"Great!" I shouted, "Wenbao, did you find the paint?" Hurry up and color the coffin. ”

"Found it!" Wen Bao ran to the back room, a paint box in his hand.

"I found a plastic sheet to build a shed and put on a brazier." I shouted, "As soon as possible, it's cold and don't miss the time of the funeral." ”

"I can't miss it." Wen Bao said: "If you are so far away, you will come to pull the material tomorrow, and you will have to wait until the next morning to go out." ”

"Uh-huh!" I nodded, and the three of us started to get busy.

Early the next morning, before dawn, a bouncing four-wheeled bicycle pulled the material away.

"This coffin was taken away, I guess I can't wait until the evening, and the family will have to come to you to do ghost things." Wenbao said.

"Pull it down! Where the hell am I going to do something? I said, "He doesn't have a ghost in front of him, so he can't come all this way to find us." ”

"Besides, he knew that Grandpa and they were not at home, so he should have made arrangements a long time ago."

"Not necessarily." Wen Bao said: "Within fifty miles of this square garden, on the territory of your old Bai family, where is there still Mr. Yin and Yang's rice bowl." ”

"Just wait! I see, you're done with this damn thing, and we're done with this big! After speaking, Wen Bao's face was greedy.

"This big doesn't taste good!" He kicked Wenbao in the ass and said, "If you want to eat cock, you can do it!" ”

I really called Wenbao, and before it was dark, the old man hired a white van to pick me up.

Knowing that he couldn't get rid of it, he went to his grandfather's house, grabbed a handful of written runes, put on his grandfather's canvas bag, and got into the car with Wenbao and came to Gejiatun.

It's really on the edge of the alkali ditch, a piece of withered yellow reeds, surrounding a small tunzi of dozens of families.

As soon as I entered the tunzi, the dog bit and quarreled, and a large group of children came out, and the big cotton jackets and cotton pants were not well dressed, and it was a poor place at first glance.

Entering the courtyard of the deceased's house, looking at the dilapidated three adobe houses and the earthen warehouse that was about to collapse, Wenbao pulled at my clothes and pouted.

"This family has lived on this dung heap, and it doesn't look like a family that is going through the days!"

I glared at Wenbao and headed straight for the shed.

The deceased was a middle-aged woman of more than three generations, and looking at the deceased's dark and thin face, she looked like she was sick and dead.

Kneeling next to him were two and a half dozen children, their little faces flushed with cold and burning paper into the brazier.

A man in his thirties with a wooden expression greeted me, his eyes red guiding me to look around, and it seemed that it was the husband of the deceased.

I wandered around the yard, and after looking at it, there was nothing wrong, and the things I got for the dead man on the road were quite complete.

In addition to a few paper-burning clay pots in the courtyard, there were also a few fires outside.

"It's too cold, the ground is frozen to death, organize people to go to the tomb in the middle of the night, don't be able to dig out the tomb when the time comes, delay the hour!" I instructed the old Ge Toudao.

"Write down the names of your family members and everything else on a piece of paper, just give it to me tomorrow morning."

Lao Getou agreed, and politely arranged for me and Wenbao to rest at the neighbor's house next door.

I didn't sleep well all night, this is the first time I have been on such a big field, and I have no experience at all, so I panicked!

After getting up in the morning and washing up briefly, I came to the courtyard of the deceased.

When the old man saw me, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

I simply looked at the name of this family and silently remembered it in my heart.

Anxiously waiting, the grave digger returned.

Seeing that the people in the tunzi also came one after another with yellow paper, I beckoned Lao Getou to quickly organize people to report to the temple.

Gejiatun also does not have a serious land temple, and there is no way to use three pieces of adobe, two vertical and one horizontal, to build a simple temporary one at the west end of Tunzi, about 300 steps away from Tunzi.

I put on incense again and chattered, even if it meant that!

"Okay, young master coffin! It's going to be like that. Wenbao muttered quietly.

"You'd better not talk." I glared at Wen Bao and said, "I knew that I was not authentic with ducks on the shelves." ”

"If you make any more nonsense, then the two of us will become monkeys."

After reporting to the temple three times, the old man found a few middle-aged men and carried the dead into the coffin.

I took my grandfather's canvas bag, took out a hammer and a few five-inch-long nails, "Bang Bang Bang!" A few hammers wedged the coffin lid shut.

Carrying the big rooster used to lead the soul in his hand, he followed the car pulling the coffin all the way to the tomb outside the tun.

One by one, the big snow bags are supported by clusters of reed grass, and the sticks of the artemisia grass that dry the chacha poke people!

The great north wind is blowing, blowing layers of snow and brushing.

"I'm right!" Wen Bao ran two steps and said, "Is there a rooster to eat today?" Yes, it looks quite fat. ”

"No, can you not say something that you can't see?" I kicked Wenbao and said, "If you don't look at any occasion with your eyes closed, you can't put that heart-eating eye for a while." ”

Cut the neck of the soul rooster, carried it around the cemetery, looked at the coffin that had gone down to the grave, and beckoned people to start adding soil.

muttered the name of the daughter-in-law of the Ge family, raised his hand and sprinkled some paper money, and answered correctly to the nearby ghosts, lest the new ghost be bullied and robbed of the money to buy the road.

Everyone was busy with everything, and a new tomb mixed with snow-white face stood there abruptly.

"Okay, old Getou, remember that within a week, no one can run to this grave to howl and mourn, otherwise the dead man's house will leak, and he will come back to you, and the family will not be able to live in peace!"

Lao Ge nodded vigorously and agreed, asking everyone if they could go back.

Back in the tunzi, the women of the neighborhoods had already prepared their meals, and they planned to go back after a simple meal.

"Young Master of the Bai family, my daughter-in-law is a tuberculosis man." Lao Getou said with a bitter face: "This has always been sick. ”

"The children in the family are still young, I'm afraid that this person will leave, and if there is something unclean left, can the young master of the Bai family go back to the house with me to see."

"Tell me what if it's a little bit of a thing, it's so far away, half of it can't be reached, my old bones are nothing, I'm afraid I'll pounce on the child."

"No, I said something I shouldn't have said, why are you running away from everything in your house, what does your son eat!" I asked, "I'm so old, and I'm not afraid to toss it out for you in the winter!" ”

"Hey! You don't know my son! Lao Getou sighed and said: "I can't press out a fart with a bar, I don't like to squeak since I was a child, or how can I say that a tuberculosis daughter-in-law comes back, I know that it won't last long from the beginning." ”

"Usually I blush even when I say a word, let alone go out to do something, I can't count on it!"

After listening to Lao Ge's words, I took Wenbao back to the courtyard of Ge's house again.

Tell Lao Getou to prepare some grains, and fill the house with a good bar, and go to the bad luck of the dead!

The room was full of black rumbling, the walls were pasted with old newspapers, and the gray hangers were hanging down from the black purlins, and the room was full of gray and flax.

After walking around the inner and outer rooms a few times, he didn't find anything wrong, turned his head to Lao Getou and said, "There's no problem, this person is buried well, let's live in peace!" ”

When Wenbao and I returned to the Bai family's yard with the big rooster, Qiaoqiao was standing anxiously at the gate of the courtyard waiting for the two of us to come back.

Wen Bao raised the big in his hand and shook it, meaning that he ate it today!

"I didn't think it was so easy to cheat and cheat!" Wen Bao chewed the chicken in his mouth and said with a smile: "If there is a ghost thing every day, it is not a chicken to eat." ”

"Lie to you!" I slapped Wenbao on the head and said, "Next time there is such a thing, you go and try to deceive Lao Tzu!" ”

"I don't know what happened to the ghost this time, but I'm a little uneasy in my heart."

"What can it be? A person who dies of a normal illness is not a ghost. Wen Bao muttered indifferently: "Isn't this also a helpless thing, then who will you go if you don't go." ”

After dinner, I slipped into the hall, remembered the eyes of the beautiful woman in the painting, and leaned over again.

His eyes were still scarlet and he was looking into the yard fixedly...