Returning the mobile phone, I sat at the door of the firewood room, and after another five minutes, during which I heard the movement of several buddies in the firewood room, and after five minutes, Li Muyang walked out, looked at me sitting at the door, and said: "Checked, the old man left by himself, and there was no suicide."

Hearing this, my heart trembled, and this instantly reminded me of a sentence that people often say, can people really predict many things when they are in time, such as when they will leave, which time period, which morning or afternoon.

I suddenly stood up and walked into the firewood room, and said, "The old man really walked by himself"?

Seeing that everyone in the firewood room nodded, I also confirmed the conjecture in my heart just now, and sighed again, before I continued: "It seems that the old man expected that his limit was approaching, so he came to sit with Aunt Fengping."

Everyone didn't speak, and in the firewood room, we stood for a while, and then we heard footsteps from afar outside the door, and then the village chief rushed in and didn't rest for a second, so he asked, "Old man Zeng is gone?" When did you leave"?

I watched the village chief gasp up and down, and said, "Half an hour ago."

The village chief frowned and walked to the old man's side, and suddenly cried out and said: "Uncle Zeng, why did you say that you left so suddenly, you have been in this village for the longest time, although you have a bad temper, but our village has long regarded you as their own relatives, you said that as soon as you left suddenly, the village, the village will not be one less person, alas."

The village chief is also a farmer, and he couldn't hold back crying at this time, I didn't go to comfort the village chief, nor did I make any moves, just watched from the sidelines, and the village chief also walked for half an hour since the old man had been sitting here, so he quickly wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and said: "Boss Lin, please trouble you more, I'll go find the coffin."

I nodded and whispered, "Mourning is good."

The village chief walked out while wiping his tears, and at this time, almost half of the people in the village knew about the departure of the old man Zeng, and came to help take care of the aftermath, carrying the coffin, wiping the face of the old man, and some people who could wear shrouds put on a clean shroud for the old man, and all of us were almost busy until the night came, that is, around 6 o'clock, and the old man was carried into the coffin by us.

All the villagers should go home, leaving only us and the village chief still standing in the firewood room, this firewood room was also cleaned up in the afternoon, the main hall was temporarily arranged into a mourning hall, and this mourning hall is different from the mourning hall I have seen in the past, where is the difference, just an extra coffin.

Simply ate a little food, we took turns to keep vigil for the old man, may really confirm my sentence, rotten good person, after watching the heaven and earth, we set the burial time of the old man and Aunt Fengping at about seven o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, and during this period, we took turns to guard the spirit of the old man, for three days and two nights, I don't know where the wreath outside came from, anyway, it almost filled the entire mourning hall and the street outside, these three days and two nights, the old man's funeral was also arranged by the scenery, firecrackers, fireworksAt 3 o'clock in the morning of the fourth day, that is, a few hours before the old man was ready to leave, five barrels of fireworks rose into the sky, and the sound of firecrackers followed by the sound of fireworks explosions one after another, this is also a matter of seniority, not some ignorant rules.

A few of us and the village chief stood in the mourning hall, behind them was a large group of villagers, they didn't say anything, in fact, it was really the same as the village chief said, he had already regarded the old man Zeng as a family member, after hearing the ancestral priest read the bow, all of us, really all of us bent down for three seconds before straightening up, after three bows, this simple night ceremony was over, and the rest was to open the coffin to see the last look, as soon as the hour came, we opened the coffin, The villagers all gathered around to look at the old man who was lying peacefully in the coffin, and some of the women wiped their tears, and I didn't ask for anything that anyone couldn't see, and what they couldn't see, because I thought it was really unnecessary this time.

After closing the face, we closed the coffin, and everything waited for the time to go up the mountain.

Soon, at half past six in the morning, fresh mountain air came, and I went outside, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Rise the coffin"!!

The Eight Gangs in the mourning hall are actually not regular Eight Gangs, but Li Muyang, Little Fox, Jianzhao, Lao Dai, Yang Zhiyong and the village chief and two villagers, as well as two groups of coffin bearers composed of eight other villagers, after hearing the coffin, they also lifted two coffins and coffins, and walked outside, a group of villagers stood on both sides and watched the coffins of the old man and Aunt Fengping being slowly carried to the street, and they didn't need anyone's orders. Holding hundreds of wreaths next to him and walking in front of the coffin is regarded as acting as a guide, the old rule, the coffin stops, the person stops, the coffin goes, the person goes, this is the eternal truth on our side.

Before seven o'clock, a group of our mighty men arrived at the two wells that had been dug, and the man in charge of the bench set the bench in front of the well, so that the coffin had to be laid for the time being.

The atmosphere in the morning is always quiet, but under the impetus of a group of our people, this morning is not so quiet, but noisy and ruthless, a few of us who know how to tinker with the well for a while, only to let the person temporarily responsible for carrying the coffin bury the coffin, the gong and drum craftsmen have been knocking, after the coffin landed, they knocked louder, and a series of rural funeral customs are carried out smoothly under our hands, until eight o'clock in the morning, we began to bury the coffin, many farmers have rushed to help, It didn't take long for us to shovel the mixed lime into the well.

I touched the sweat on my forehead and said: "Time flies very fast, I feel that the last second is still stuck at the moment when the old man just left, and the next second is to bury lime, sure enough, time is the best medicine to precipitate sadness."

Li Muyang stood next to me and smiled, and said, "Although time is good medicine, it is also bitter medicine."

"I also wish that time could be slower without grief, so that my parents can always be young."

Sister Yu mentioned her parents, my heart trembled again, although I have lived with my grandparents since I was a child, but there is no difference between the two, thinking that my grandparents are getting older day by day, my heart is full of uncomfortable feelings, that is, reluctance, and sadness.

I sighed and said, "I'll go back and see the old man at home when I have time."

After saying that, I began to bury the last bit of lime again, and popped, I covered the ground with a shovel, and said, "Hey, the lime is finished, but unfortunately, I still have to build a mound of earth."

Li Muyang was stunned for a moment and said, "Are you tired, just go and rest for a while if you're tired, let's just come."

I shook my head and said, "It's okay, it's faster to come together, and there are so many uncles to help, how can I be embarrassed to go and rest, let's do it, the mound is buried, and the rest will be handed over to the village chief."

"The rest? What's left". The little fox asked.

"Stone, stone wall, so that it will be firm, for example, if your roof is only cement, no tiles, then the cement will be perforated for a long time, which will break the family's wealth, so, the stone wall is the best guarantee, but at the same time there will be a lot of weeds out, the old people used to say, whose grave grass is high, whose descendants will produce talents, I don't know if it's true or not".

As I explained, I shoveled the mound, and the villagers and the village chief laughed rarely, because they rarely laughed these days, probably because the old man was gone.