My second uncle, I don't have any impression when I talk about it! It's not that he treated me badly, it's just that he fell out with my grandfather when he was young, almost broke off brotherhood, and moved out of the village. In the end, it was only the good friendship between the two juniors that they were able to barely maintain their relationship.

But that's about it! Because I remember very well that when I grew up so big, I had met my second uncle less than three times. Mainly because of the grievances between my grandfather and him, I almost can't see him during the New Year's holidays or something. And the reason why I was able to meet the second uncle three times was because after my grandfather passed away, he only came to my house for two or three years.

Now that I calculate carefully, my second uncle should be eighty years old. Living to the age of eighty, it seems that there are no regrets. After all, not everyone has this fate, and many rich people often die young! This is what everyone usually says, God closes a window, and will always open another one for you.

However, although my second uncle lived to be 80 years old, he was paralyzed in bed a month before he left, and he did not need to be taken care of by his relatives all the time. This is also a little inconvenience to the family, how to say that it is mainly the son of the second uncle, that is, my cousin, the family's economic conditions are not very good, and he does not work all day to take care of the elderly, which will cause some resentment in his heart.

It is precisely because of this reason that the latter story happened.

No matter how rich and powerful you are, when you are old, you will want to go back to the place where you were born and raised, until you slowly die. This is called the return of fallen leaves to their roots.

So, although the second uncle moved out of the village when he was young. But his last wish was to return to the village for the funeral and be buried in a row with my grandfather.

First of all, my family has lived in this village for three generations, and the total population is less than 300 now. It's a decent little village. As for the environmental conditions or something, it can only be said that it is average, and there is no special scenery. But there are also small clear rivers, large mountains and fields. I think there are so many villages in China, and basically everyone's environment is similar. Of course, now that the economic conditions are better, the environment in the village has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

This kind of village, put in the people of my grandfather's generation in the past, is to scold the people who changed the environment in the village for being bandits and forgetting their roots. Because they will say that it is this river that feeds you so much, and it is these fields that you eat. Now the fields have been filled in to build houses or factories, and the clear and sweet rivers have become stinking ditches where garbage floats everywhere and people hide. Undoubtedly, it is to destroy the feng shui in the village, and sooner or later it will be retributed. In this regard, everyone basically laughed at this, thinking that these old people should stay in the dirt, what age are they now, and they still talk about this kind of thing. It's a pity that there is a saying called 'If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you', which is not groundless, but a truth that has been verified by too many facts. I hope that everyone will take care of the environment around us and not destroy it at will. Give our younger generations a good living environment.

It's a bit far away, back to the point.

At the beginning of the 21 st century, China was actually in a very special stage, that is, the transformation of agriculture into industry. As a result, the economic conditions have changed a lot, and our village is a clear example. In the past, there were no cars in our village, but now when you come to the town, you can see a fuel tricycle with the name of our village waiting at the market entrance. As soon as the number of people is full, the owner of the car will start the car to our village, and after arriving in the village, each person will be charged five cents. It can only be said that the oil at that time was too cheap.

After a day and a night of long-distance bus, I traveled around the city on the shuttle bus, and after more than an hour, I finally returned to my hometown, Shuangjiang Town, which made me feel very dear. The reason for this place name is that there are two rivers with a width of about 30 meters in our hometown, which come together to form a large river that passes through Shuangjiang Town.

Coincidentally, today is the polder day of Shuangjiang Town. This made me happy for a while, because then I could buy a lot of things to go home and honor my parents. Although there are banks in Shuangjiang Town, the ATMs have not yet been equipped, mainly because there were too few people who went to the bank to deposit and withdraw money at that time.

So, when I was in the city to change trains, I took the time to go to the ATM and withdraw 10,000 yuan. After careful calculation, it seems that the money in the card is only about 70,000. It seems that we have to save some money, otherwise I don't know when I will become poor. Now it seems that having money is not a good thing either, because it makes people become profligate.

With that in mind, I bought two good cigarettes and two good bottles of wine again at the wholesale office in town. These are all for my father, and as for my mother, it's better to give the money directly. It's not that I only love my father, it's just that my mother is very frugal all her life, and even if she buys something moldy, she probably won't be able to eat it all. So, it's better to give money more realistically. In this way, even if she doesn't spend it, she can save it, and when she wants to buy clothes or something in the future, she can take it out and use it.

After shopping, I found the tricycle that led to the village. I sat on top of it and took off the backpack on my back and put it on my lap, after all, it was very uncomfortable with the backpack on the back of the car.

It didn't take long for more and more people to start getting into the car, until there was no place to sit in the car, and then the owner started the car and drove suddenly in the direction of our village.

In the car, most of them were people from our village. But what made me feel different was that I didn't know any of them! Is it because my memory has deteriorated or I got in the wrong carFor this, I also specially asked the owner whether the car was going to Xia Le Village. As a result, people insisted that you didn't make the wrong car, brother.

I later learned that these young women, who looked to be about my age and had children, had been married into our village from elsewhere. It's just that in the past few years, I have been leaving for three or four days except for coming back for the New Year, so slowly, except for some old faces, I don't know any of these new faces.

Half an hour of jolting made my ass ache for a while. I kept complaining in my heart about when the state would come up with a policy to build the yellow mud mixed boulder roads in those villages into stable cement roads.

"It's here! Everyone!" As soon as the owner stopped the car, he habitually braked so hard that I almost hit the canopy headlong. Fortunately, I was agile and quickly grabbed the guardrail in the car to stabilize my body. As for the other passengers, it seems that they have long been accustomed to this, and everyone pulled the guardrail early, and did not appear to look foreign at all because of this sudden braking.

I gave the money to the car owner, and I carried my things and went straight to the door. To be honest, at this time, I really wish I had a pair of wings, so that I could go home quickly, back to the house that made me feel warm and quiet, and talk about my experience of going out with my mother, eat peanuts and drink wine with my father, and imagine a better future.

As a result, my wish was disappointed. Because when I got home, I was greeted not by my parents, but by two locked wooden doors. Looking at the locked door, I estimated that my parents should be at my second uncle's house at this time, after all, it was my second uncle's funeral at this time, and it was naturally necessary for them to be there as juniors.

The door of my house is locked, and the house next door not far away is not locked. No, as soon as Uncle Lin went out to see me, he hurriedly said, "Yo! Isn't this a tree, why are you back, it's still two months before the New Year!"

Don't bother with my surname Liu, and my uncle next door is surnamed Lin. In fact, our village is a hundred family names, that is, everyone fled here to live and work in peace and contentment during the war years, and slowly evolved into a village.

"Oh! Uncle Lin! I didn't have nothing to do, so I came back early to talk to my parents. I smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes for ten yuan from my pocket, then took out a cigarette and handed it to Uncle Lin, and said happily: "Uncle, are my parents at my cousin's house!"

"Well, this is Hongta Mountain! It's a smoke! Good boy, it's developed on the outside!" Uncle Lin took the cigarette I handed over, took a closer look, and saw the word Yunyan written on the cigarette holder, and his eyes lit up, you must know that many people in the village smoked cigarettes for two yuan and five yuan a pack at that time, and even some old people smoked a pack of six cents. So, all of a sudden, I took out a pack of cigarettes for ten yuan, which made him a smoker, his eyes not bright, and he usually couldn't smoke this kind of good cigarette.

"Where, where! It's just a part-time job!" I politely greeted Uncle Lin, and then Uncle Lin went with me to my cousin's house. He didn't want to get me two more good cigarettes, he just wanted to help.

There is a custom in our village, that is, no matter whether it is a happy event, as long as there is something, everyone in the village must have someone to help. There may be two people from the family if necessary, depending on the situation.

Don't look at the small number of people in our village, but there are a lot of land, so that each house is separated by a distance of tens of meters. Coincidentally, my cousin's house is almost at the end of the village, which is like my house, which is only about 100 meters away from the head of the village.

From afar, I heard mournful music played by suona, gongs, drums, and trumpets, which is also a custom in our village. Whenever someone dies, they will ask someone to play a lamentation for the deceased, one is to be lively, and the other is to make the deceased happy.

Listening to the lamentation, I immediately asked Uncle Lin next to me, "Uncle! Met today."

The so-called reception is like this, no matter who is in our town, as long as someone dies, the customs are usually the same. The first day of death is called sitting night, that is, the relatives themselves accompany the deceased in the coffin for the night, during which someone must not sleep, can take turns to sleep. But usually everyone is in teams of two, or just plays cards all night. No one dares to be alone, and as for the reason, I think it goes without saying that everyone knows it. And the next day, it's called a reception. Mainly on this day, the relatives and friends of the deceased will come to burn incense and worship for them, and then invite professional lamentation performers to come and play lamentations for the deceased, and the host's family will arrange a meal for these people, which is one of the reasons why you need the help of the people in the village, help cook and cook, otherwise you ask the family of the deceased to do it, the last day of the deceased's home, it is called going out. This day is considered to be the end of the day, because at this time, the village people will nail the coffin lid of the deceased, and then make the relatives of the deceased cry in the customary way, and finally, a large group of people tie the coffin with a thick rope of a large tree and carry it directly to the tomb for burial. During this period, they are accompanied by lamentations, and when the deceased is buried in the ground, the person who plays the lamentation will leave. Leave the family of the deceased there to burn incense and worship the deceased, and that is the end of it.

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