I glared at Guo Fatzi and said angrily: "Of course, a single small funeral is sorry for the old hero's name as an anti-Japanese hero, but the nine small funerals add up, and the scene is very lively." ”

When Guo Fatzi heard me say this, he didn't say anything more, found two brooms nearby, and went to clear the snow on the ground with a stammer.

After they left, I looked at Luo Dajun and wanted to ask him for his opinion, but remembering that he didn't speak Mandarin, I gestured to him, meaning that there was anything to pay attention to in Hebei's funeral.

He smiled awkwardly, and without speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the front of the coffin, and then to the hall, shook his hand, and said a few words with difficulty.

Fortunately, my philology is okay, and I can hear a rough idea, what he means is that there is no offering table in front of the coffin.

After hearing this, I nodded, looked around, and found that there was a free table of eight immortals on the left side of the ancestral hall entrance, which was a little old and only had three legs.

According to funeral customs, an offering table must be placed in front of the coffin, and some tributes need to be placed. Without any hesitation, I made a gesture to Luo Dajun, meaning to ask him to take the handle and carry the Eight Immortals Table over.

He nodded, followed behind me, and carried the table of the Eight Immortals over and placed it in front of the coffin.

Since only the Eight Immortals Table only had three legs, it was a little unstable, so I found some useless bricks nearby, piled up one leg, and shook it, it was quite firm.

To do all this, I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time, it was almost seven o'clock, the door of the ancestral hall was still closed, I sighed, presumably those people were afraid of the cold, so they prepared funeral supplies in the ancestral hall.

I couldn't say anything about this, so I found some white, yellow, and black paper, and cut them into a strip-shaped 'net', the three colors crossed each other, and the end position was sharp, (the deceased was a woman, and the end was swallowtail-shaped), intending to make a soul-attracting flag.

Hebei's soul-attracting flags are different from our Hengyang's soul-attracting flags, and the soul-attracting flags here are very particular, especially the strip-shaped 'Luo Net' needs to be cut according to the age of the deceased, not one more, nor one less.

It is said that one more will allow the deceased to stay in the sun for one more year, and one less will reduce the life of the main family by one year.

Of course, these are legends, whether they are true or not, I don't know. However, if we make a soul attraction, we must do it according to this rule.

The old hero is 90 years old this year, I cut a total of 98 'nets', found a two-finger-thick wooden stick, burned it on the surface of the stick with yellow paper, and then tied the 98 'nets' to the top of the stick.

After finishing the spirit flag, I remembered that Lao Wang told me that the offering table here in Hebei has a saying of 'bamboo bow and reed arrows'.

This 'bamboo bow and reed arrow' doesn't have much meaning in it, it is literally, bamboo bow and reed arrow. Hebei believes that these two things are placed on the offering table to ward off evil spirits.

Later, I came to find some bamboo and reeds, and first broke them with a knife, cut them into finger-wide strips, and then bent them in half, and tied them together with hemp rope to make the shape of a bow.

Reed arrows are easier to make, just use three reeds, wrap the three reeds with yellow [color] paper, write the words 'heaven and earth righteousness' on the yellow paper, and put them on the bamboo bow.

After putting these things on the offering table, I was about to take a rest, when Naluo Dajun pulled me and said three words in Hebei dialect, Five Elements Stone.

Hearing this, I was a little puzzled, so I asked him what he meant.

He probably knew there was a language barrier to communicate with me, motioned for me to wait for him, and turned away.

After a while, he found five stones the size of glutinous rice balls, tore a piece of yellow [colored] paper, wrapped the five stones separately, and took out a cinnabar pen from the bag he was carrying, handed it to me, and made a writing motion.

Seeing this, I understood that he should have asked me to write the five words of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth on the five stones, as long as these words were written, these five stones could become the familiar Five Elements Stone.

In fact, these five element stones have nothing to do with funerals, but when they are buried, they need to be used as the base. To say the fantasy point is to use the five elements of the Five Elements Stone to cut off the yin qi between the earth, so that the luck of future generations will be better.

And he is now looking for these stones, probably because he wants to put the Five Elements Stone on the offering table during the funeral, so that he can absorb and enjoy the incense, and after burying it in the tomb with the coffin, it can play a greater effect.

Thinking of this, I took the cinnabar pen, sharpened some cinnabar, wrote the five words of gold, wood, water, fire and earth on the five stones, and then placed the five elements of stone next to the bamboo bow.

I thought that if I did this well, I could wait for Lu Yaodong to send funeral supplies, but where do I know, Luo Dajun pulled me again, stretched out his finger and pointed at the reed arrow, and said, "Happy funeral, smear." ”

As soon as I heard this, I twitched hard in my face, Made, I almost forgot the most important thing, the old hero died at the age of 98, it belongs to joy and mourning, and in terms of funeral, it needs to be smeared.

The so-called smearing is to use a cinnabar pen to put a little red mark on some items of the funeral, such as: reed scissors, soul flags, both of which need to be smeared red, once you forget to smear red, it will make the deceased uncomfortable in the underworld, and often give dreams to future generations.

"Thanks for the reminder!" I bent down towards Luo Dajun and thanked him.

Then, I carried a cinnabar pen and dotted a little red mark on the reed scissors and soul flags.

When all these things were ready, Naro nodded in satisfaction and gave me a thumbs up.

I smiled awkwardly and said, "Thank you for reminding me just now, otherwise, it will be poor etiquette, and if you don't do it well, you will offend the old hero." ”

After saying that, I bent down to him again, took out a cigarette, gave him one, lit a fire for him, and said, "I wonder how long you have been a coffin bearer?" ”

He raised three fingers and said, "Thirty years." ”

As soon as I heard this, I glanced at him in surprise, he is only in his fifties this year, and he has been a coffin bearer for 30 years, so he has entered the coffin bearer industry in his twenties?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at him a few more times, no matter what era it is, eating dead people's food is not a glorious profession, this Luo Dajun walked into the coffin bearer in his twenties, presumably, there are many stories on his body.

Later, I chatted with him for a while, because we had a communication barrier, the chat was very painful, but fortunately, he studied in a private school for a few years when he was a child, and he could write a lot of words, saying that it was chatting, but in fact, I talked, and he wrote.

After chatting for about ten minutes, Guo Fatzi came back with a broom with a stammer. The fat man shook the broom, walked to my side with a big grin, sat down, and said, "Brother Jiu, the snow has been cleared, hurry up and have a cigarette to relieve your fatigue." ”