"Grandpa Zhang, why did you come here in the middle of the night?"

Seeing that the person who came was a ticket, I politely said hello.

Zhang Ticket, in the next village, is a butcher.

He was a vicious man with a bad complexion on his face.

I have been afraid of him since I was a child, but because he always received pigs from our village when I was a child, and we children basically never scratched their mouths because of meat, I always kept him at bay.

He looked at me, didn't say anything to me, and walked straight to the mourning hall.

I looked back, Song Yan's face was pale, and when he gave way to a ticket, he turned around.

I didn't pay much attention to how Song Yan was, and most of my attention was on Zhang Yan.

His steps were a little stiff, and the whole person looked like a puppet.

And when I entered the house just now, I also saw through the light in the room, and there was no shadow of him!

Song Yan bypassed his old uncle and walked next to me.

I looked at Song Yan's trembling legs, and his crotch was still wet.

The kid was scared to pee.

"Brother Xiao Jie......" Song Yan called softly and said in my ear: "My old uncle was buried a few days ago. ”

My brain buzzed.

I thought he was just gone, so I came to see his old sister.

If it had been buried a few days ago, wouldn't it have broken through the ground?

Could it be that he cheated the corpse?

My eyes rolled, no, to deal with this, there can't be outsiders.

So I leaned into Song Yan's ear and said, "You go and call the boys next door, and let them go door to door to convey the news, and tell the villagers not to open the door if they hear any sound tonight." Also, remember one thing, don't be too loud when conveying, I'm afraid of alarming your old uncle. ”

Song Yan knew that he could leave the house, so he hurriedly ran away.

I saw that he was far away, and then I turned around.

"Grandpa Zhang, would you like to drink some tea?" I greeted.

Zhang Ticket looked at me and didn't say anything.

I'm not annoyed, there's nothing to worry about with a dead man.

Giving a ticket with tea, I said, "It's going to change outside, don't go." ”

If I'm not mistaken, he'll be gone before dawn.

After all, if he really cheated the corpse and broke out of the ground, he would definitely return to his coffin before dawn.

"I'm not leaving, I'm with my old sister."

Zhang Ticket suddenly came to such a sentence, which really made me confused.

How can a person who cheats the corpse say that he won't leave if he doesn't leave?

He is not afraid that the bull head and horse face will come to arrest people before dawn?

But after thinking about it, it has nothing to do with me, I'll just keep him.

I didn't want to cause trouble, and when it was dawn, he would disappear.

Two or three hours later, it was already the second half of the night, and Song Yan also ran back.

He may have been running outside for a while, and he looked pretty good.

But when he saw that the ticket was still at home, he trembled again.

"Brother Jie, why is he still here?"

Seeing him wince, I smiled and didn't reply.

I thought that Zhang Biao was already a dead man, and when it was dawn, it would be gone.

But I didn't expect that after dawn, I would sit in the mourning hall like someone who had nothing to do.

Grandpa Song came down from the second floor and saw a ticket, and his face changed greatly.

He looked at me inquiringly, and cast a look of help in his eyes.

I shook my head and motioned for him not to be too scared, if I could, just like a normal person.

We had breakfast as usual and nothing happened.

This also came as a surprise.

Dong Jing sat next to me, and the two of us looked at the ticket together, not knowing what was going on.

It didn't take long for Zhang Ticket's son to come, still carrying some pig liver and pig heart and other pig offal in his hand.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Zhang Ruo, Zhang Piao's son, was not surprised to see his father here.

This is the most incomprehensible to me.

"Ouch, Xiaojie is also there? When you come back, you won't sit down with your uncle. Zhang Ruo was casual, put down his things, and sat next to me and greeted me.

I saw that it was still early, so I also chatted with him.

"I see that there is nothing wrong with my uncle, so I will come back to my hometown to see, Uncle Zhang, what are these things ......you brought?"

Because before this, I had never seen a family hold a funeral, and relatives would send some pig offal.

Maybe it's a tradition unique to their family, but I'm curious about it.

"Don't say it, I looked for my father all night yesterday and ran around with these livers and hearts. Later, I thought that when it was dawn, I might go home, and I remembered that my aunt was gone, so I came over here to have a look. ”

His expression seemed to be saying something very ordinary, but all of you here knew that Zhang Ticket had been buried a few days ago.

So what does this mean?

"You said that you ran all night with pig liver and pig heart, just to find Grandpa Zhang, why are you looking for him to take these things?"

Maybe Dong Jing will think I'm pretending to be confused, but I'm really confused, I don't understand what he means at all.

"Don't you know, didn't your grandfather Zhang pass away some time ago? After the burial, after we finished eating, the village chief told me that something had happened in the grave, and when I went back to look at it, I found that there was a big gap, and I opened the coffin and there was no one left. My father was sitting on the sidelines at the time, and when he saw me getting his coffin, he ran up to me and beat me, saying that he was not dead yet, so why did he bury him? It dawned on me that the city said that this is called a state of suspended animation, and my father is not dead, so I am naturally happy, but he has to eat things like pig heart and liver for every meal, so I will prepare it for him and wait for him to come back to eat. Who knows where people don't know where to run......"

Zhang Ruo was still talking, and my thoughts had already flown to other places.

This matter is a big deal.

It may not be as simple as I see, and the ticket in front of me is indeed not a fraudulent corpse, but it looks more serious than a fraudulent corpse.

Looking at Dong Jing, she understood what I meant.

It's just that I'm not in a hurry to deal with the ticket now, I still have to bury Grandma Song.

The auspicious time has arrived, and we are ready to go.

The coffin bearers and they all arrived, and just as they were about to leave, Zhang Ticket suddenly knelt down and cried.

"Old sister, it's your brother who is not good and hurts you. When you get to the Nine Springs, don't blame your own brother. Your own brother kowtows to you and sends you up the mountain! ”

In my ears, there must be something wrong with that.

I stretched out my hand to help Zhang Ticket up, and comforted me softly: "Grandpa Zhang, the deceased is gone, you can mourn and change." ”

"You little rabbit knows a fart, I hurt my old sister." Zhang Ticket said, and began to cry again.