At six o'clock the next morning, it was already dawn.

Meng Shi sat up from the bed, feeling that his head was a little heavy, his body was covered with goosebumps, and his nose was a little blocked.

I haven't been sick for a few years, and I caught a cold at this time.

I shouldn't have taken a cold shower last night.

"Is it up? Not early? ”

Brother Nian spoke as he walked up the stairs.

"Hmm."

Meng Shi answered, took out a white shirt and black pants from the duffel bag, put them on, and opened the door.

Brother Nian walked halfway and saw Meng Shi coming out, so he turned around and walked down,

"In the bathroom, the toothbrush and towel on the side of the washbasin are new, there are buns and porridge at the back door, you can go and eat directly, my brother-in-law went to the field the day before yesterday and couldn't come back, I went to Nanping to pick up Umlin."

Well, Lin is Meng Lin, Brother Nian's sister, and the eldest daughter of the uncle.

Brother Nian spoke and did things in a hurry, and went downstairs with a bang after speaking.

After Meng Shi finished washing, he went downstairs, and a group of people outside the front door were setting up a mourning hall.

The invited "master" is in command, and the helpers are all from the same clan and neighbors.

Compared with the wedding and funeral companies in the city, the rural funerals are all favors.

At the back door are the neighbor women who have come to help, and they are responsible for three meals a day these days.

The aunt saw Meng Shi coming down, so she beckoned Meng Shi to come over.

She pointed to the bags of white plastic bags on a table and said, "The two knots are the meat buns, the one knot is the vegetable buns, the pot with the lid is white porridge, the pot over there is vegetable porridge, and there are sugar packets and fritters over there, so you can take whatever you want to eat." ”

"Sister-in-law, it's wrong for you to do this."

The second aunt suddenly interjected.

A woman who came to help heard her say this and asked curiously, "This is the one?" ”

The second aunt turned around, deliberately lowered her voice, and nodded: "The third family, the one taken away by the divorce." ”

"Oh, they're so big!"

Meng Shi looked at the second aunt helplessly, he was a little annoyed.

The second aunt wiped her hand twice on her apron, then took a colander and took a ball of yarn from the pot and put it in the sea bowl.

Then from the basin on the side, scoop out a spoonful of fungus, toppings made of dried shrimp and shiitake mushrooms, pour it on the noodles, and finally use chopsticks to clip a poached egg and put it on top.

The second aunt brought the noodles over and put them on the table in front of Meng Shi, looked at Meng Shi and said with a smile: "Eat a bowl of yarn noodles, those things are what we eat." ”

This bowl of noodles has less noodles and more toppings, and it is a good bowl of noodles.

But on this occasion, the veil is for the guests to eat.

The meaning of the second aunt is obvious, you are a guest.

It's a pity that Meng Shi entered the family tree, and the ancestral tomb in Shangsongshan has his place, which was set by Grandpa himself, and the uncle is not qualified to change it, let alone her.

Meng Shi was now hovering on the verge of catching a cold, with bursts of chills on his body and a heavy head.

It's a bad feeling to know you're going to have a fever but not really start to burn up.

Meng Shi sighed.

He didn't know what the entanglement between his father's house and his second uncle's family was, and he was not interested in understanding it at all.

His father isn't dead yet, so he shouldn't have been in charge of this matter.

"Eat, wait a minute when it's cold."

The second aunt greeted warmly, then reached out and pulled out a pair of chopsticks, inserted them into the noodles, and pushed them in front of Meng Shi.

Perhaps this meaningless hint made her feel comfortable.

But Meng Shi looked at her with only helplessness in his eyes.

It's like a child's boring provocation, you sit well, the bear child runs over and kicks gently, runs away, kicks again, runs away, kicks again and runs away!

Although there is no real harm, it is really annoying.

Meng Shiren was uncomfortable and in a bad mood, seeing that she didn't look like an elder, but was as annoying as a fly, and finally became impatient.

So, in the second aunt's smiling face, Meng Shi picked up the chopsticks in the bowl, stuffed them into her hands, then looked into her eyes, and said very sincerely: "You must not get a house." ”

"Oh, you go fry a few more poached eggs, and in a while, Uh-Lin, um-Yu, and they will be there."

Seeing Meng Shi's response, the eldest aunt who had not spoken finally spoke, and then gently pushed the second aunt.

The second aunt didn't answer with a blushing face, and turned around and poured the bowl of gauze directly into the swill bucket.

Meng Shi felt like he had watched a play.

He was just a spectator in this play, but the people on the stage seemed to want to pull him on.

Meng Shi is not afraid of things, but annoying.

I found a small bowl, served myself a bowl of white porridge, and sandwiched a chopstick "shrimp skin fragrant dry fried pickles" mixed in the porridge.

It's a pity that the porridge is not hot, otherwise I would sweat, and maybe the fever will go away before it starts.

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The antechamber of the uncle's house.

Several red square tables were stacked to form an altar with incense and candlesticks.

On the left side of the altar was a paper villa, Meng Shi took a closer look, there were all kinds of household appliances in it, there were servants, and even a few cars were parked in the garage.

Useful?

Useless?

Meng Shi didn't know what to say, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, can I take the driver's license test below?

"It's better to be dead than alive."

Meng Shi turned around, and it was an old man wearing a robe and a crown hat who spoke.

This is the "master" who has just commanded the construction of the mourning hall.

Shigong is a profession that requires a lot of talent.

Meng Shi had an uncle who was a teacher, and he could write good calligraphy, play suona, play erhu, beat drums, and use golden cymbals that looked like two straw hats.

He also understands the heavenly and earthly branches, the five elements of gossip, writes talisman seals, and has a clear voice, and can sing longevity, short life, and premature death...... and so on dozens of sacrifices to the way of death.

Therefore, if you don't have talent and perseverance in this industry, it is difficult to learn to become a teacher.

However, this uncle, who has both talent and perseverance, has now switched to selling seafood.

Meng Shi estimated that when he was apprenticed, he never dreamed that one day dancing, singing, even undressing and jumping, would enter this industry and earn food with him.

What I didn't expect was that he still lost.

"You young people, don't you think this is a *fan*."

Meng Shi shook his head.

This ritual at least has a cultural heritage, and some funerals have long since evolved into deformities.

"You're the grandson of Liang Shi?"

This "master" turned out to be the same generation as Grandpa.

Meng Shi nodded.

"That's right, I'll write a taboo, you post it, and you will do it." After Shigong finished speaking, he turned his head and shouted to a middle-aged man who was setting up a table outside, "Where did Yue Huai put his pen and ink?" ”

The middle-aged people are more and more old, older than Meng Shi's father, and Meng Shi should be called Abo.

"I'll get it."

Abel answered and brought in a cloth bag.

Shi Gong took out the pen and ink inkstone in the bag, and the inkstone looked like an old object, but the pen and ink were obviously bought by Xinhua Bookstore.

The ink in the square plastic bottle, the 3.5 yuan label on it is still there.

The middle-aged man found a piece of red paper and spread it out.

Shi Gong stretched out his thumb and tapped a few times on the joints of his other fingers, and then began to write.

A good regular script.

Don't

Meng's surname is Liang Shigong

Birth of the year of the year of the month of the month of the day of the Shen time

When he passed away, he died in the year of Xin Wei and Ding Wei in the day

Today's master Meng Liang is contained in the year of Jihai Xinweiyue, Wushen, Jiyou, Gengxu, and three days of funeral

At that time, it will belong to the ox, tiger, rat, and the age of 8 to 11, please avoid

——Jihai year, Xinwei month, Wushen, Chenshi

- Meng Liangzai made a complaint

After writing, Ah Gong took out the seal from the cloth bag, put it on his mouth and sighed, stamped his name, and then used cinnabar and another brush to tick a small note underneath.

From this taboo notice, it can be seen that the master's name is Meng Liangzai, and he is the same generation as Grandpa, and Meng Shi wants to be called Grandpa.

After Liang Zai Ah Gong finished writing, he pointed to the banyan tree about 200 meters up the road, and said to Meng Shi: "When the ink is dry, you can take it and stick it there." ”

"One?"

Meng Shi thought it was two up and down, after all, there were two directions on the road.

"Rushing to the southwest, you can go up from the bottom, not from the top down, but now people don't want this, and they don't avoid this, so they should all go through a form."

Ah Gong said very open-mindedly.

Then he stretched out his hand and compared it in front of the mourning hall, and handed a bundle of red cloth to Meng Shi, "Hang from that household to that household, from top to bottom, with your hands and feet sharp, and hang it up best before the hearse comes." ”

This time, Meng Shi didn't ask why, and directly began to tie red cloth to the doorknob of each household from the position designated by Ah Gong.

When Meng Shi finished tying these dozens of red cloths in order, the ink of the taboo was dry.

Meng Shi took the white paste that I don't know if I bought it, or if it was Ah Gong's own boiling, and posted the taboo notice in black on a red background to the designated position.

"Ah Gong, what were you doing like this just now?"

Meng Shi learned to gesture a few times with Ah Gong's finger just now.

When I was a child, I watched TV and saw those fairy thumbs on other fingers, and then I calculated the heavenly opportunity, and today I finally saw that a real person used it, Meng Shi couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Oh, this one, it's just to push the sexagenary branch and the hour."

Ah Gong put down the pen that was writing the couplet, stretched out his hand, pointed his thumb at the first joint of his index finger, and then pointed it over in turn, saying: "This is the Ji, this is the year, this is the month, this is the day, and then pushes back A, B, C, D... The cycle is ugly, and the stems and terrestrial branches are all between these square inches. ”

He seemed to be interested, pulled over a bench and sat down, "The chronicle only needs to memorize the chronology, and the month only needs to take Yin, I will teach you to refer to the Jiri and the heavenly and terrestrial branches, this is the real knowledge, but you have to learn." ”

Although it was a little disrespectful, Meng Shi couldn't help but still say it, "Ah Gong, I will." ”

"Huh?" Ah Gong obviously didn't believe Meng Shi's words, and said: "The second day of the ninth lunar month. ”

This is the beginning of the exam.

Meng Shi turned his back to him, stretched out a hand and clicked a few times, and then said: "Jihai year, 癸酉月, Gengwu day." ”

Ah Gong nodded his finger a few times, and found that Meng Shi was not talking nonsense, so he asked again: "The eighth day of the sixth month." ”

Meng Shi turned around again, "Xin Weiyue, Wushen Day, it is advisable to accept wealth and sacrifice, and avoid breaking the ground and mourning." ”

"The ninth day of the first month."

"On the day of Jiyou, it is advisable to sacrifice and avoid burial."

"Ten."

"On Gengxu Day, it is advisable to sacrifice, and avoid mourning and breaking ground."

Ah Gong no longer reported the date and asked, "Did your grandfather teach you?" ”

Meng Shi took out his mobile phone, and the interface was a perpetual calendar.

It wasn't who taught it, and copied the book directly.

Ah Gong glanced at the interface, then reached out and clicked.

The eleventh day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar

Jihai year Xinwei month Xinhai day

The Yellow Emperor era is 4,716 years

Appropriate: Paying for money, praying for blessings, and opening the light

Don't: funeral, groundbreaking, burial, grave repair

Grandpa sighed, waved his hand, and said, "You like to be opportunistic like your grandfather, and he is always lazy to help people watch the days, and he always directly turns the pages of the yellow calendar." ”

In fact, after Meng Shi answered two sentences, he felt that his little cleverness was out of place, but fortunately, Ah Gong was open-minded and didn't care.

"This can look at the weather, look at the weather on the 11th."

Meng Shi clicked on the weather next to the calendar, and it showed that it was cloudy.

Ah Gong nodded and said to Meng Shi, "Okay, you go, the car should also come." ”

As soon as Ah Gong's words fell, the convoy of the crematorium drove out of the shelter of the suite.

At the beginning was a white hearse, followed by four buses.

The uncle, who was waiting at the intersection early, reached out and stuffed two packs of cigarettes into the car window.

Ah Gong patted Meng Shi and said, "Send it away, you kneel behind your uncle and second uncle for your father, and say that I arranged it."