After everything was cleaned up, Zhang Lan was about to lie on the bed to watch the mobile phone rest, Zhang Lan's mother called, and after connecting the phone, Zhang Lan's mother said: "Zhang Lan, you hurry up and clean up now, your third grandmother is dying, your uncle just notified people to go to the third grandmother's house." ”

Zhang Lan was shocked when she heard this, the third mother that Zhang Lan's mother said was the daughter-in-law of his grandfather's brother, the one who was passed out. At the beginning of this year, when Zhang Lan paid New Year's greetings, he heard that his third grandmother's health was not very good, after all, she was nearly ninety years old.

And she has been bedridden for almost ten years, and Zhang Lan can clearly feel the old man's will to die when she holds her hand.

In the end, Zhang Lan relieved the pain of the old man with 'Pudu Sentient Beings' and acupuncture, thinking that there would be a while, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

Zhang Lan hurriedly drove to her parents' house, picked up her father and mother, and drove to the easternmost part of the village to plan a new village.

Zhang Lan's father and mother walked into the house, and Zhang Lan stood in the courtyard and greeted several cousins to each other. After a while, there were bursts of crying in the house, and Uncle Zhang Lan came out to greet the uncles who were still in the courtyard and entered the living room.

In the courtyard, Zhang Lan asked the eldest brother Zhang Jialin next to him in a low voice: "What are you going to do?" Cremation or burial? ”

Zhang Jialin pouted at the living room: "Isn't that being discussed, what to do will have to wait for my mother's family to come." If you are buried, you will be buried in the middle of the night or tomorrow, and if you are cremated, you will be buried according to normal. ”

Zhang Hongwei, a cousin on the side, said: "It should be cremated, if you want to be buried, you won't call so many people to come." ”

"Qingjun is in the unit, Uncle Da Liang shouldn't let him be buried, let's take a look later." Zhang Hongjie followed and said.

After waiting for a while, two people hurriedly walked in outside, and not long after entering the house, there was a quarrel, and Zhang Lan also learned afterwards that Zhang Daliang, the son of the third grandmother, insisted on cremation, and the younger brother of the third grandmother and the daughter of the third grandmother were against cremation, thinking that it would be better to be buried or buried, and finally quarreled.

Zhang Lan and the others couldn't stand the cold in the yard, so they came out and found some dead branches outside the yard and burned a fire. Zhang Jialin took a few chopped firewood from the yard and threw them on the fire, and said while roasting the fire: "Wait, it will be the second half of the night as soon as the quarrel starts." ”

"If you make such a big move, you can't even bury it. What else is there to argue about. Zhang Zhipeng, the youngest of the cousins, spoke.

Several cousins laughed, and Zhang Jialin explained: "As long as the people in our village want to be buried, they can avoid some people at night." Those who want to be cremated are only considered if they have civil servants at home. ”

"What impact does the burial have on Brother Qingjun?" Zhang Zhipeng then asked.

"If you don't want to be promoted, it doesn't matter, but if you want to be promoted, it will have a big impact." Zhang Jialin thought for a while and said.

Zhang Hongwei stomped his feet, exhaled and said, "In the end, we still have to be cremated, just talk about things as soon as possible." In fact, there is no difference, you can still do funerals after cremation, and burial is the same as burying a chicken and dog, you can't do anything, it's better to be cremated. ”

Zhang Lan stood beside the fire and said, "It's almost, I don't hear any noise inside." ”

When she went back, Zhang Lan asked her mother: "Is my third mother buried or cremated?" ”

"Cremation, Zhang Lan, you will be a filial son in three days." Zhang Lan's father said.

Zhang Lan said speechlessly: "Dad, there are seven or eight people in your generation alone, where is my turn to kneel in the spirit shed." ”

Zhang Lan's mother spoke: "Don't listen to your father, it's nonsense." You don't need to go, just show your face in three days. By the way, I told Yongjun not to let her go, and when you go back, you will go to the hall to burn incense and then go back to the bedroom in the east courtyard. ”

"Got it." Zhang Lan opened her mouth and replied.

When eating the next morning, Qin Yongjun asked Zhang Lan: "What are you doing when you answer the phone so late yesterday?" ”

"Our third wife passed away last night, and she used to talk about things there." Zhang Lan replied.

"Then I'll use it then?" Qin Yongjun asked.

"You don't have to go, you just stay at home, I'll go alone." Zhang Lan said.

After eating, Zhang Lan moved the flowers in the treatment room back to the glass flower room, and with a thought of 'Indigo Sea', the blue brilliance was integrated into the watering can. Zhang Lan picked up the watering can and watered several pots of flowers.

As soon as he put the watering can back, the phone rang, Zhang Lan picked it up, took a look, and asked, "What's the matter, Mom?" ”

"Come here, your uncle will talk to you at our house for something." Zhang Lan's mother said on the phone.

After arriving at his parents' house, Uncle Zhang Lan and his aunt were sitting on the sofa chatting with Zhang Lan's mother, and when they saw Zhang Lan entering the house, Zhang Lan's mother said: "Zhang Lan is here, let's see what he says." ”

After listening to the uncle's narration, Zhang Lan knew the reason, the uncle Zhang Dajiang wanted to move the grave of Zhang Lan's grandfather, he thought that the two families had not been smooth in the past two years, Zhang Lan's father had a serious illness, Zhang Hu's business was doing and he lost money, which may have a certain relationship with the cemetery, and he planned to move the grave before the Qingming Festival.

Zhang Lan tugged at the corners of her mouth and said, "You can discuss this kind of thing with my father and aunt, as long as the place is good for us, I don't have any opinion." ”

Seeing that Zhang Lan had no opinion, Zhang Dajiang said with a smile: "I told your aunt and them yesterday, and they don't have any opinions, just call them when the time comes to move the grave." ”

"Have you found a place? Where I'm going to see. Zhang Lan asked.

"I just told your mother, she knows the place, and when she is free, ask your mother to take you over. I'll have to go to your third grandmother's house in a while to talk about things. Zhang Dajiang said.

After sending off the uncle Zhang Dajiang and the others, and returning to the house, Zhang Lan's mother said, "You just agree?" When your father was sick, he didn't talk about moving the grave, and this Zhang Hu hurriedly said that the feng shui was not good and he wanted to move the grave, and he had nothing to do. I see that the cemetery is good now. ”

Zhang Lan said with a smile: "It's okay, he wants to move away, I'll go and see that place later." There's nothing particularly good about it now, but everything that is powerful has been destroyed. As long as everyone in the family is safe. ”

Zhang Lan's mother led Zhang Lan to a col on the western slope of the village, and looked at the place her mother pointed out to him, and the corners of Zhang Lan's mouth twitched. It's a good place, but there's a mobile tower straight behind the hillside ahead.

Zhang Lan looked at it again with his merit and spiritual eyes, and it was an ordinary land, nothing special. Just be careful not to let the water on both sides of the hill flow into the ground.

It is a good place from feng shui, and I don't know who the uncle invited, and it should cost a lot of money to find this place. I remember that Zhang Hu and Zeng Fatzi had already gone around on this western slope before, but they didn't find it here.

(End of chapter)