Hearing this, Guo Fatzi was stunned and said, "Isn't the old hero already dead?" How can you still call someone? ”

I smiled and said, "There are people who are dead but live in their hearts, and there are people who are alive but have long since 'died'. ”

After saying that, I ignored him and walked towards the entrance of the village.

When I came to the entrance of the village, Driver Wu led a group of villagers in my direction, and I counted about 60 people, which should be all the laborers of their village.

When Driver Wu saw me over, he trotted over and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiu, thank you for giving us this opportunity in Yinzi Village, thank you so much." As he spoke, he took out three packs of cigarettes, and I looked at them, good guys, it's hard China.

"It's a little meaning, and I hope to laugh!" He shoved the cigarette into my hand.

I was stunned, didn't understand what he meant, and said, "What are you?" ”

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Thank you for giving us the opportunity to carry the coffin to Yinzi Village." ”

"Thank me?" I still don't understand what he means.

He nodded and said, "The old hero is an anti-Japanese hero, and it is the glory of our Yinzi Village to be able to carry his coffin." You may not know, after I told you the news, those villagers didn't say a word, and rushed over overnight, especially the kid and his daughter-in-law were there, and they even had time to put on their pants. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a young man not far away, in his twenties, with a little dark skin, wearing only a pair of thin underwear.

I smiled at him and didn't speak, but I looked at the villagers differently, just a phone call, and they rushed over overnight, not because of my big face, but because of the personality of the old hero.

Subsequently, I told Driver Wu about the destination of the funeral, thinking that they would be surprised and talk about the price. I found out that I was wrong, very wrong, and they agreed without the slightest hesitation, and said that they would not take a penny, and that it would be an insult to give them money.

This made me stunned for a long time, many people look down on rural people, say that rural people are sloppy, and that rural people are not qualified. Sometimes, I really want to say a few words, they are not sloppy, but the living conditions facing the loess with their backs to the sky, so that they are not clean, they are not without quality, but they are fatally illiterate with a low level of education.

However, they have a grateful heart, and it is enough to have this, no matter how bad it is, it will not be much worse. Those so-called high-quality gentlemen who do not stick mud on the soles of their shoes, just ask, how many people know how to be grateful? A few people still remember the years of resistance against Japan, and the things they thought about every day were interests, money, exploitation, and oppression.

At this thought, I felt a little bitter in my heart, and I was about to speak, when the Wu driver pulled me and said, "Xiao Jiu, hurry up and put away the cigarettes, otherwise, it will be difficult to explain to the village chief." ”

I was stunned for a moment and asked him what he meant. He said: "The village chief said that you are the great benefactor of our Yinzi Village, without you, we would not have the opportunity to carry the coffin of the old hero, everything is thanks to you!" ”

Hearing this, I looked at him in surprise, and then looked at the villagers behind him, some people may not understand the meaning of the three packs of China, but as a rural person, I can understand the meaning of these three packs of cigarettes.

Three packs of China, not much money, a hundred yuan, every household can take it. However, this is full of the villagers' admiration for the old hero and their attitude towards their benefactors.

I did not refuse their kindness, took the cigarette, tore open three packs on the spot, gave each of them a cigarette, and said, "Let us send the old hero on his last journey, and may his old man live well in the underworld." ”

"May his old man live well in the underworld!" The villagers shouted in unison, and the sound was like a bell, piercing the sky, making the deserted Lujia Village lively.

Some things are really incredible, after more than 60 villagers shouted this sound, the sky that was originally snowing suddenly stopped, and then, the sun in the east showed a little hairy tip, and the red morning sun shone on Lujia Village, as if everything was awakened, it seemed so soft.

I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time, and at half past seven, without any hesitation, led them into the village.

After entering the village, I saw Mrs. Lu with tears in her eyes, and the eight sons of the Lu family kneeling in front of the coffin and sobbing, presumably affected by the voice just now.

I comforted them a few words, and asked Guo Fatzi to carry two sacks of yellow paper, stammered and carried two long wooden benches, and asked a few villagers to carry some firecrackers.

Surely someone will ask, why take so many firecrackers. This is because the tomb is a bit far away, and the rule of carrying the coffin is to burn firecrackers in every village, otherwise the local village will not allow the coffin to pass by.

Preparing everything, there were originally 63 villagers, only 48 people were left to carry the coffin, and the dozen or so people carried some funeral things in their hands.

I divided the 48 people into six teams, each team of 8 people, and asked them to take turns carrying the coffin, but it really didn't work, so I put the coffin on a long wooden bench to rest for a while, and tried to put the old hero into the ground as quickly as possible. After all, the old hero has been dead for a week, and if he is buried later, the body will decompose. Before being buried, the corpse decomposes first, which is a big bad luck, which will affect the luck of the heirs.

After dividing the team, Jiang Ye said that according to etiquette, he should be funeral, but he was a little worried about letting Mrs. Lu stay alone in Lujia Village, so he stayed with Mrs. Lu.

I didn't say anything about that, after all, he was telling the truth. So, I asked him where the tombstone was? He said that the tombstone was already near the tomb, so let me put it up.

I hummed, didn't ask anything more, and found a few villagers to start tinkering with the Jiuzi coffin, because the weight of the Jiuzi coffin is heavier than the ordinary coffin, I used two dragon ropes to weave into a twist shape, and then tied the dragon frame to the Jiuzi coffin.

To do all this, I arranged for a few villagers who knew how to play musical instruments and play suona. Speaking of this suona, the suona here in Quyang is longer than our suona in Hengyang, and it is difficult to blow, but fortunately, those villagers said that they blew, which made me feel at ease.

Afterwards, I fished out some yellow paper, candles, and incense, worshiped in the ancestral hall, and told the tablets of the ancestors of the Lu family, the information of the old heroes, the place of the tomb, and the names of the filial sons.

After worshipping the gods, I put the eggs on the offering table in a porcelain jar, held the soul-attracting banner in my left hand and the porcelain jar in my right hand, stood on the stone steps of the ancestral hall, and shouted in a long voice, "Out of the funeral!" Oh Horn! ”

The villagers who carried the coffin replied: "Hire! (Note: This means informing the ancestors and ancestors of Lujia Village that their descendants will be funeral and that they will be ready to receive them in the underworld.) ）