the old man, and strode into the rain.

On the way, he trotted all the way back to the funeral home, and went deep into it along the trail in the courtyard.

On both sides of the road, there are pine and cypress trees, and there are mourning halls built at intervals.

The faint white lights outside the mourning hall swayed in the wind, and occasionally the ethereal crying sound came with the sound of the rain, and the atmosphere was eerie.

Zhang Jiao seemed to be unaware of this horror, and strode to the northwest corner of the funeral home, in front of the door of the most remote and smallest mourning hall.

The door is an arched ancient wooden door, with a plaque on it that reads the words 'Public Welfare Hall'.

There are long wooden planks on both sides of the door, and the pair with the book "There is true love in the world, and the soul of the deceased is warmly farewell".

Entering the door is a small courtyard, with a hard plastic shell of the mourning shed.

Because the roof of the shed has aged and cracked, there are raindrops dripping down and falling on the offering table placed in the shed, wetting the hairs of the pig's head in the three animal offerings, which is a little funny.

At the top of the altar is the altar.

Inside, there are simple coffins, incense sticks, and pots.

In the coffin, a scrawny old man was lying on the thick brocade quilt on the bed, wearing a brand-new plain old-fashioned official robe, his face was gray, his body was stiff, and his chest only rose and fell slightly, showing some signs of vitality.

On the incense table, a few thick white candles and a slender incense offering were already placed.

Beside the pot below are dark coins and strings of gold and silver paper ingots.

A picture of everything ready to wait for someone to breathe.