At this time, Qin Caixing walked over to listen to the singer invited by the Liu family, a middle-aged man, singing a night funeral song.

In addition to the funeral song here is authentic, the rest are songs sung for the funeral, and there are many contents, including three heroes and five righteousness, detectives solving cases, marriage romances, etc., all of which are based on seven words of different lengths of rhyme, plus a mournful tone with a local drag, whether it is singing, howling, or humming, it can really create that convincing atmosphere.

The singers who sing funeral songs have never been assessed because they are purely folk artists in this area, who is strong and who is weak. But after singing the funeral song all night, there is a comparison, which singer sings the content or program is wonderful, and the audience present at the funeral has a number in their hearts.

There is also a more obvious difference, and capable singers laugh at more money, cigarettes and other money. When they came to the funeral house, they first found out the family and social relations of the deceased, and then logically used a more witty way of singing to the deceased's immediate family members, collateral relatives, and even acquaintances and friends who had a good relationship with the deceased during his lifetime.

This laughing is skillful, because the mourning family invites you to come, and the price is negotiated first, and then the part of the laughter is different, which depends on the singer's ability. Those who have the ability to naturally get a lot of money.

The so-called ability is not only to be able to sing a big book by rote, but also to act at the opportunity, for the relatives and friends of the deceased who are different in the funeral scene, temporarily make up songs and sing temporarily, so that the other party has no "way out", so he has to take out the money in his bag or hand over a cigarette prepared in advance to represent his personal identity or face.

At this moment, there was already a pile of cigarettes stacked high on the table beside the singer. Some of them gave back the money, but the singer only stuffed it into his purse, and because of the number of times he stuffed it, he couldn't remember it clearly.

Generally, there is only one singer invited by the mourner, but the singer will naturally bring one more person, either an apprentice or a peer, so that one person can sing for a long time and his voice can't stand it, so he will take turns.

It's late at night, and the singer is okay, he doesn't feel tired, and he is still singing happily. He sang a song about the ancient murder case "The Legend of Ugin", which made those mourners who sat by a pile of firewood and roasted the fire so warm that they fell asleep and ran away.

With this effect, it is not only thanks to his singing skills, but also his movements. That is, after singing a few words, he struck the cowhide basin drum sandwiched between his legs a few times with a drumstick; In addition, the apprentice sitting opposite also rang the gong at the right time, so that this kind of vocal prop stimulates the sense of hearing, which can naturally make people concentrate, listen to it unstoppably, and listen to it famously.

At the moment, Qin Caixing, as a ghost who occasionally encountered this funeral, was naturally in no mood to listen to any mourning songs. The first purpose of his visit was to meet his ex-wife Zhai Jiaoyue, whom he hadn't seen for many years.

He had already discovered Zhai Jiaoyue, who had a white filial piety cloth wrapped around her forehead and wrapped it straight to the back of her head, not knotted naturally, but knotted with a hemp rope; The two ends of Bai Xiaobu merged together and hung down along the back to the waist.

Because Zhai Jiaoyue, who looked a little sad with a blank expression, was sitting, the two ends of the filial piety cloth were swept to the hazy ground of the night. Many mourners are the same, no matter sitting or lying, the two ends of the filial piety cloth draped behind their backs are thrown under their buttocks, and the white is as sad as snow.

Qin Caixing approached Zhai Jiaoyue, and could only look at her, of course he couldn't talk to her, because after all, one was a ghost and the other was a human, separated by yin and yang, and they couldn't communicate with each other in words.

Suddenly, Zhai Jiaoyue put her hand into the purse of the down jacket and didn't know what she was digging for, her eyes were looking at the singer, and she listened to the singer's words against her-

When the oxen are tired of ploughing, they need to feed the grass, and when the horses are tired of running, they need to be fed.

Singer, what do I want to do when I'm tired of singing? No more, no less,

As long as the deceased's relatives give two hundred yuan bills.

The relatives of the deceased were not his parents and wives. Now Liu Yangsheng's parents are in the mourning shed and have not come out, and they have not paid attention to listening to the singer's singing. Naturally, Zhai Jiaoyue, who was the wife of the deceased, noticed that she couldn't be indifferent. But I still hesitated a little, and listened to the singer sing:

The dead are chattering this time, and from then on, yin and yang are separated indefinitely.

The two hundred yuan bill is not out, don't regret it, in vain to be a loving couple!

Zhai Jiaoyue suddenly stood up and shouted, Singer, stop singing. Then he walked over and handed him the two hundred dollar bill that he had taken out of his down jacket purse. The singer really stopped singing, took the money, and said thank you. Then start singing the other originals.

At this time, Liu Shiyan, who was sitting in the mourning shed, knew, he walked over slowly, stood in front of Zhai Jiaoyue, who was sitting back, and whispered, Jiaoyue, you shouldn't have given these two hundred yuan just now, when the singer came, he made it clear to me that he sang for one night (mourning song), 500 yuan. He also smiled at his relatives and friends and accepted a lot of cigarettes and a lot of money!

Zhai Jiaoyue remembered the lyrics sung by the singer, "The dead are noisy this time", so she said, forget it, he will argue this time.

After all, this is mourning for the deceased son, and Liu Shiyan is not good at finding a singer who is singing the original book to reason or argue. Although this is a tragic event, it is also a white thing. There is a folk saying that it is called the red and white happy period, and it should be lively. Liu Shiyan thought for a while: Yes, as long as it is lively, it is good to be worthy of his son.

Liu Yangsheng's hairy horse, who was sitting next to him and attending the funeral, heard what Liu Shiyan said, so he said to him, The current singers are all making money, I have an acquaintance who has been a singer for less than 10 years, has made a lot of money, and has also built a three-story western-style building at home, which is more generous than the western-style house built by your family. Nowadays, the people who eat this meal are good, they are considered capable people, they are also considered to be doing business, they are doing night business, sleeping during the day, singing all night at night, no capital, high profits, and don't pay taxes to the state, it's worth it!

Liu Shiyan did not answer, feeling that this was an occasion for the funeral of the deceased son, and it was not appropriate to talk about this topic. He turned around, walked around the crowd, and walked into the mourning tent, and sat beside the crystal coffin, keeping a watch for his son's soul with a sad expression.

Liu Yangsheng, as a dead soul, was picking up the money, stuffing the ground into his wet purse, stuffing it to the full, then went around the mourning shed and found Qin Caixing who was standing in front of Zhai Jiaoyue, he didn't say a word, he took out a handful of the money in the purse, handed it to him and said, Mr. Qin, take out all this money for you! I don't want it, I just want to ask you to take me to Macau to do something.

Qin Caixing was a little tempted, and thought in the opposite way: Liu Yangsheng does have something to be sorry for himself, such as his former wife becoming his former wife, this is not him scrambling, it is really helpless. Therefore, seeing that Liu Yangsheng was so attentive to him, he no longer hated him or no longer cared about him.

At this time, Qin Caixing did not immediately accept the money handed over by Liu Yangsheng, but only said that even if I promised to take you to Macao to seek work, you didn't have wet clothes, what if it was good?

Seeing that Qin Caixing didn't accept his money, he put it back in his purse, looking sad.

Qin Caixing has a way, as soon as his eyes rolled, he had an idea, and whispered a word to Liu Yangsheng, Liu Yangsheng nodded and said I'll give it a try.

What did Liu Yangsheng try? I saw him walk through the living room on the second floor of his small western-style building, stand in the living room and shout, and the family god came out. Suddenly, an old man with five willows and long hair flashed out of nowhere, looked at him with a smile and said, Yangsheng, the family god is here! Can I help you?

Something. No, it's fine. Liu Yang said during his lifetime, and took out a handful of dark money from his wet purse, stretched it out and stuffed it into the purse under the black robe of the family god, and continued, That's it.

Why should I give money? The family god thought to himself: You and your family have never burned incense or made offerings to me, just like without me, the family god, and now that you are dead, you will give me money, there must be a reason for this. He stared at him and asked.

Liu Yangsheng didn't answer immediately, and took out a handful of money and stretched it out and stuffed it into the purse under the black robe of the family god, and then took out another handful of money and stuffed it again.

The god jumped away and said that if you don't make it clear, I don't want this unclear money, and I will return the money you stuffed into my purse.

Liu Yangsheng put the handful of money back on his body, and then knelt on his knees in front of the family god, knocking his head a few times without stopping. When he heard the family god say don't knock, don't knock, he stopped. Raise his head, rub his hands on his wet clothes, and say, "God of the family, please do one thing, is there a way to dry my wet clothes?"

Yes, yes, you died miserably, before you died, this clothes were yang damp, and after death, this clothes became yin damp. Yin and dampness can't be dried with yang fire, that is to say, now there are a few piles of firewood burning in your funeral ground, which is a yang fire, and you can't dry it when you sit there and roast; This has to be roasted over a dark fire before it can be dried. When the family god said this, he smiled slightly and continued, you are looking for the wrong person, you should find the god of the stove, and he is in charge of the yin fire.

Liu Yangsheng asked, where is the god of the stove?

You call the Stove God a few times and it will come out. As he spoke, he reached out to the purse under his black robe and took out the money and returned it to Liu Yangsheng.

Liu Yangsheng stood up, leaned over and pressed his hand and said, Family God, this money will be given to you, thank you for your advice. He also patted his wet purse and said, I still have a lot of money here, I will pay him for doing something with the god of the stove. Besides, my biological mother in the Yang world, and other relatives are constantly incinerating me with money, so much!

Then I'll laugh it off. The family god stroked the white hair of his chin and said happily.

You're welcome. Liu Yangsheng said politely and politely, and then, according to the instructions of the family god, walked through the living room and went around the kitchen to shout to the god of the stove. But there was no response, and there was no reply.

Liu Yangsheng was about to go back to the living room to find the family god again, the family god happened to be standing behind him, and said to Liu Yangsheng, who was looking at him when he turned around, Yangsheng, I remembered, the stove god has been to the heavenly palace since you lost your life in an accident, and you may not be able to come back for a while, and I don't know when you will be able to return.

So what should I do if I can't dry my wet clothes? Liu Yangsheng asked anxiously.

Forget it, I'll get you a few pieces of yin wood to make a fire on behalf of the stove god, and dry your wet clothes. As he spoke, he pulled Liu Yangsheng and led him back to the living room and went up to the top floor of this small western-style building.

The family god looked at the large pieces of wood piled up on the side of the top floor, and suddenly frowned, and said no, it is too big, it is a waste to burn one piece, just burn half a piece.

So what to do? Liu Yangsheng asked anxiously again.

There's a way, you're waiting here. The family god went downstairs in a flash and called the door god at the gate of this three-story small western-style building to the top of the building.