Our family's livelihood is more evil, and it is the dead man's money that is earned.

In ancient times, the criminal law was very harsh, like cannon branding, waist beheading, car splitting, and five horses splitting the corpse, there are so many tricks. Needless to say, I know how terrible it will be to come down like this. And those who do our family will inevitably have to deal with such corpses.

For example, if the cannon is burned to death, the corpse should be cleaned with clean water first, and then the animal fat mixed with rouge should be applied to the corpse, and then the facial features should be painted. It is more troublesome to cut it in half, because sometimes a person can struggle for a moment with a knife, and this moment of effort is enough to make the internal organs of the corpse a mess. When it was time to clean up, the corpse had to be hollowed out, filled with something like cotton, and sewn with shark thread.

Fortunately, in my generation, there are no more such messy tortures, otherwise it would be really troublesome.

As for me, my name is Lu Jing, I grew up in a small mountain village, and there are only me and my third uncle in the family. My third uncle's surname is Feng, and his name is Feng San, but everyone in the village calls him Feng Laogou, and I don't know why. The third uncle is not my own uncle, I was given to him by someone else. As for my biological parents, he wouldn't tell me, and I didn't want to ask.

The business that our family is engaged in is called the funeral industry according to the better way it is said now, but in the past, there was no such literary crepe name, and it was called the business of picking up the dead, mainly to help the corpse make up, follow the law, and by the way, look at the feng shui.

The traditional Chinese idea is that the deceased is the greatest, no matter whether they have money or not, they are always willing to spend on things after their deaths, so our family's income is generally acceptable. Just doing this line of work will always be taboo.

When I was a child, the children in the village were warned by their parents not to come near me, and to run away if they saw me. At that time, it was really hard, every time I saw them playing marbles and jumping rubber bands, I could only watch from afar. When I went to school, no one wanted to sit with me.

Because of this, the third uncle once thought about changing careers, such as opening a small shop in the village or something, but due to various reasons, it still failed to materialize.

After I was eight years old, I started to give my third uncle hands, so the most I saw were all kinds of corpses. There are those who hang themselves to death, those who drown in the water, those who are run over in car accidents, those who are poisoned by pesticides, those who choke to death from eating, and those who die of impotence......

One of the worst I've ever seen was when someone was run over by a train. At that time, the whole head was crushed, and when he was buried, the third uncle sewed a fake head with cloth instead.

I've heard people say that this thing is a bit evil. The one who died was a man named Wang Daming in our village, who had a relatively lively brain and belonged to the first batch of people in our village to go out and wander. At that time, there was a train station near the place where he was trading, and there was often a gray-haired old gentleman who used birds to tell fortunes.

In the evening of that day, Wang Daming was bored for a while, so he went to join in the fun, but he didn't expect to draw a lot, saying that he would have a bloody disaster within three days. This Wang Daming is also a domineering person, and he was furious on the spot, not only smashed the old man's stall, but also threw the bird with the pick on the ground and trampled it to death.

Where the old gentleman was willing, he went up and asked him to pay for it. Wang Daming pushed him away and ran away, but somehow his foot slipped and fell off the platform. Just then, the train whizzed by.

In addition to this, I have also seen one-year-old children being bitten to death by their own wolfdogs, and walking at night and being scared to death......

The more exposure you have, the more things you do.

A few years later, I was twelve years old. One evening, when I came back from school alone, I found a truck from the village parked right in front of my house. A lot of children were pointing around, and when they saw me coming, they all dispersed.

I went back inside and saw a few people walking out. The leader was a young man with a yellow face, frowning and depressed. looks very delicate, but the complexion is very bad. Behind him were a few tall and strong men, who returned to the truck and rubbed for a while, and carried down a coffin and put it in my house.

Even though I'm young, I can see something strange. In the past, I went to the mourning hall with my third uncle, and the body stayed for a few days at most, and then it was sent to the funeral home for cremation. But these people in front of me are not at home to keep a good watch, but send them to my house, there must be a problem.

"Please." The sickly-looking young man arched his hand at my third uncle, then took the others into the car and left in a hurry.

After they left, I asked the third uncle, is there anything special about the corpse that came this time? For example, last time Wang Daming, after the body was transported back, it was sent directly to my house, and we asked us to sew a cloth head.

The third uncle went to close the door, wrinkled his brows and said, "Damn, these people demand that they must be buried!" ”

"Burial?" I was a little surprised. In recent years, cremation has also begun to be implemented in rural areas, and most people will choose to go to funeral homes. However, after all, our side is a remote village, and the management is not too strict, and there are still people who steal burials from time to time.

This requirement should not be excessive, it is normal.

"Normal, normal fart!" The third uncle said with a dark face, "The burial, rituals and burials are all left to us, and they don't participate at all!" ”

I can't figure it out. It is our duty to enter the funeral, watch feng shui, and do things, but the funeral, no matter what, the family of the deceased is the protagonist.

I went to see the coffin, and it was quite grand. The coffin is made very thick, and according to the texture, it should be made of teak, and the cost should not be low. The lid of the coffin was covered with yellow prayers, and prayers for the death and some words of persuasion were written to abandon evil and follow good. The ink fountain thread pressed the prayer silk and tied the coffin vertically.

"Damn, this is a coffin!" I noticed that the coffin was larger than the normal one, more than a circle. Except for people in the industry, most people don't know the difference between coffins and coffins, and they are collectively called coffins. In fact, the coffin is for the dead, and the coffin is set on the outside of the coffin, which is generally used to put the funeral goods.

I touched it with my hand and immediately retracted it. The coffin was cold and cold, and it looked like there was ice in it.

"Look at this." The third uncle pointed to the ink fountain line that tied the coffin. I didn't see anything famous, but I just thought the knot was tied in a special way.

"You brain, are you just thinking about the little girls in your class? It's called the Seven Star Turnbuckle, I didn't tell you? The third uncle scolded.

"You've said a lot of things, I want to remember them all, isn't that going to heaven?"

I was impressed when he said that. This is a knotting method of ink fountain line, which only those in the industry who do our job understand. I'm a little surprised, this shows that there are already peers passing by, why do those people still look for us?

The third uncle asked me to step aside, and I didn't know where to pull out a thread, so I untied the ink fountain thread in three or two clicks, and worked with me to push the coffin lid open a crack.

The coffin was tall and large, so I brought a chair over and looked into it curiously. It was cold inside, no wonder there was a coffin, it turned out that this interlayer was used to hold ice cubes, and the ice cubes had melted a lot so far, leaving some ice floe.

In the coffin lay the corpse of a little girl, about the same age as me. Because of the ice, the corpse looked like a living person. There are no black spots, no rancid stench, but a faint scent. The little girl was wearing a bright red skirt made of silky fabric that looked like satin.

He is very good-looking, but his face is pale and his lips are black. But that's what a dead person should look like, and there's nothing special about it.

I don't see anything wrong.

The third uncle still pointed to the neck of the corpse and said, "What is that?" ”

I took a look, and the little girl had long black hair, divided into two strands, neatly combed and covered her chest, just enough to cover her neck. There's nothing wrong with that, several little girls in our class take care of their hair like this.

The third uncle told me to go in and check it.

I didn't say anything, put on a glove and climbed the wall of the coffin into the coffin. I used to put on makeup on corpses, and I've seen a lot of corpses. Moreover, instead of the unpleasant rancid smell in this coffin, there is a very good aroma, but it is cold, and the cold inside is overwhelming.

The third uncle asked me to take a look at the corpse's hair.

I did. As a result, I only glanced at it and gasped. There was a purple-red mark on the little girl's snow-white head and neck, which was blocked by her hair just now. It's not an imprint of something, it's a circle of fine stitches.

This little girl's head is actually sewn into it!

In the past, when there was beheading, the executed prisoner would sew his head back to his neck with a needle and thread before being buried. Later, after the Republic of China switched to shooting, this kind of thing is basically not seen. But it can't be said that there is no at all, two years ago, we took over a business, the owner was killed in a car accident, and the person's head was sewn back by the third uncle.

But this corpse, with the skin intact all over its body, could not have been in a car accident.

The third uncle asked me to take off the clothes on the corpse. I looked at him with embarrassment, this kind of behavior was already considered molested corpses, and it was absolutely not allowed in our industry.