Let's turn our perspective to Lao Zhang.

Regarding the fact that three old people died in a row in the village in one day, although Lao Zhang was very puzzled, he didn't pay much attention to it. In the past, it was not uncommon for people to die four or five in one day.

One of the three old men who died was already in his old age, and the other two were also in their prime.

The strange thing is that these three old men have no major physical problems, but their legs and feet are not very dexterous. If these legs and feet are not very dexterous, it is considered a disease, then these three old men will inevitably be a little miserable. No one knows what these three old men died for. The first day was still alive and well, should you eat and drink, and when you wake up, the person is gone? No one believes in anyone, does it?

All of a sudden, the village came alive. There is a custom here, when a dead person dies, he should ask the grass platform team to blow and sing for five days. If it is an old man who dies, then most of the dramas are sung. If the one who dies is young, the song is mostly sung.

It just so happens that he loves to play tricks on people, and the families of these three old people happen to be the three big families in Qianzhangzhuang. I made a small fortune in business, and I have more money in my hands. I don't know if it's because of the filial piety of the children of the three old people or other reasons. The three families originally only had to invite three wind and singing classes, but they invited six wind and singing classes at once. One of them just left the conversation here:

"Which class sings well, sings loudly, sings the hardest, I'll give him an extra 2,000 yuan!"

Not to be outdone, the remaining two families shouted for an extra three thousand, five thousand and so on.

As soon as the six wind singing classes heard this, it was like beating chicken blood, and the vigorous blowing could be heard within a radius of ten miles.

In the past, when people died, they died down at 10 o'clock at the latest, heh! This time, I worked directly until half past two in the morning, if it wasn't for the village chief coming to "dissuade", it is no exaggeration to say that they can make trouble for you all night!

Lao Zhang, as a big farmer in the former Zhangzhuang, just silently hung a filial piety to the three old people and gave three stacks of burning paper. To say that Lao Zhang is really unusual, he has done everything, and he has done it well. In addition to doing business. No, Lao Zhang's main business is agriculture, and when there is no work in the field, when he rushes to several surrounding villages and dies, Lao Zhang will also help to dig graves, move graves, bury graves and a series of other things. I've done a lot of work, and I've naturally seen a lot of evil things. For example, the corpse is deceitful, the soul is possessed, and so on. Lao Zhang's solution is simple. If you go up, you will be beaten, no matter what kind of demons and monsters you are, if you are dead and still making trouble in the world, this is the unreality of death. It is disrespect for the living, but also for the dead. Lao Zhang is not a superstitious person, nor is he a person who believes in science too much. He only values what is really good for him. It doesn't matter if it's superstition or science. Just like Chinese medicine and Western medicine, as long as you can cure the disease and eradicate the roots, Lao Zhang doesn't care what kind of doctor you are. This point was completely inherited by Lao Zhang to Zhang Tiancheng. Both father and son serve only those who have real skills.

Then let's talk about the village. On the first day, filial piety is hung, the second day is a day off, the third day is a day off, the fourth day is a day off, and the fifth day is a funeral.

Zhang Laosi is one of the few big families in the village. He had just died of his father. Although it was the next day and he could take a rest, he still insisted on kneeling in front of his father's ice coffin and guarding his father's spirit. At this moment, it was half past twelve in the middle of the night, and Zhang Laosi was more or less sleepy no matter how he persisted. He was sleepy, and refilled the incense for his father, and burned another handful of burning paper in the iron basin in front of the ice coffin. Then he continued to kneel in front of the ice coffin. Zhang Laosi's daughter-in-law saw that he was still kneeling, her eyes were red, she couldn't say anything, she just silently put two more quilts under Zhang Laosi's knees. Zhang Laosi looked up at his daughter-in-law and smiled at her reluctantly. His daughter-in-law patted Zhang Laosi on the shoulder, went into the back room and took a coat to put on Zhang Laosi.

There was still a trace of residual heat in the black ash of the burning paper in the brazier, Zhang Laosi finally couldn't hold on, knelt on the quilt and leaned against the ice coffin and took a nap. Maybe he didn't notice it, or maybe it didn't exist at all, and the hand of the corpse in the ice coffin vaguely seemed to move.

The village is quiet and everything is going on in an orderly manner. The people who helped Zhang Luo's funeral, the people who were in charge of cooking the big pot of rice, the nobles in the village (some officials in the village), the people who wore linen and wore filial piety, the relatives and friends who came to visit the deceased, and the people who helped dig the grave and provide professional equipment such as ice coffins, all had to stay for lunch according to the old rules. Among them, the great nobles and the gravediggers drank wine.

In the summer, people who are hot can't eat a meal. Although the cooks have worked hard to do a good job of hygiene, the flies that fly around can't be driven away, and the eaters just take two bites and disperse. Today is the day of the funeral. The festival will begin in the afternoon. What is this "sacrifice"? I am a junior, I don't know much, and I have asked the elders, it is about to sacrifice heaven and earth, sacrifice to ancestors, let the deceased ancestors bless themselves, so that the deceased relatives can find the ancestors or be reincarnated in a good family in the future, or hope that the ancestors can take care of the relatives who have just died.

With the progress of science and technology and the development of society, the culture of funerals has become more and more concise. I don't know if it's good or bad, everyone's ideas are different, the concepts are different, there are regional differences, cultural differences and other factors, these can only be left to time to tell the world the answer.

Lao Zhang got up early, he took the best shovel from home, and then rode the electric car to the pre-selected place. Digging three graves today is quite a challenge. The pay is not much, seventy dollars for a grave and a box of cigarettes. If the deceased's family is wealthy, then the cigarettes given will generally be better, ranging from ten to twenty yuan. If the family is average, the cigarettes given are five yuan a box of cigarettes like white sand and purple diamonds. This kind of cigarette is very choking, so there are not many people in the village who smoke it.

Far from it. There are a total of three people digging the grave, and the grave that Lao Zhang is digging now belongs to Zhang Laosi's father. Speaking of Zhang Laosi, Lao Zhang still admires him. This man has been a soldier, participated in counterattacks, and is a person who has really been on the battlefield. He is about ten years older than Lao Zhang. After all, Zhang Laosi and his father are in their eighties, almost ninety.

"Brother Yulin, you said that the fourth brother has nothing to do with his father, how can you say that it is gone?" The person who questioned him was a young man in his thirties.

"Hey, what do you care about him, it's your business if he's dead. Dig up the grave well and get the money in your hands as soon as possible is the right thing. "When Lao Zhang was working, he loved to hold a cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't light it, so he put it in his mouth.

"Yes, yes, his death really has nothing to do with me." The man said.

All three were veterans, and it didn't take much time to dig the grave, and then the next, and then the next. Every hour, I started digging at five o'clock in the morning and finished my work at about eight o'clock. You can also catch up with Zhang Laosi's house for breakfast. Lao Zhang has no other hobbies, he likes to drink a little wine when he eats. In fact, he was going to his house for dinner at first. Zhang Laosi had no choice but to take Lao Zhang to him, but Lao Zhang couldn't resist him, so he called his daughter-in-law and went to Zhang Laosi's house.

All the best. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the festival begins. During the sacrifice, Zhang Laosi cried in the dark, and the other two Lao Zhang didn't know that he was on Zhang Laosi's side, and the work in the field also stopped. After all, he has a good relationship with Zhang Laosi.

Everything went smoothly during the sacrifice, and when it was time to carry the body out of the ice coffin and put it in the coffin placed in the courtyard, something happened, and the cloth that held the corpse suddenly tore, fortunately, Zhang Laosi was quick and quickly grabbed a quilt to wrap his father, otherwise it would be a big mistake. Zhang Laosi wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and let out a long breath. Lao Zhang, who was standing next to him, was also nervous for Zhang Laosi. Then there is the net surface.

Cleansing is to dip cotton in sesame oil and then rub it on the deceased's face, when wiping, it must not stop, nor can it be broken, wipe it in one breath, from the cotton touching the face to the end of wiping, you must not take the cotton away, wipe it again. As for what the consequences will be, no one explains. Just do it. The first to clean up was Zhang Laosi's eldest brother, followed by his second sister, then his third sister, and then Zhang Laosi. When it was Zhang Laosi's turn, he was vaguely panicked in his heart, having been a soldier. Why panic? Zhang Laosi raised his vigilance, he looked around and saw Lao Zhang standing in the corner smoking a cigarette.

Zhang Laosi stepped on the prepared stool, took the cotton and the clay bowl with sesame oil, he dipped it in sesame oil steadily, and then wiped it off his father's face.

Guess what Zhang Laosi found? Dad! That hearty old man actually opened his eyes when Zhang Laosi cleaned his face!

can scare Zhang Laosi, the center of gravity is unstable and he almost fell off the stool. The sesame oil bowl he was dragging in his left hand was almost thrown out.

The people around saw Zhang Laosi's strange appearance, but no one spoke, and they couldn't speak at this time.

Lao Zhang frowned and looked at Zhang Laosi, according to his understanding of Zhang Laosi, something must have happened that was more tricky for Zhang Laosi.

On the other hand, Zhang Laosi's side is also a man, but he has been on the front line to kill people and seen dead people, and his psychological quality is not ordinarily strong, he quickly stabilized his mind, and then dipped the cotton in his hand in sesame oil to wipe it off for his father. Zhang Laosi deliberately wiped his father's eyes and closed his father's eyes. Zhang Laosi breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to get off the stool, but when he turned around, he found that his father's eyes were open again!

This time Zhang Laosi was really not calm, he directly threw away the sesame oil bowl in his left hand, and he put his hand into the coffin to go to his father and close his eyes again. At this time, he saw that his father's corpse was gradually shaking, and some strange sound came out of his mouth. Before Zhang Laosi could react, his father sat up all of a sudden, and bit Zhang Laosi's neck while standing by the coffin.

said that it was too late, Zhang Laosi didn't know who grabbed his ankle, the man pulled hard, and dragged Zhang Laosi off the stool, Zhang Laosi was lucky to avoid his father's "fatal blow". When he looked back, he realized that it was Lao Zhang who didn't know when he came to him.

Lao Zhang's cigarette was still in his mouth, he didn't look at Zhang Laosi, but stared closely at the "person" who was about to crawl out of the coffin and should have died a long time ago!

The crowd in the courtyard was like a bomb thrown into it, and it was a mess in an instant.