"Okay." Nuan Ai no longer insisted, and nodded in response.

I was on the vigil all night, and Nuan Ai couldn't hold it anymore when it was five or six o'clock, but fortunately, my uncle's voice came from afar, and Nuan Ai took Qin Yang back to wash and sleep.

Nuan Ai slept directly into the afternoon.

Qin Yang has been here once, this time he is not as restrained as before, he remembers these seven aunts and eight aunts of Nuan Ai very clearly, and he can call them accurately.

The two of them washed up briefly, and then went to the uncle's house again.

Bow down as usual, and then the two of them went to dinner.

It was getting dark, and the uncle's family cleared the place at the door early, because the sacrifice was to be made, and on the third day, the deceased had to be carried up the mountain (the so-called burial or cremation before burial). ）

There are a lot of people coming.

The sacrificial text is not only for close relatives, such as Nuan Ai's brother-in-law, etc., so he asked the Taoist priest to add his sacrificial text to show his sorrow, and everyone did not stop it.

Start with the son.

Nuan Ai's father and uncle knelt first, and the long sacrificial text began to be recited by the Taoist priest, and it took more than an hour to kneel before it was finished.

Next is the daughter-in-law.

Nuan Ai's mother and aunt, the previous incense and kneeling and other things can still be excused, but the current sacrifice cannot be shirked, unless...... My aunt is also like her daughter-in-law, and she is happy.

Another little over an hour.

Back, aunt and sister-in-law.

Great Uncle Little Uncle.

The end of Nuan Ai's father's generation, it's the turn of Nuan Ai's generation, the cousin is the only grandson of the grandmother, but he is not the eldest grandson, and he doesn't have to come out alone.

As the eldest granddaughter, Nuan Ai didn't get it out alone.

Nuan Ai and her cousins wrote the same memorial together, and the three children were all brought up by their grandmothers, even if the content of the memorial was written, it was almost the same.

After that, grandchildren, and so on......

As soon as the sacrificial text came down, it was already midnight, and those who should rest went to rest, and those who should keep the spirit continued to keep the spirit.

Because tonight's sacrificial text is special, the wake in the second half of the night did not let a few juniors keep it, after all, I have to bury my grandmother early tomorrow morning, and I need to get up early, so I have to go to sleep with juniors.

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Five o'clock the next day.

Before dawn, there was only one place in the quiet countryside that was brightly lit, and this morning Grandma Nuan Ai was going to be buried in the ground, so there were already a lot of people at the uncle's house early in the morning.

The Taoist priest in front of grandma's coffin began to sing mourning again, and when everyone arrived, the eldest uncle began to greet people.

People who need to carry the coffin, people who need to change their grandmother's life clothes, people who want to see their grandmother for the last time, and people who need to follow grandma to her funeral.

After everyone confirmed that it was correct, the Taoist priest stopped singing and prepared to open the coffin.

Everything is ready to go.

The people who want to see grandma for the last time have already gathered around, except for the person who helped open the coffin, the others are the people who add longevity clothes to grandma, so that grandma can have many clothes to wear in another world.

Nuan Ai was pulled aside by her mother and watched as the coffin was opened little by little until it was all opened.

Grandma's thin body and sunken cheeks came into view, and Nuan Ai began to cry again.

Qin Yang gently patted Nuan Ai's shoulder on the side, comforting him silently.

Grandma's relatives had already cried when they saw Grandma's appearance, and the crying became louder and louder, and even Nuan Ai's aunt cried and fell to the side, needing someone to help her.

Not to mention Nuan Ai's parents' generation, aunts and uncles.

Nuan Ai looked at her grandmother's appearance, and tried her best to engrave her grandmother's appearance into her mind, this time, it was the last time she saw her grandmother, and in the future, if she wanted to see her grandmother again, it would never be possible again.

Nuan Ai's father and uncle and others gently covered their grandmothers one by one with their shrouds until the Taoist priest shouted to stop.

After that, the Taoist priest operated again, and finally shouted, "Cover the coffin." ”

The relatives stepped aside, and the helper stepped forward to slowly close the coffin until it was all closed, and then knotted the coffin with a rope so that it could be carried for a while.

Nuan Ai watched the coffin being closed without blinking, suppressing herself in her heart.

The Taoist priest continued to recite the words, "The eldest son will take the spirit card, the second son will take the dustpan containing the incense wax, and the one who carries the rooster to open the way in front are all ready." ”

......

To be all done.

Nuan Ai's father walked in front with a spirit card, and the uncle walked behind Nuan Ai's father with a dustpan, and the front was a person carrying a rooster, and a small knife had been cut on the rooster's neck, so that it was convenient to drip blood all the way.

He was followed by a group of relatives, crying and shouting to see off his grandmother.

Along the way, there were constant firecrackers, paper money was spilled all over the ground, and the crying also rang all the way.

It was only when we got to the burial place that we stopped.

The burial location is next to Nuan Ai's grandfather's grave, and Nuan Ai's father and uncle paid for the purchase of a piece of land next to it for burial (burial) of grandma.

The Taoist priest sang again and mourned.

Then let the family members come forward and hold the soil to cover the coffin.

That is to say, the so-called bricks and tiles for the deceased and buried, and the bricks and tiles added by the relatives can bless the descendants and bless the future generations.

Nuan Ai knelt in front of the grave, looked at the coffin dripping with chicken blood, picked up a handful of soil, and threw it at the coffin, and so on until the Taoist priest stopped, Nuan Ai picked up her mother, who was crying and her eyes were red and swollen, and stood aside.

The Taoist priest shouted again, "Throw your hemp and filial piety into it." ”

They did the same, and threw the white cloth and hemp rope on their heads or around their waists and arms into the grave.

Then let the helper start to use a shovel to shovel the earth to cover the grave.

Several strong men, under the words of the Taoist priest, quickly built the tomb.

Firecrackers were set off, 12 pieces of money paper were pasted on the new grave, and then the Taoist priest didn't know what to do, so he let the crowd disperse, and he finally left.

The person seeing him off cannot return the way he came, and needs to take a different way back.

Everyone went back in a circle.

When everyone walked more than a dozen steps away from the uncle's house, someone took a red rope and tied it to everyone's wrists.

After the white affair is over, all those who come to help, or come to mourn, need to tie a red thread.

Those borrowed bench tables, as long as they can be tied with red rope, need to be tied with a red rope.

It's the rule.

In Nuan Ai's hometown, whether it is a white event or a red event (happy event), it is generally three days.

On the third day of the white affair, he went up the mountain (went to the funeral home to be cremated) for burial, and then he needed to set up a table for dinner.

The happy event is to help early on the first day, eat on the second day, and continue to help (eat leftovers) on the third day.

And on the day Grandma Nuan Ai went up the mountain, after she came back, she had a feast.

Even if the relatives have little appetite and can't eat, they still need to greet the guests at this time.

Nuan Ai's father, who came back at the end, hung his grandmother's posthumous photo in the middle of the living room on the first floor of his uncle's house.

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