According to the custom there, they built two graves for my grandmother on the mountain. One is where my grandmother's coffin is placed, and the other is where some of my grandmother's daily necessities and kitchen utensils are placed.

The long tomb arch is completely different from the Hunan side, and there is no tombstone. Looking at this simple grave, I couldn't come out of my grief for a long time.

This was the first time I saw my grandmother's grave, and it was the last time. A few months after my grandmother's death, in the late autumn, my parents suddenly decided to leave Guangxi and return to Hunan.

It was a sudden, seemingly something that happened, but I didn't know.

When I got home from school that day, I saw my parents moving things onto the tricycle. At first, I thought my parents had come back from buying something, and I was happy. But when I got closer, I realized that the shack had been emptied.

Behind me was my sister and Li Bei's sister, and when I saw my parents' behavior, my sister was also stunned.

There was no goodbye at all, and there was no farewell at all. My sister and I didn't put down our school bags, and we didn't even make it to the shack for the last time.

I didn't go through the suspension or transfer procedures, I didn't do anything, so I was taken into the car by my parents and drove directly to the highway.

When I walked to the intersection, I saw Li Bei, who had just returned home, and he watched our family leave in a daze, looking very confused and flustered.

Seeing that we were on the main road, Li Bei chased two steps forward, but still did not catch up again. Finally watched us leave.

On the same day, we got on the bus back to Hunan, and my father dismembered the tricycle, loaded it onto the bus, and transported it back to Hunan together. According to him, there are no such tricycles in Hunan. After returning to Hunan, you can continue to do the business of sending customers.

I don't know how many days the bus has been running, I just know that I was very excited about the scenery I saw along the way. Until one evening, the bus stopped in front of a house with several particularly tall houses.

Compared with Pingxiang's flat-roofed and small-sized house, this kind of house really looks very tall.

My father said that I had already arrived home, and I knew that this was my home in Hunan, where my father lived since childhood.

Of course, my house can't be a big house on the side of the road. But it's not far, just walk inside.

Along the way, my dad told my sister and me that our house was a brick house, but it was a big house, with a kitchen, a living room, a toilet, and two rooms. In front of the house, there is also a large cement sunning floor.

Also, there is a TV set at home that my sister and I have always dreamed of. Although it was a black-and-white TV, it was a very famous Shaofeng brand TV at the time. When my parents got married, my father bought it.

Add to the radio that my father bought when I was in Guangxi, and my family has two rare household appliances. I'm so excited just thinking about it.

After much thought, we finally arrived home. This is the first time I have learned about my home after five years since I left as a child.

The house built in 76 years was built by my father and his father. It is indeed very large, much larger than the shack in Guangxi. It's also bigger than my grandmother's house, which was a separate house.

The exterior wall is painted with white lime, four red brick columns, a blue gate, and a wide sun-drying flat in front of the door. In front of the sun-grained flat, a line of ridges, overgrown with bamboo, hangs on the sun-grained flat.

We arrived home through a large peach tree that was a welcome tree. And in the open space at the right back of the house, there is a low, but very lush, stinky grapefruit tree with many branches.

On the left, there is a row of tea trees, and behind the tea leaves stand several orange trees.

The whole house looked like something out of a fairy tale, and I was excited for a long, long time.

According to my father, the oranges were planted by his grandparents, while the peach trees and stinky grapefruit trees were planted by him. A few years have passed, and it is already very big.

Speaking of grandpa, like my grandfather, I have never met him. And my grandmother, who had been paralyzed in bed for several years, had been taken care of by my father's brother, my uncle.

When we returned today, my grandmother seemed to be very excited, so my uncle and cousin took her early and waited in my house. When she saw us, my grandmother cried on the spot.

This is the first time I have seen my grandmother since I became sensible. She has a round face and is very kind. I have a pair of three-inch golden lotus feet, and it is the first time I have seen this kind of foot, and I have stared at it for a long time.

I don't feel as much about my grandmother as I do about my grandmother, and I feel a strangeness, which may be the reason why I haven't seen her since I was a child.

My adobe house is not immediately inhabitable, and my father told me that I had to repair the tiles and clean and disinfect them before I could move in.

So during this time, we stayed at my eldest uncle's house.

However, just three days after we returned, my grandmother died. And I finally knew why we were rushing back.

The reorganization of the house was stopped, the lobby was emptied, and a wooden coffin was placed. This was prepared a week ago, and at that time they said that grandma would not be able to do it, but I didn't expect grandma to survive until my father brought us back.

It was the first time I had seen the coffin used in Hunan, and it was very different from my grandmother's, and this was also the first time I had such a close contact with the coffin.

I've seen my grandmother and grandmother and I don't think it's scary. On the contrary, the coffin, in my cognition, is full of mystery and novelty, which will always make me stare at it inadvertently and curiously, and I don't know why I have this mentality.

The funeral ceremony here in Xiangtan is very grand, even more exaggerated and grand than my grandmother's funeral.

Grandma's funeral followed the custom and was held for three days in a row. Doing things, chanting scriptures, singing night songs, singing flower drum operas, keeping spirits, lighting ever-bright lanterns, burning sedan chairs, burning paper money, there are many names.

At the same time, in addition to reporting the loss of all relatives and friends, the villagers in the same village and the same team also came to mourn and mourn.

I saw a scene like never before, and I was fascinated by the funeral. What made me even more fascinated was the Dharma work done by the Master.

I couldn't understand the scriptures he recited, but divination, reading hexagrams, and searching for acupoints made me refreshed and interested.

At first I thought it was just curiosity about the unknown, but I was clearly wrong. In the days to come, whenever I heard the mourning music, I would inevitably run over to participate. But all I pay attention to is the mage.

Later, for a long time, my family thought I was going to be a lawyer, and they persuaded me for a long time, and it was not until I came into contact with the Internet that they gave up on my advice.

On the third day, my grandmother went up the mountain for the funeral and went to the ground. And when I arrived at the Tomb Mountain, I was once again refreshed my worldview. I saw a form of grave burial that I had never seen before.

In the general grave, the tombstone is in front and the grave is in the back. But here it is the opposite, here the graves are piled up in the front, the tombstones are in the back, and then the tombs behind the tombstones are semi-enclosed, forming a separate space. Because of this, the graves here generally occupy a large area.

After my grandmother's burial, it was a few days of silence. Then, it's time to dispose of grandma's relics.

Grandma didn't have many things left, a carved wooden bed, a rice jar made of clay, a large wooden box, and that's it.

In the wooden box were some old clothes, and according to custom, all the belongings of the deceased were burned for him to take away. So, the clothes were cremated that day.

In addition to the clothes, there were also several food stamps in the box that had lost their usefulness, as well as four Yuan Datou silver dollars. These things were divided between my uncle and my dad. My dad also got a share of the carved old wooden bed, which is said to have been passed down for three generations, and my grandfather and father were born on this bed, so it is a bit historical.

And my uncle got the clay rice jar, and the rice jar contained half a jar of rice. It is said that grandma valued this jar very much, so she put it next to her bedside, and she lived by it.

The eldest uncle chose the bed at first, but changed his mind temporarily, and finally chose the clay jar and the half jar of rice.

Based on the way I thought at the time, I thought that my uncle had taken a fancy to this tank and thought it was something that my grandmother cherished, and thought it was valuable, so he decided to ask for it.

But then I learned that the reason why this jar became my grandmother's favorite thing was entirely because of my grandfather. This jar was specially given to grandma for safekeeping when grandpa died.

Unexpectedly, grandma left in a hurry than grandpa, and passed away without even explaining. If you make this tank, it will become an embarrassing existence.

The eldest uncle didn't want to fight with his father for anything, so he took the initiative to ask for this clay jar that was as worthless as a fan.

My grandfather, like my grandfather, died before I was born.

It is said that the head of the school cafeteria of the grandfather is considered a public office. But I don't know why, I later quit, which made my uncle and father complain a lot.

After all, in those days, public office could be held by relatives. Grandpa's original position, if he is now topped, whether it is my uncle's family or my family, it will be a rich family.

According to my uncle, my grandfather followed a friend on a trip to the mountains, and when he came back, he quit and quit. Then he became an alcoholic all day long, and when he got drunk, he got into trouble everywhere.

It can be said that the second half of Grandpa's life was ruined on that trip to the mountain.

In addition to drinking, my grandfather in the second half of his life loves singing, that is, flower drum opera. And he loves sad tunes, every time he sings, it is a song in which the listener sheds tears and the listener is sad. Therefore, someone asked him to sing at the memorial service for the deceased, and he fell in love with this business.

Grandpa spent the rest of his life in a mess, and died at the age of 60. But on the day of his death, he was exceptionally sober.

It is said that he specially called his grandmother alone, explained some things to her and gave her the clay rice jar. Later, he died.

I heard the uncle say that grandpa's original intention should be to explain the secret of this jar when grandma dies, and wait until which generation of people has the ability to solve the secret. Counting, this is grandpa's only legacy and only last words.

Therefore, as the eldest son's eldest uncle, he believes that he has the responsibility to bear this will and pass it on.

Although grandma broke this secret, it was also a legacy of the elders, so no matter how you say it, it can't be completely broken. As for who can unlock the secret, it depends on their respective destiny.

The uncle also said that the yellowed rice in this jar existed when Grandpa brought it back from a trip to the mountains, and he didn't know how long it was old. And grandpa strictly forbade touching those rice at that time, saying that whoever touches it is not from the Chen family, and let him get out of the Chen family.

Therefore, until now, no one has touched the things in this tank, after all, no one wants to bear the charge of unfilial piety.

This is how the matter of the rice tank is solved, and apart from these, grandma has nothing else left.

After my grandmother went up the mountain to be buried, my sister and I joined in the renovation of the house. In addition to reinforcing the walls, the renovation of the house also requires the repair of beams and tiles. I remember that I had been busy renovating the house for a long time, and I hadn't been involved in it yet.

It happened that the weather was fine that day, and my father decided to tidy up the roof first, pick up the broken tiles, and replace them with new ones.

My dad went up to the roof, my mom was on the eaves, my sister was in the middle of the stairs, and I was on the ground. Because the house is not high, the four of them happen to fit perfectly.

Dad picked up the tile and handed it to my mother, my mother handed it to my sister, and my sister gave it to me, and I put it on the spot and folded it in a circle.

It's a tedious job, but it's not tiring. I'm also in full swing and full of energy.