It is the spring of March, the sky is clear, the wind is smooth, looking up at the universe, looking down on the prosperity of the category......

The air is filled with a refreshing scent of grass, which makes people covetous. The sun is shining, and the surrounding mountains seem to be covered with a layer of golden light, covered with a thin layer of golden veil, which looks very lovely.

The funeral procession of dozens of people slowly crawled along the winding mountain road, and it was almost to the dug cemetery.

The fun weather and the sound of suona sometimes whimpering and sometimes crying wolf are intertwined.

The warm sun shining on the body makes people feel extremely cold, making people feel creepy and strange, and the strange power is sent into the hearts of every mourner.

Li Qing's eyes were swollen into walnuts, wrapped in a sackcloth and filial piety clothes, and he held a boxy wooden plate in his hand, which was stacked with five grains of different colors, and three incense sticks were inserted on the middle grain. She walked behind Duan Gong and the Taoist priest, her steps heavy.

followed by Li Qing's mother-in-law, Jiang. Jiang was supported and cried heartbreakingly along the way.

In the middle of the team, in the black coffin carried by four people, lay her Xiucai husband Jiang Tangchen, who was crushed to death by a big stone.

Some people were moved and secretly wiped their tears. Except for the beating of gongs and drums by Taoist priests, the excessibility of scriptures, the heart-rending of mother-in-law, and the hey of the person carrying the coffin, there was no superfluous sound, and everyone lowered their heads as if they were immersed in a sadness and could not extricate themselves.

Whether it's sincere or not, whether it's acting on the spot, you have to pay money when you turn around.

The three generations of the Jiang family have been passed down, and most of the men outside the main family died early, such as Li Qing's father-in-law who contracted the epidemic when Jiang Tangchen was five years old, leaving Jiang Tangchen and the young Jiang family. Not long ago, Jiang Tangchen, who had just been admitted to Xiucai, was killed by a rock that suddenly rolled down, leaving Li Qing and his five-year-old child.

People who heard about this were thinking, could this be the fate that the Jiang family couldn't escape and couldn't escape?

Li Qing suddenly looked at his son Yun Ji who was following him. At the age of five, he was already the age of knowing life and death, and after learning that his father was gone, he cried for a few days, as if he had grown up all of a sudden, and followed him in a daze, not wanting to leave for a moment. The tender little hand, one tightly tugging at her filial piety clothes, the other clenched into a fist.

Jiang's family has two widows! No, even the mother-in-law of the mother-in-law, a door of three widows.

In this Shilitang Village, it is the first one, and it is famous, and even people from other villages vaguely know it.

Twists and turns, stumbling, and finally arriving at the cemetery, Li Qing exhaled quietly.

The cemetery had long been guarded, and the husband suddenly returned unexpectedly, and he did not prepare the tomb at all, but the tomb was newly dug by someone.

"The oriental green dragon is looking for white feathers, the dead are in peace when they enter the soil, they cross the Lechuan River by boat, a bowl of Meng Po soup, and they will be prosperous in the next life, and they will be ...... to be charming" The yellow-robed Taoist priest held a magic bell, chanting words in his mouth, sometimes thin, sometimes vague, while letting people take the clouds away, the child was weak, and it was not good to collide with the evil qi.

Then instructed Li Qing to sprinkle the grains in his hand into the tomb, Li Qing bowed his head and complied, shedding a few tears by the way, and slowly sprinkled beans and other grains with trembling hands.

The people watching the funeral shook their heads, feeling that it was a pity, but it was a pity that such a little lady was like a flower, and she became a widow.

The yellow-robed Taoist priest glanced at the sky, and it seemed that the sun was unusually dazzling today. Estimating that the hour had come, he shouted, "This is a good time to be buried, bury!" ”

The black coffin is not light, this time I am tired, although it is not right to hit the dead, but the coffin of this dead man is definitely not light! Everyone gasped.

"Ahh How can you be willing to leave us orphans and widows! Son! My poor son~Ah~" Jiang was desperately pulled, if no one pulled, she would probably have to jump into the pit.

Because it is not the elders who have died, some burial rites are omitted.

The Taoist priest danced with a bell in his hand, reciting the scriptures of the dead, while Li Qing sprinkled the white flour cake to the crowd, according to local custom, whoever grabbed it would have good luck. But the custom of grabbing cakes can't be laughed, otherwise it will collide with the undead, Li Qing watched a group of people crying and grabbing cakes, not to mention what it felt like in his heart.

"Aunt Jiang, mourn! Jiang Lang did go, let him go with peace of mind. Neighbor Wang wiped tears and persuaded the two women to cry.

"Ah, why did my son work so hard to be admitted to Xiucai! The future is bright, but why does God have no eyes, God has no eyes! Jiang cried and shouted.

Li Qing looked at this scene, his eyes were moist again, his nose was sore, he rushed forward, and cried: "Mother-in-law, Lang Jun......" Li Qing glanced at the tomb and had already begun to fill in the soil.

"Mother-in-law, now we are the only ones left to rely on each other, mother-in-law, you have to cheer up." There are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, Li Qing has already thought clearly yesterday, she will not marry, she wants her son to fulfill her husband's wishes.

"Mother-in-law, we still have Yun Ji, he is only five years old, we have to cheer up, I think this is also Lang Jun's wish." Li Qing hugged Jiang and whispered in her ear.

According to Jiang's pungent temperament, Li Qing would never be allowed to get close, but this time it was different, Li Qing actually gave her a feeling of attachment.

Jiang cried and screamed for a long time, until there was still the last bit of soil left, according to the rules, this must be done by the family themselves, Li Qing took the shovel tremblingly, and buried it little by little. Jiang's whole person was already in a state of collapse, and he couldn't hold a shovel at all.

After the death of her husband, she worked hard for 20 years, and finally the child became an adult, and the years have sharpened her into a mean old lady, but she has a hope, and this hope was shattered overnight, how can she not be sad, her son! Poor son!

Who can blame? Is it to blame God? God is unfair! The Jiang family has three generations of single inheritance, three generations of widows! Her mother-in-law also had her husband die early and died of depression.

Now it's her daughter-in-law's turn.

"Poor people, I'm afraid that this Jiang family has created some evil, how can it be like this from generation to generation?"

"Maybe it's offended the gods in the sky."

"Hey, how can you offend the immortals, if you want to offend, you will also offend the Lord of Hades, the king of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, and you will definitely not live in the fifth watch."

The crowd of people who came to watch the funeral whispered.

Although Jiang was heartbroken, he was not a fool, and he was suddenly angry.

"Whoever chews the root of the tongue again, be careful of sores on the tongue, and give birth to a child." The voice is sharp and hoarse, and the face is fierce and terrifying.

The long-tongued man in the crowd wilted instantly, and silently bowed his head silently, just wanting to bury the person as soon as possible so that he could go back to the funeral banquet.

Jiang's face was full of tears, he grabbed Li Qing's hand tightly, and sat down in front of the grave, while Li Qing was kneeling, Jiang was an elder, so it was naturally impossible to kneel in front of his son's grave. Li Qing is different, as a wife, in this patriarchal society, her husband is her heaven.