I was stunned next to the coffin for a long time, and my mind kept debating whether to poke a hole in the coffin and how to poke it.

After a while, my heart was ruthless, the funeral scripture would not go wrong, and my father would not be able to lie to me.

Immediately, I measured the size of the coffin, marked eight marks in a two-five pattern, and began to poke holes in it with a steel bar.

Every time I poked a small hole, I glanced into the coffin and observed the changes in the deceased, but fortunately, I was lucky, the deceased had been lying quietly in the coffin, and nothing had changed.

When I poked the eight small holes, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, I was so weak that I was going to die, my limbs were a little weak, and I leaned weakly on the side of the coffin.

During this period, he stammered and led Ah Da to the Dharma field without stopping, even the seven Taoist priests were like this. We were all desperate at this funeral, and thankfully, nothing strange happened.

The only one who is idle is Guo Fatzi, this product seems to regard the mobile phone as the root of his life, and he has been holding it in his hand, I asked him if he had found out about Su Mengke, and the answer he gave me was, not online.

I'm also drunk on this.

Seeing that I stopped, he led Ah Da back to the mourning hall, made three gestures to the deceased, burned some yellow paper, took off his Taoist robe, walked up to me, and asked, "Brother Jiu, are you okay?" ”

I shook my head and said, "I've been in the Dharma field for so long today, and I should be able to offset some of the funeral." Before 12 o'clock, after the last ritual and ready to eat, I was really hungry. ”

"Soul, please?" Ah Da asked from the side.

"This coffin is a yang coffin, please soul will hurt the deceased, fry the grain! I hope that the deceased will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. I stood up with the coffin and said weakly.

"Stir-fried grain?" Stammering and Ada, he looked at me in surprise.

"Hmm!" I nodded and explained: "The so-called fried grain, in fact, is very simple, with a big disaster, put it on the stove, pour rice, salt, and two things into the pot and stir, and later people throw money into it, and the grain frying person needs to pick up the money in the pot." Finally, put seven square-mouthed copper coins into the pot, stir-fry them in the pot for a while, and the grain frying man will take out the seven copper coins with one hand, put them into the sack, and then pour the fried rice and salt into the sack, and put these things under the head of the deceased before sealing the coffin. ”

"What's the use of frying grain?" Ah Da asked suspiciously.

"It is said that the salt and grain that has taken up copper money, the deceased can be brought to the next life, and there will be no worries about food and clothing in the future, of course, this is just a legend, and I can't explain the specific things, just follow this rule." I explained to them, and asked Guo Fatzi to find the pot, salt, and grain.

The fat man shouted and went straight to the outside of the mourning hall, the third watch in the middle of the night, those things are not easy to find, but since he went, there should be a way, I didn't think about it so much, so I chatted with Ah Da and them for a while.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Guo Fatzi walked in with a big disaster and some salt and grain in his hand, I asked him where he got these things, and he said that he borrowed them from the hospital kitchen.

As soon as I heard this, my face sank, but, considering that the time for frying grain was a little urgent, and I didn't teach him a lesson, I planned to talk to him about Zhang Yuanyuan's problem afterwards.

I took the pot from his hand, put it on the stove, poured in salt and grain, stir-fried for a while, and let everyone gather around the pot.

They nodded at me gratefully, and some people will definitely ask why they are grateful to me, the reason is very simple, the money thrown into the fried grain, whoever quickly fishes out the money from it, the money belongs to whom. There is a more important reason, the money taken out of this pot is spent on the child, and the child's body will become very healthy.

Of course, this is all a legend, to put it bluntly, it is a custom, and the people on our side, whether ordinary people or Taoist priests or eight immortals, believe in this custom very much.

As the undertaker of this funeral, the task of frying grain is naturally handed over to me, and Ah Da, as the head of the family, is responsible for losing money.

Everything was ready, we were all gathered around the pot, and I glanced at the banknotes in Ah Da's hand, which were very thick, estimated to be more than 20,000, and there were only two denominations, fifty and one hundred. (Note: Ordinary people throw banknotes into the pot generally, 1 jiao, five jiao, one piece, and the maximum face value is ten yuan.) ）

Seeing so much money, those Taoist priests smiled from ear to ear and frequently nodded to me to express their gratitude.

Later, I found a spatula, fried the salt and grain until it was medium rare, and asked Ah Da to throw money into it.

Although the pot is burning red on the stove and is a little hot, compared to the money in the pot, this hot point is completely ignored.

No, Ah Dagang threw in a hundred-yuan bill, stammered with lightning speed, and immediately took it out of the pot.

After he took out the money, he hurriedly put his hands on the base of his ears to dissipate the heat, and said, "It's so hot." ”

"When I was robbing money, why didn't I see you shouting hot, next time I rob my money, I will sit on you to death." Guo Fatzi said angrily, put on a posture of waiting, and waited for Ah Da to throw money inside.

Looking at Guo Fatzi's posture, I deliberately teased him, mainly because this product is too idle today, so I have to make him suffer a little.

At the moment when Ah Da threw the money into trouble, I deliberately moved the spatula towards Guo Fatzi.

"It's hot." Guo Fatzi screamed, hurriedly retracted his hand, rubbed the roots of his ears to dissipate heat, and scolded in his mouth: "Made, why is it so hot." ”

The hundred-yuan bill was naturally picked up by one of the seven Taoist priests, and when they got the money, the Taoist priest nodded at me with a smile on his face.

After about forty minutes of speculation, Ah Da lost all the money in his hand. He stammered more than 5,000 yuan, and the seven Taoist priests made 14,000 yuan, but Guo Fatzi, who was holding three banknotes in his hand, looked annoyed.

I have to say that money can change a person's heart, the seven Taoist priests took more than 10,000 yuan, looked at me with a change in their eyes, and opened their mouths, Brother Jiu, thank you so much, what kind of funeral will there be in the future, a phone call, no matter where it is, we will rush over immediately.

I smiled bitterly, nodded, and without saying anything to them, I asked Ada to take seven square-mouthed copper coins and make three strokes towards the coffin, and then throw them into the pot.

Then, I fried the copper coins for seven minutes, handed the spatula to Guo Fatzi, and asked him to stir in the pot with the spatula, and I was ready to take the copper coins out of the pot.

"Brother Jiu, this copper coin is no better than a banknote, it is very hot, the cocoons on my hands are thick, and I am not afraid of being hot." One of the Taoist priests pulled me and said.