When I heard this, I had to smile bitterly and sneered: "He really doesn't understand the amorous feelings."

"No, your second grandmother was not from here, she came with your grandfather from afar, but your grandfather snubbed her, and I often saw your second grandmother shed tears at that time."

The second grandmother was originally from Mujiapo, I thought it was to follow in the footsteps of Meng Weiye and come here, but I didn't expect it to be for my grandfather.

The villagers all agreed with this remark, and they all thought that the grandfather was sorry for the second grandmother, but it was all an old thing, and I didn't care at all, because, what does this have to do with me?

After chatting about grandpa and second grandma, Ye Weiting's family, me and Ana, and then other people in the village, all rushed to the third team to participate in the meeting of the dead.

By the time we went, quite a few people had already rushed over, and the helpers were setting up oil-paper sheds to keep the vigil from getting wet in the rain. In the middle of the hall, a pitch-black coffin was placed on a bench, and the room still smelled of paint. This also proves that Wang Huaqing died in a hurry.

The custom here is that the more people go, the more face the family of the deceased will have, indicating that their popularity is wider.

Seeing that all the people in our village had gone, even us young people had come, a middle-aged man in his forties hurriedly greeted him.

I am now in a ghost state, people in our village can see me, it does not mean that others can see me, before I came, I carried a manifestation talisman on my body, this talisman was originally used when catching ghosts, in order to let the hidden ghosts appear, but now it is used on my own body.

"Who are these four young men?" The middle-aged man asked.

"I am the grandson of Ye Jiafu." I replied.

"I am Ye Yingcai's nephew, this is my husband." Ye Weiting also introduced Mu Wu by the way.

Because what I said was in the local dialect, Ana couldn't understand it, and stood on the side, looking a little lonely, and when I saw it, I pulled Ana forward and said: "This is a friend, Mu Jiapo's, who came instead of my second grandmother, and I can't understand the words here." ”

I really don't know how to introduce Ana, on this occasion, if you bring a friend over, it is disrespectful to the deceased, to say that she is my goddaughter, it is estimated that few people believe it, after thinking about it for a long time, I can only introduce her to someone who has a relationship with my second grandmother.

"Ye Jiafu, Ye Yingcai, and Mu Wantong's descendants are here, oops, they have all grown so big, they have all given birth to babies, and they are almost unrecognizable!" The man touched Mu Chuan.

The villagers are very good at being people, and he has grown so big with this sentence on his lips, as if he had seen us before, in fact, he may not even know that there is a person like us.

Everyone understood that naturally it would not be punctured, and then the middle-aged man welcomed us into the house.

Go in the door and put incense on it, and report where you came from.

I said, "On behalf of my grandfather Ye Jiafu, I came to see the old man, and I went all the way." ”

After the incense was finished, Ye Weiting then followed: "I came to see the old man on behalf of my grandfather Ye Yingcai, and I went all the way." ”

Immediately after that, Ana, I taught her once, and she stepped forward and said, "On behalf of my grandmother Mu Wantong, I came to see the old man's house, and I went all the way." ”

After we finished the incense, then the others put on the incense, and after the people in our village finished the incense, they were arranged by this man to rest in the side house, and during the rest, the old man in the village asked: "Wang Quanan, why did your father die?" I saw him hoeing in the field a few days ago. ”

This man's name is Wang An'an, and he is Wang Huaqing's eldest son.

Referring to this, Wang Quanan replied bitterly: "The weasel took a chicken away, and he went to chase the weasel and fell to his death." ”

Weasels weren't so rampant here before, but in recent years, people here have almost gone, and wild boars, wolves, and weasels have only returned.

Many people's chickens in Shetou Village have suffered, and it is not strange to see it.

Wang An'an said a few words, because there were other things to do, so he left first, and after he left, I asked the old man in the village: "Isn't Wang Huaqing an old bachelor?" How do you have a son? ”

"Wang Huaqing has a mother-in-law who died soon after giving birth to a baby, isn't it an old bachelor?"

I answered, and when I was curious, I had nothing to do, and watching them sit in a circle and eat melon seeds, I silently practiced the Tao.

Seeing that Ana was bored on the side, he said, "You go and talk to my sister and my brother-in-law, don't be bored all day." ”

"You don't talk to me either." Ana sulked.

I smiled, "We don't have much to say." ”

"Let's talk about my godmother, no, prospective godmother!"

"Ask my sister to go." I said, and then began to cultivate, Ana saw that I really didn't want to speak, so she walked to Ye Weiting's side, Ye Weiting knew that she was lonely and boring, and took the initiative to talk to her.

At noon, I symbolically sat down on the table for a while, and after eating, I went to hang the bride price with the villagers.

The names should be written in the bride price book, and I, Ye Weiting, and Ana are all the names of the older generation, because the relationship is not very deep, no one hung up the bride price of 200, and then returned to the side house and sat up.

Towards evening, a set of sound equipment was brought from outside, and mourning music began to play, followed by the sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers, and some people walked in with wreaths.

I looked at the words on the wreath, most of them were close relatives of Wang Huaqing.

This is also our custom here, the close relatives of the deceased must call a gong and drum corps and bring a wreath to pay tribute, the purpose of which I don't understand.

After dinner, we moved to the mourning hall and started the vigil, and the rich smell of paint made people's heads a little dizzy.

Halfway through staying up all night, Ana and Mu Chuan were a little sleepy, and Mu Chuan said, "I'll send them back."

After hearing this, Wang Quanan immediately said: "It's too dark outside, the road is slippery, don't walk at night, I'll arrange a place for you to live."

Mu Wu did not refuse, Wang Quanan then got up to arrange, about ten minutes later, Wang Quanan said: "It's arranged, come with me."

Ana was arranged with the other women to squeeze into one bed, while Mu Wu and Mu Chuan were in the other bed. In the countryside, sometimes men and women are very evasive, and sometimes they don't care at all, such as this time, Mu Wu and Ana were arranged in different beds in the same room.

In the middle of the night, the mourning hall was still extremely lively, but in the midst of this excitement, a loud bang suddenly sounded.

"Coming back to your soul so soon?" Some villagers said. Craftsman He Dongxue.

When a dead man returns to his soul, he always has to make some movement to prove that he has returned, and the loud noise just now is naturally regarded by them as a soul.

"It should be the pickaxe that fell, I'll take a look."

After speaking, Wang Quanan got up, picked up the flashlight on the side, and walked to another side room.

After about ten minutes, Wang Quanan came back, his face was a little pale, and even though the temperature was not high now, some beads of sweat appeared on his head.

"What's the sound?" Someone asked.

Wang Quanan was a little distraught, and was shocked for a moment before he said: "The pickaxe hanging in the iron-making room has fallen."

"You must have a lot of iron tools at home, right? Now most of the farmland is not planted, Wang Huaqing's things are not wanted, and it will be wasted if they rust and rot here, and it just so happens that my hoe is broken, so I will take a handful back from you. Someone said.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of thing, a hoe is not worth a few dollars, and it is useless to stay here anyway, and ordinary people will not refuse.

But Wang An'an said this time: "Where is it, it's almost delivered."

The villagers who made this request were a little unhappy about Wang Quanan's refusal, but they couldn't show it, and said, "Then I'll buy one in a few days."

Wang An'an's face was still pale, and he was absent-minded and laughed.

The vigil lasted until about six o'clock the next morning, when three more cannon shots rang out in another part of the village.

The night watchman listened to a spirit: "Which one is dead again?"

Less than half an hour after the gunfire, someone came up to report: "Please also ask the guests here to help, Widow Zhang is dead."

This widow Zhang, I heard the people in the village mention it last night, and I saw it, her voice was very loud, and when she opened her mouth, it was basically her voice.

A person who was fine yesterday died today, which is a bit too sudden.

After the briefing, half of the people here went over to help, and we stayed here.

After the people left, Wang Quanan pushed aside the sacrifice in front of the coffin, revealing a photo of the back of the sacrifice.

I was shocked to see the photo, which showed a small black mole on the man's ear, and the body I picked up in the tomb that day also had a black mole on the ear.