The lost Sanbao buried his head and walked, and finally he saw the flashing lights at the intersection in front of him, let's take a ride to the city first, why can't he sleep in this wilderness tonight, Sanbao pondered, ran two steps, saw the headlights from far and near, and quickly rushed down the roadbed and waved his hand.

A vegetable tractor drove up, and the vegetable farmer stared at the guy who had rushed out of the grass on the side of the road.

"It scared me to death, I thought it was haunted."

"Uncle, can you take a ride to the city?" Sambo asked cautiously.

"Uh......" The vegetable farmer hesitated, after all, this remote place is often robbed by lawbreakers.

Sanbao saw his hesitation, and hurriedly explained, "Uncle, I'm not a bad person, I went to apply for a job above, and I came down late, really, uncle." ”

"Okay then, twenty."

"Twenty?"

"The diesel I burn here, from here to the city, it's more than ten kilometers, you see how much money you pay."

"Uncle, fifteen lines no, I ......" Sanbao asked tentatively.

"Okay, pay for it and get in the car." The vegetable farmer was too lazy to talk more, and he wanted to leave this place where even street lights were scarce.

Sambo was about to take off his backpack, but he found that his back was empty, and his scalp was numb. "It's over, my bag! Uncle, my bag is pulled on it. He shouted at the driver.

Sambo couldn't wait to slap himself in the mouth. He immediately remembered that when he took out his resume at the funeral home, he put his backpack at his feet, and when he went out, he just thought about applying for a job, but forgot to take his backpack with him.

"That's it, I'm not waiting for you." The vegetable farmer drove the tractor to the direction of the city, leaving only the three treasures who stood on the side of the road in a daze and regretted.

San Bao gritted his teeth, twisted around, and hurried into the night.

Sanqing Funeral Parlor is located in the eastern suburbs of Sanqing City, in the area of Bawangling, located in the valley between the two mountains. The predecessor was a Kuomintang military base left over from the Anti-Japanese War, which was once occupied by Japanese troops, and fierce battles broke out here, and the remains of dead soldiers on both sides are still buried in the pine forest around the funeral home.

Farmers who chopped wood often found dead people's bones dug out of the soil by wild dogs. In the underground of the building, there are hidden passages extending in all directions, because there has been an accident where children got lost and suffocated to death, so the municipal government sealed all the entrances and exits of the underground passages with brick walls, and even Director Wu did not know where the entrances to these tunnels were.

If you look closely at the exterior walls of the buildings, you will also find tiny cracks or cavities in the creeper-covered walls, which are left by bullet holes from bullet bullets during the war years.

In the 60s, it was transformed into a state-run funeral parlor by the government, and the "business" of Sanqing was so good that black smoke could be seen coming out of the tall incinerator chimney from the city every day, which meant that some people completely disappeared from this world every day.

The Sanqing funeral home is the only funeral parlor in this area, with good salary, stable work, sufficient "customers", and fully driven the local funeral industry.

Some of the bold ones simply contracted out their own hills and made them into cemeteries. But more than 30 years have passed, with the development of the times, the expansion of the city and population, the original smoking time, cycling can be visited all over the Sanqing County, has developed into a large-scale, population of nearly one million medium-sized cities, all the municipal facilities are seriously aged, can not keep up with the situation.

In order to improve the local cremation conditions, the city built a modern funeral parlor - the city's first funeral parlor. There is tall and bright, the style of the foreign, both from the hardware and software are far beyond the Sanqing funeral home, even the residents of the surrounding counties and cities are willing to send the body there, the city's first funeral home can deal with nearly 10,000 bodies every year, soon the prosperous Sanqing funeral home began to decline, the original traffic traffic intersection became inaccessible, the bus also excused the road to no longer set up a station here.

Merchants who made a fortune from the dead could not make money here, and they all moved to the tall funeral parlor. The only advantage of Sanqing is the low price and excellent scenery here, but the feng shui gentlemen who know how to do it have seen this place say that the five elements here are not pure, the feng shui is sinister, and the ghost is not gone. But if they are cremated and buried here, not only will the dead not be at peace, but even the contaminated living will be unlucky. Parents of local children, whenever they meet naughty bear children, they will say: Naughty again, send you to Sanqing. The bear children immediately obediently reined in and were so frightened that they didn't say a word.

In addition, it should be mentioned that a small amount of gold mines have been found in the area of Bawangling, so the illegal gold diggers who have come like locusts have blown up the mountains and opened mines everywhere, making the noise here restless, the living people want to be quiet, and the dead people are also quiet, so the living people have moved the dead people's cemeteries.

Soon, the sensational gold mine was also confirmed to be a poor mine, and the illegal gold prospectors, who could not make a profit, left only mountains full of holes and garbage, and then scattered. But it also hurt the Sanqing funeral home, after such a toss, not many people are willing to cremate the body in a place where the feng shui has been destroyed, buy a cemetery, and the feng shui masters with two knives are talking about the Tao, and the Sanqing funeral home is worthless. Most of the people are followers, and professionals have commented on this place, and no matter how cheap the fee is, they dare not send the remains of their family members to this cremation. There are only some indifferent poor people left to send the deceased here, they think calmly, how can they be unlucky, barefoot people are not afraid to wear shoes, it is a big deal to continue to be miserable.

Over time, the Sanqing City Funeral Home has changed from a prosperous time-honored brand to a poor child who doesn't care about his stepmother. The relevant government agencies simply sent the ownerless bodies or the victims of homicides to other funeral parlors that no one collected, and then gave some appropriate subsidies, which was barely enough to pay salaries, and could not even squeeze out the extra money to paint the walls, let alone replace the old-fashioned Soviet cremation equipment and other facilities. Director Wu could only give verbal promises to the disheartened employees that everything would be fine. But fools know that it is a miracle that the Sanqing funeral home barely supports until the 21st century, it is like a frail and disabled old man, crumbling in the wind and waves of the market economy, and may fall apart at any time and become a pile of rubble.

Because of the dispute caused by the failure of the cremator, Director Wu can't go back to his home in the city today. He called home and was about to go to the staff dormitory where Master Lu and the others lived for a night.

The two of them were just about to go out when the door was slammed open, and the young man with a decrepit face almost bumped into him.

Several people were startled, and before Director Wu could speak, San Bao glanced at the backpack at the foot of the desk, "Bag, my bag...... Forget". San Bao, who had just sprinted two kilometers, was sweating profusely, and puffs of white smoke rose from his head.

To be continued