I looked at these street lamps intently, and hesitated: "After all, I have never seen such a large-scale roadlamp scattering ceremony, and it seems that the whole village is acting together with financial and material resources. How virtuous and respectful are the dead people? ”

A person of high moral standing has passed away, and in some remote areas of Shaanxi, outsiders are not allowed to watch it. In particular, the ritual of the Salaman. Superstitious villagers believe that the spirits of the elders will follow the outsiders away rather than return to the place where they should return. If the soul has no place to return, it will bring disaster to the whole village. So they are very unfriendly to outsiders when the ceremony is held.

Zhou Yu couldn't stand it anymore when he was hungry, he touched his stomach, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Since it is a funeral, according to customs, there will be sacrifices." You say that on the top of the mountain, at the end of these street lamps, will there be something to eat? ”

Bai Qing nodded suddenly: "Wow, that's, there must be something delicious." ”

"I'm against it, I think it's a bit weird here, it's better to leave early." I spoke up immediately.

"The opposition is invalid, Old Man Zhou, Mu Ru, let's hurry up the mountain." The girl didn't care about my opinion at all, her eyes were full of thirst for food.

I sighed, and in the end no one left, but followed. I always feel that I am not out of danger, and people are social animals, although those three people are unreliable, but after all, it is much better not to be alone. Especially in the wilderness of the Loess Plateau, the probability of my survival alone is basically very small.

Besides, I don't have much information about the situation at hand.

Remember, the Nobel Prize-winning economist Kenneth Arrow once gave a definition of information. Information, he says, is any observation that effectively changes probability according to the principle of conditional probability. In fact, all social resources have the characteristics of effective change probability. In other words, social resources are scarce things that are valuable, and they can help us gain good luck, increase the certainty of hope, and reduce the uncertainty of risk. However, how to strike a balance between limited time and limited social resources, so that the calculation between the two is comprehensive, reasonable and accurate, is a university question.

I have encountered many thrilling and weird things, and I have survived in the end, not because of pure luck, but because I understand a truth, that is, the balance between calculation and calculation.

Walking slowly on this dirt road paved with street lamps, there was little conversation between the four of them, and everyone didn't have much strength. The light of the street lamps illuminates the surroundings, which is obviously bright, but for some reason it looks very gloomy. The endless path of lights is placed at just the right distance, endlessly, filling the line of sight. The further I went, the creepi I felt.

The air around me seemed to be getting colder and colder.

After walking for about an hour and a half, the road finally opened up, and the street lamps on both sides suddenly became much wider. After a detour, a huge freshly repaired purpose appeared in his eyes.

The tombstones in the cemetery are 10 meters high, and the grave bags raised with cement and loess are much smaller. In front of the grave, there was a bonfire and countless incense wax paper money burning.

I glanced up at the tombstone, on which was written the date of birth and the cause of death, as well as a detailed description of his life. This man died of illness, surnamed Zhang, and his name was Xiuquan. Shou Chen is 132 years old and lives in Zhangjiaya Village, Lunsan County. My wife had left three years ago, and they had nine sons, seven daughters, and 1,517 descendants. Five generations in the same house, enjoy the joy of family.

Such a person, in China, should be regarded as a "happy mourning". There is also a line of blessings written in big words on the tombstone: people live to be 100 years old, it is inevitable to die, the old man is happy when he is alive, and he can also smile after death. The ancestral objects were buried in the ground together to comfort the old man's longing body.

Zhang Xiuquan, the old man, has more than 1,500 descendants, I am afraid that the people of the entire village are more or less related to him, no wonder the battle is so big after his death! And judging from the inscription, the village did not cremate him, and it seems that the old man was afraid of fire, so he instructed that he must use the burial method to make him buried in the ground.

Before I could finish reading the inscriptions on the tomb, Zhou Yu had already shouted excitedly: "There is really something to eat!" ”

The offerings in front of the tomb are very rich, the head is nine roasted whole pigs, each of the roasted golden skin crispy and tender pigs has the appearance of more than 300 catties, the mouth is wide open, and the fangs in the mouth are more obvious. The villagers pointed the pig's head in the direction of the cemetery, cut off the pig's eyelids, and the nine pigs and eighteen eyeballs looked at the tombstone brightly, looking very terrible.

Below the roast pig are the eight treasures of the mountains, and there are also the eight treasures of the sea. The paving occupies more than a few square meters of ground. The offerings are plentiful, and there are even a few bottles of Moutai.

"It looks delicious." Bai Qing couldn't help drooling, wiped her dirty hands on the patient gown without a lady's freshness, and then couldn't wait to tear off a roast chicken leg and eat it.

Zhou Yu was not far behind and pounced.

Mu Ru hesitated a little, but in the end she couldn't resist the hunger, so she shyly picked up some vegetarian dishes to eat.

"Night handsome guy, don't you eat a little?" Bai Qing took the time to look up and ask me.

I frowned, shook my head, and said, "I'm not hungry." ”

"Cut, fake Sven. Don't eat it. The girl suddenly lost interest, she ate casually, and then walked over to the towering tombstone and took a look.

After watching it for a while, she leaned next to me, lowered her voice and whispered, "That Zhou Yu, do you know what he used to do?" ”

"He didn't tell me." I wondered, "Why do you care about this?" ”

Bai Qing smiled mysteriously: "It's just touching the scene, and I remembered it." This thing is also a celebrity in the reincarnation sanatorium, and I have heard of it a little. Want to hear it? ”

"If there's a fart, let it go." I glared at her angrily. To be honest, I do want to know.

"I remember many, many years ago, there was a case in Shaanxi. It's on the outskirts of a place in Xi'an.

For a while, there are always tourists who go missing in the suburbs, and the cases are often like this, the more a method is done, the easier it is to solve the case, because it is easy to find the common ground and find the starting point for analyzing the case.

Of course, the police went to the suburbs to investigate. It's a tourist area, and there are a lot of local residents who make their homes a place where they can entertain guests, so I guess it's cooking some farmhouse meals and the like. By the way family hotel.

During the investigation, there was a feedback that caught the attention of the police. A householder who runs a family hotel, often has beautiful clothes hanging out at home, everyone is very strange, how can they afford those good clothes when they are from an ordinary family?

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