"Respect~"

"Mr. Xiang's Kaiwen in the sixth group of Yanghuai Village, CT District, GY City, SC Province, passed away on the night of Lu Yuewu in the second year of the lunar calendar.

On a sunny day, the world is dark, the old man in the hall ascends to the west, everyone hates Yan Jun in the underworld, the impermanence of ghosts and officials does not serve affection, the good and the bad are all killed, and there is no distinction between good and evil. Mr. is very respectful in the world, never bullies a person, does not prostitute or gamble on his family, works hard until he is old, and has no children and no daughters. There was a period of time when money and food were tight, there was no way to make a living, and he was poor and poor, and he didn't eat in his mouth, so he survived the days, and the hardships of his life were difficult to exhaust half a cent in three days. The policy is open and exciting, the abundance of food and clothing is good luck, to the old, to the old, and the Gu lost his life for no reason......"

"Respect~"

After Wu Shiqing finished reading the sacrificial text, the suona blew and the gongs and drums sounded.

This funeral is very special, because Xiang Kaiwen is a desperate person, there is no filial son and filial daughter to bow down, tomorrow's funeral and earth-opening process can save some links.

Wu Shiqing personally wiped his eyes for Xiang Kaiwen, buried the corpse in the coffin, put a bottle of Jian Nanchun in the coffin, used it as a funeral object, and nailed the coffin lid, which is the "town nail" (this is the "burial" in the countryside). Generally, the body will be collected into the coffin on the second day after the eyes of the deceased are examined, and here it is because of the urgency of time that Wu Shiqing will do it on the same day).

Town nails are somewhat particular in rural areas, and generally use seven nails, which are commonly known as "descendants nails", which are said to make future generations prosperous. Although Xiang Kaiwen is a desperate person, Wu Shiqing still follows this rule.

After Wu Shiqing read the memorial text, after the burial, the villagers stayed to eat. Dinner was not sumptuous, with a bowl of dried sauerkraut per person and a table full of "local specialties" from the mountains: mushrooms, wild fungus, cabbage soup and a few plates of bacon.

The villagers didn't pay attention to it, after all, Wu Shiqing was doing the funeral for outsiders, and there was no preparation in advance, so he was in a hurry.

They sat at the table, talking and laughing.

"Folks, coarse tea and light rice, just order it, just eat it to your stomach."

After Wu Shiqing greeted the guests, he went to the kitchen and served Wu Dan a bowl of sauerkraut and dried rice, but there was no soup.

"Dan'er, there are not enough dishes, so you can make do with a bowl of sauerkraut and dry rice." Wu Dan is also sensible, she took out half a small bowl of leftover kimchi from the kitchen cabinet, picked a pickled radish and took a big bite of rice in the bowl, Wu Shiqing poured a glass of boiling water and nibbled on a few hard steamed buns.

After dinner, a large part of the people left, and the women hurried home to sleep, Wu Shiqing vacated the guest room, set up a few tables inside, and arranged for the remaining villagers to play long cards.

Wu Dan went to sleep in the room after washing the dishes and chopsticks, and Wu Shiqing was alone in the hall to keep a watch......

Tie Zhu and Dayong took Ma Mingxiang to follow Yang Zhengguo to the mud pond, "You two go home and sleep, and leave the rest to me!" ”

Tie Zhu and Dayong looked confused, looking at the pond in front of them, "Village chief, don't kill anyone." ”

Yang Zhengguo was a little impatient: "If you are told to go, you will leave quickly!" Why is there so much? ”

Tie Zhu and Dayong glanced at Ma Mingxiang helplessly, sighed deeply, and left in a hurry.

"Ma Daochang, just now I was making a show for the villagers, only tying Wu Shiqing and not you, it is difficult to gag their mouths." Yang Zhengguo walked up to Ma Mingxiang with a smile and untied the rope for him.

Ma Mingxiang's face turned pale, and he muttered: "Village chief, you shouldn't agree to Wu Shiqing's request, that old boy is very treacherous, very good at demagoguery, and the villagers are all attracted to him." ”

"Chief Ma Dao, in front of so many villagers, I really can't refuse, that will damage my image as the village chief."

Ma Mingxiang patted the basket hanging on his waist: "Village Chief, no matter what, we must bring down Wu Shiqing this time, if anything changes, I will personally take action at the critical moment!" ”

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The villagers who stayed behind played a long card in the guest room for a night, and when the sky was bright, Wu Shiqing went to the kitchen to boil a large pot of porridge, put it in a bowl and brought it to the table in the guest room.

"Everyone drinks porridge, and after drinking porridge, we will go out of the funeral and bury."

Although these villagers all stayed up all night, some of them were in good spirits, while others were depressed and depressed, and this is the difference between winning and losing.

After they finished drinking the porridge, they went to the hall with Wu Shiqing, and wrapped a few thick hemp ropes around the coffin and tied it to the two rods on it.

"Rats, snakes, rabbits, and pigs take a step back."

Eight or nine people in the crowd took a few steps back.

Wu Shiqing glanced at the villagers standing in front, "Anyone who is currently unmarried, take a step back." ”

With that, a dozen or so people moved back a step.

Wu Shiqing counted the villagers standing at the front, no more, no less, there were just seventeen people left, and Uncle Zhang was among them.

Wu Shiqing patted Uncle Zhang's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, you are a lot old, so let's leave this hurtful matter to the juniors." ”

Uncle Zhang was also very upright, he nodded, and immediately moved his body to the back.

There were still sixteen people standing in front of Wu Shiqing, and these sixteen people naturally came to help carry the coffin.

The coffin is not something that everyone can carry, and generally the principal family will invite the coffin bearer to come, but this time the funeral was done in too haste, Wu Shiqing did not greet the coffin bearer in the village, Wu Shiqing had to temporarily choose some suitable people among the villagers to carry the coffin.

What does it mean to be suitable? First of all, it must be steady, but also have enough strength and a strong body; The second is not to clash with the deceased zodiac, preferably a married man.

It is said that people who are not married cannot carry the coffin because it will affect the marriage. The coffin is a bad thing, and it is easy to attract bad luck, and maybe the person who carries the coffin will be unlucky after carrying the coffin. Another theory is that the yang energy of an unmarried man is too heavy, and it is easy to suppress the yin energy of the deceased, so it is better for the person carrying the coffin to be married.

Although these statements are relatively superstitious, after all, they are customs inherited from ancestors, so there must be some truth to them.

Wu Shiqing said to the sixteen men in front of him: "This time, please help carry the coffin." The cemetery is in the Great Emperor Mountain, in this process, the coffin must not fall to the ground, and it is best not to go from house to house halfway, which is unlucky. ”

They nodded, and put the rod on the coffin on their shoulders, "Huh! Two! Three! Lift the coffin! ”

The villagers in the back made a way for the sixteen people. The remaining 20 or so villagers are those who play suona, beat gongs and drums, carry hoes, wreaths, paper bearers, and incense paper...... Wu Shiqing hung the toolbox on his arm.

Wu Dan washed a big pot of dishes and chopsticks last night, and is still lying on the bed, Wu Shiqing wanted Wu Dan to have a good rest today, and he didn't wake her up.

After the funeral, there were very few people who came to the funeral, and there were no tears from the witnesses, let alone the howling and crying of filial sons and relatives.

Wu Shiqing walked in the front as a "filial son", and even the portrait he was holding in his hand was taken from Xiang Kaiwen's ID card.