There is a reason why my face sank, according to the rules of our industry, we are particularly particular about the direction of the banquet, and the table near the altar is the zhu seat, which is the most important seat in the whole funeral, and it is also the seat with the richest dishes.

Take the deceased's mortuary at home for three days as an example, on the first day, the zhu seat is eaten by the main family and the funeral undertaker (the funeral is not packaged, it is the acquaintance), the second day is opened, the funeral undertaker and the Taoist priest who opened the road eat, and the third day of the funeral is eaten by the eight immortals.

And if you set up a blood monument, we usually carry the tombstone for lunch, and these people sit on the zhu seat, they obviously know this rule, but now they are sitting on the zhu seat but still sitting there, which is obviously bullying, because they have already sat on the zhu seat in the morning and eaten, and there is no reason to sit together.

We are not fighting for food, nor for face, but for breath, for our own duty, and for dignity.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is just a table of slightly better dishes, dispensable. Who understands the importance of this table of dispensable banquets to us, we do the lowest job, earn the dead people's money that others dislike, and eat the meal mixed with the smell of the dead, only when we are buried and erected the monument, we can be one level higher than people, and we can sit on the zhu seat and eat a solid meal, the rice is not fragrant, our hearts are fragrant, the food is tasteless, we have a taste in our hearts, the wine is not strong, and our hearts are happy.

You can call us coffin bearers, you can call us making money from the dead, and you can even call us cheap craftsmen, but at the banquet, we must sit on the coffin, because there is our dignity there.

Seeing that my face was a little terrible, Lang Gao smiled awkwardly and said, "They came first, and they sat there, so I will ask them to leave." ”

I was silent, did not speak, my eyes stared at the eight immortals on the Zhu seat, angry, I rarely lose my temper, but, stepping on my bottom line, I will trample that person under my feet regardless of the consequences. Because of this temper, in my later coffin-carrying career, I offended many of my peers, and most of them were fighting for the table.

"Yo! Director Lang, you are taking advantage of the situation to oppress people, just carry your uncle up the mountain and bury it, you will drive our eight immortals off the seat, how can you do this nephew, you are not afraid that your uncle will crawl out of the coffin to find you? The man who spoke was only fifty years old, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and sat directly above the Zhu seat.

"This old gentleman, I took off the skin on my body and was an ordinary person, and I didn't mean to use the name of the director to press you, not to drive you off the seat, but to be polite in everything, my uncle needs to set up a blood monument today, I'm afraid that a few of you will not be busy, so I invited eight eight immortals to be responsible for setting up a blood monument, logically speaking, this zhu seat should be given to a few of them to sit." After speaking, Lang Gao stretched out his hand and pointed to us.

Lang Gao's words are reasonable, presumably he also knows a little about rural funerals, no wonder, like our Eight Immortals used to fight and make trouble, he dealt with more such cases, and naturally knew some etiquette.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man followed Lang Gao's hand and looked at us, first surprised, then showed a strange smile, stood up, walked up to us, pinched my cheek with his hand, and said, "Boy, I've heard about you, Chen Jiu!" I don't know what's going on with Lao Wang's one-eyed dragon, and now it's Lao Wang eating with you, boy, you tell your dad the truth, isn't Nima and Lao Wang? ”

I didn't talk nonsense to him, and I didn't want to talk to him, so I told him my anger with practical actions, raised my leg and kicked him in the crotch, smashed a right hook on his temple, picked up a bench and slapped it on the head.

Suddenly, blood splattered, and there was a lot of blood on my clothes, and the man fell to the ground, subconsciously struggling, and before he could even scream, he fainted.

"Murder!" On the Zhu seat, several Eight Immortals screamed and rushed over to hit me.

When Guo Fatzi and Chen Tiannan saw this situation, how dare they hesitate, scoop up the long bench and lay it in front of them, and guard against those eight immortals.

"In broad daylight, do you want to make a fan?" Seeing that the two companions and eight immortals were about to pinch up, Lang Gao slapped his palm on the table and roared angrily: "Who dares to make a moth at my uncle's funeral, and he will all go inside tomorrow." ”

Sometimes, the official's words are lower than the people's thousands of words, his voice down, none of us dare to move, we all look at each other angrily, eager to tear each other alive, I suddenly flashed a poem in my mind, "This is the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other." ”。

Life is often like this, the same is doing a lowly job, but I can't see others better than myself, perhaps, this phenomenon exists in all walks of life, this is human nature!

"Then who, take your group of eight immortals to send this person to the hospital, and the medical expenses will be mine." Lang Gao pointed to one of the eight immortals and said.

The man looked at us resentfully, beckoned a few people to lift the people on the ground, and when he was leaving, he stopped in front of me for a few seconds and said, "Boy, let's eat with Shuiyun Zhenren, you wait!" ”

After speaking, a group of seven people carried an eight immortals who did not know whether they were alive or dead, and hurriedly walked towards the outside of the village.

Lang Gao glanced at us, did not speak, found someone to clean the blood stains on the ground, beckoned us to sit on the seat, and left.

The three of us sat on the seat, and no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely cold, and after a while, the five people who were digging the grave walked in, acquaintances, and carried the coffin together.

"Chen Baxian, what's wrong, there's something wrong with your face?" The man who spoke was a tall man, in his forties, with dark skin, and sat down next to me.

I shook my head and said, "It's okay, eat and drink enough, set up the blood monument at two o'clock in the afternoon, and then go to the side of the road to carry the Linglong blood monument to the cemetery." ”

During this period, Guo Fatzi and Chen Tiannan wanted to speak several times, but I stopped them with my eyes, I didn't want to say anything about it, because this time, the tombstone was difficult to lift, and there were two newcomers, I didn't have any confidence at all, and I pinned all my hopes on the boss's sentence that the destined person carried the Linglong blood monument was only about 100 catties.

The latter sentence, I directly chose to ignore it, on the way back I thought a lot, since the boss asked me to carry this tombstone, there must be his intentions, Lao Wang said that the person is a living immortal, there will definitely be no mistake.

After eating, I asked Lang Gao to prepare seven pairs of white gloves, three roosters, five grains, eighteen catties and eight taels of yellow paper, two long incense plants, a bundle of fragrance, and an ink fountain.

Because of the previous fight scene, Lang Gao's attitude towards me was a little colder, not as enthusiastic as before, I can understand this emotion, who would be enthusiastic about the person who made trouble at the funeral? Still, he prepared these things according to my words, and said, "After the blood monument is erected, I will deal with your case." ”