At this time, the village accountant rode a broken motorcycle of Qianjiang 125 and came leisurely, he was carrying a briefcase, it is estimated that he is collecting electricity bills, and he generally does not need to urge, and he must be the nail households who need him to urge, and he is not active in paying electricity bills.

"Lao Huang, come out and pay the electricity bill." The accountant shouted, very impatient, after all, the village did not reimburse him for the gas bill, this is the business of the power station, and he may be entrusted to do it.

"Why did you come to urge the electricity bill again, didn't you pay it last month?" The old yellow man finally limped out.

"Old Huangtou, what about your son, he waves everywhere every day, he doesn't pay the electricity bill, you paid last month last month, believe it or not, turn off your appliances."

"You dare!" The old yellow head shouted, I don't know why he was so excited. The accountant is a coward, and he is no longer fierce when he shouts like this.

"It's not what I'm talking about, it's what the town's electricity supply says, and I'll help you a lot. I said, old yellow head, what's going on in your family? It's such a broken house, it's been more than ten years, and the monthly electricity bill is the first in the village, and you have an electric donkey? ”

"Damn, didn't you see that there were two air conditioners installed? You have to take care of it too. ”

"You've only been installing the air conditioner for a few years, besides, the house is full of holes, is the air conditioner useful?"

"What does it matter to you that I enjoy life, how much?" Old man Huang asked impatiently.

"One hundred and eighteen."

This electricity bill is indeed enough, my monthly electricity bill is only about thirty or forty yuan, this is the riverside, and it is in the mountains, in fact, it is not so hot at night in summer. What's the use of installing air conditioning in a dilapidated house? The inside has to be capped and sealed, otherwise the air conditioning will leak.

But it's none of my business, Old Man Huang rummaged through his pocket for a long time, took out a large handful of five pieces of broken silver, and went back to the house to take a roll of small pieces of cloth and unfolded it, which seemed to be only two hundred yuan. He licked his tongue with his fingers, and after a long time, he finally scraped together one hundred and eighty yuan, counted it three times, and handed it to the accountant as if he had been cut meat.

That Huang Xuan is really unfilial, he actually treated him like this, he didn't pay the electricity bill, he only knew to run to the second aunt's house, and now that the second aunt's husband is back, what is he going to do? But even if he really lives with his second aunt, his crazy wife can only stand aside, and it would be good to give her a full meal.

After the accountant left, I thought the opportunity had come, the old man Huang was addicted to smoking, and he didn't dream of smoking, and he ran out of cash, which was a good opportunity for me to attack, two yellow crane towers were three hundred and six, enough for him to buy a lot of cheap tobacco for half a year.

"Grandpa Huang, you should keep the cigarette, I originally wanted to hear you tell me the story of grandpa, but I didn't expect you to be unwilling, you said that I haven't seen him since I was a child, you should grow up with him, who else can I ask besides you?" I put on a sad expression when I finished speaking, shoved two cigarettes into his hand and left.

"You kid is still playing tricks with me, pretending to be pitiful." Old man Huang has seen through it, the old guy is the old guy! However, he took the cigarette and did not return it to me, but opened one of them, took out a pack, took out one and threw it to me, and lit it himself. "Sit on that stone pier, I'll probably talk about it."

Old man Huang looked at the cigarette, took a puff and inhaled it with his teeth, hissing, and wanted to inhale all the cigarettes. He probably hadn't smoked an eighteen pack of cigarettes in a long time!

"The four of us grew up together, in addition to your grandfather, there are Xiong Jiu, Bai Zhengshan, your grandfather is the oldest and the latest to start a family."

"Explosive news, for example, why was my grandfather so easily fooled by Xiong Jiu to open the hanging coffin?" I urged that if I listened to him talk about my grandfather's life, I would probably be able to publish a book, and there were many stories in those years.

"Your grandfather is the coffin man." As soon as he said this, the cigarette I held in my mouth almost fell to the ground, how did my grandfather become a coffin man, a good forest ranger?

"Your grandfather had a lot of strength, and whoever had a white affair in the four miles and eight towns went to help carry the coffin, he was only 17 years old at that time, about the same age as you, and there was no way to make a living. I was about eighteen years old, what year was that? Think about it. Old man Huang lit another cigarette, scratched his dry hair fiercely, and his dandruff was very conspicuous in the sunlight, and it was almost floating on my face.

"It's about 54 years, anyway, it's about the same, it's been too long to remember. He went to a foreign country to carry the coffin, and a Taoist priest told him that he could make a lot of money, but he had to learn from him for a year. ”

Old man Huang looked at me, his brows full of memories. "Your grandfather has always been bold, he wants to eat meat most in his life, and when he is old, he has to be a forest ranger, also so that he can hunt. It was raining outside that night, and the four of us young people were in the mill at the head of the village, drinking and smoking with fried soybeans, and it was difficult for your grandfather to decide that if he became a coffin burial person, he would be cursed in the next generation, but if he did not be a funeral coffin person, the whole family would not even be able to eat, and he might not even be able to ask for a daughter-in-law, and the next generation would not have it. ”

Isn't it me who is grandpa's next generation? The reason why I became so miserable has something to do with my grandfather? This is a cruel fact to me, without grandpa, there is no father, without father, there is no me, but mine today is because grandpa is cursed. This is a dead knot, and I am the bearer of the consequences.

"So the coffin burial is not an ancestral profession, because it has not been passed on, it is a death squad recruited in difficult years. The final fate of the coffin is that the incense is broken and the family is destroyed! But, in those days, who would have thought that decades later? When you were five or six years old, you had no one to raise, but you had leftovers, do you know how we got here? Go up the mountain to pick up the bark of the tree, dig the Guanyin soil, your grandfather and sister three can't pull out shit for ten days, it's difficult to digest, the stomach is the same as pregnancy, and the pain is so painful that you can't sleep, your grandfather originally had a younger sister and a younger brother, and it was because of this that he died. At present, it is more important to survive, except for the Bai family, the conditions are better, and the others can't even drink porridge, so we all wanted to do this at the time, but only your grandfather has the courage. ”

If I had known that this was the case, I shouldn't have asked, I didn't get any useful information, and I didn't feel happy with myself.

"What seeds are planted, what flowers are blooming, what fruits are born. The way of heaven is revealed, and the cycle of cause and effect. Old man Huang sighed.

"Is Bai Zhengshan the family in the Bai family ancestral hall?" I asked.

"That's right, they don't have a good relationship with the Xiong family, and they moved away very early, anyway, they are all educated, and they don't have to worry about food and clothing wherever they go."

I always feel that Old Man Huang is fooling me, or he didn't tell the truth, something is wrong!

"What's going on with Xiong Jiu? My grandfather is a coffin burial, why was he fooled? "I asked, this is illogical, it stands to reason that my grandfather has been learning from that man for so long, there must be this common sense.

"Xiong Jiu told your grandfather that there was a treasure in the coffin, and this is just one of them."

"What else?" I asked.

"The second is that Xiong Jiu's father Xiong Qiling was a skilled Taoist in the Republic of China, as if the Republic of China was twenty-five years, he mixed well in Shanghai, and was the guest of the Qinggang boss Du Yuesheng. Xiong Jiu heard his father say that if the coffin mourner wants to break this curse, he must dedicate himself. Your grandfather was only in his forties at that time, and he didn't want to die, your grandmother was virtuous, and he had a son who was growing up slowly, and your father was going to marry a wife and have children in the future, which made your grandfather regret it, and blamed himself every day, and he was about to become mentally ill. ”

I sighed deeply, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, didn't know what to say, my mind was messed up. I can't tell if what he said is true or false, Old Man Huang, the old fox, will not deliberately make up stories to disturb my thoughts, I feel that two cigarettes want meat buns to beat the dog, and nothing will be found. I wanted to know if he was the person who buried the coffin, but instead he pulled my grandfather's head, and the logic seemed to be reasonable, and it was the same as the truth.

I'm wondering if grandpa did something wrong? In order to support his family, he did a thing that lacked virtue, and then he regretted it and did not hesitate to use his life to protect future generations. Even if he knew that he might be fooled by Xiong Jiu, he still stepped into Guillotine Gorge, and this secret may not even be known to my grandmother.

Grandma should have loved my grandfather very much when she was young, I remember when she was a child, she went to buy incense paper and go to the grave with a little change, for fear that my grandfather would suffer in the underworld, and always said that when my grandfather was alive, he carried everything by himself and never let his family worry.

Sometimes she took me with her, often sitting on a big rock at the entrance of the village and looking into the distance, and the villagers said that it was the Wangfu stone, waiting for the men who had gone out to go home as soon as possible. Fifteen years ago, a dealer from other places came, saying that the stone was beautiful, and offered a price of 100 yuan, and dug it up and loaded it into a truck and towed it away.

My grandmother had an old jar for boiling medicine, and they offered it for fifty, and my grandmother was very happy to sell it for me.