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At noon, the funeral car returned. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

The eldest son and grandson of the third grandfather held an urn in his hand, and got out of the car with the support of everyone.

When people heard the sound of the car, they gathered around and saw the picture on the box, black and white, and they left tears in their eyes.

Some people wept, some people were silent, the sun was extraordinarily violent, like a poisonous fire on people's bodies, sweat and tears flowed out together, and when they wiped their faces, it was a handful of salt.

The mourning hall had already been opened when people had finished breakfast, and Han Yi followed a group of young men up the Cockscomb Mountain, and deliberately broke new branches.

The mourning music started again, and Han Yi saw that the man's cheeks were bulging into a circle the size of a tennis ball, rolling back and forth under the dough, driving the horn to be high and low, looking mournful.

The urn was placed in the center of the table at the top of the mourning hall, and the golden millet was placed in the fresh incense burner, and the fifth master was the first to light the incense.

"Dad, the old and young masters of Hanjia Village are here, Dad!"

The fifth master was helped down by Han Yi.

"Master, you always watch from the sky, and see how your grandson leads the people of our Hanjia Village to make a fortune!" This is what Han Baozheng, the village head, said.

Every male member of Hanjia Village came forward to offer incense, and soon the incense burner was densely covered, and the smoke from the incense burned swam around the urn in the windless weather, and then dissipated.

"Master, I remember your words!"

Han Yi was the last to incense, and he didn't say anything, but just thought about it in his heart.

In the afternoon, another car came, and a wealthy junior among the relatives of the three ancestors brought a cart of paper cows and paper horses, boys and girls, and car color TVs.

Everyone was busy for a while, and when the busy work was over, there was no place for screaming in the yard, so they could only put the car and color TV outside the yard.

After working for a while, Mr. Yin and Yang, who was blind in the next village, came, was led into the yard, nodded to the village chief Han Baozheng, and then entered the chicken nest without saying a word, and directly brought out the biggest old rooster.

"All sheep, cows, dogs, and tigers must follow, don't follow the rest under the age of ten, don't follow over the age of sixty-five, come and follow a few young adults!"

Mr. Yin Yang was wearing a blue-gray hexagram, and under his black and gray hair was a pair of reading glasses, which looked to be old, and the frames and lenses were full of the outline of time that could be detected at a glance.

Mr. Yin and Yang, who is in his fifties, has a pointed mouth, like a wooden awl, and this man has no beard, so his chin looks round.

"Let's go!"

Mr. Yin Yang turned around and went out with the big.

The village chief of Baozheng said: "I have heard what the gentleman said, so do it!

Han Yi and a few young adults picked up the shovel and pickaxe in the yard, carried it on their shoulders and followed Mr. Yin Yang to the Cockscomb Mountain.

The old man was fast, Han Yi suspected that this person had practiced kung fu when he was young, and he could still keep up, but the other five or four young men were a little struggling, but they didn't shout anything, they just gritted their teeth and persisted.

Fortunately, the Cockscomb Mountain is not high, but it is a little difficult to climb.

A few people went to the top of the mountain, Mr. Yin Yang took out the compass from his pocket, tinkered for a while, and then led Han Yi and the others to a place overgrown with weeds.

Pointing to the ground, he snorted coldly: "Dig!"

Han Yi knocked it up as soon as he picked it, and the sharp pickaxe was coupled with Han Yi's strength, and all of a sudden it was all submerged inside, he stepped back, and with a hug of his hand, he opened the ground into a pit the size of the sole of his foot.

"Okay, that's it!" Mr. Yin and Yang's eyes lit up and he shouted, and the rest of the young people were not polite, and opened their arms and dug up.

There are many people with great strength, and they work fast, and in a short time, a three-meter-long pit that is up to the depth of people's necks will be dug.

"That's it!"

Mr. Yin and Yang said solemnly, and then grabbed the wings of the big in his hand, click, click,

"Let's go!"

Mr. Yin and Yang didn't talk nonsense after throwing the big in, and led a few people up and down.

Back at the third ancestor's house, Mr. Yin Yang drank a glass of liquor, and then discussed with the fifth master and Uncle Bao Zheng, everyone had lunch, and when the sun began to shift westward, Mr. Yin and Yang shouted: "Qiling, go to the small temple!"

The old and young masters of Hanjia Village began to gang up, lifting those paper figures, carriages, horses, cars, color TVs, etc., as well as fresh fruits such as melons, fruits, pears and peaches were held by the aunts, and the burned paper money was just loaded in three carriages.

The small temple is a mountain temple, which enshrines the gods and goddesses recognized by several nearby villages, the land.

The mourning music played in front, the white sails fluttered in the sky, and the people of Hanjia Village formed a long queue in front.

The small temple is on the bank of the river, and this small river, named after Hanjia Village, was later built when the geology was built, and it has also sent water several times in a few years, bringing down some fresh sediment.

Soon arrived at the small temple, people put down the things in their hands, and then faced the small temple, forming a semicircle, Mr. Yin and Yang stood on the side of the small temple, with a grim and cold look on his body, like the spokesperson of the gods in the mortal world.

He took out a roll of paper from his pocket and began to recite: "Today, there is a Hanjia Village person, Han Yanzi, born in the XX year of the Republic of China, who passed away at home early this morning at the age of one hundred and xx, ······ Today, I came to burn the customs clearance documents, forgot the ten halls of Yin Cao, and stepped into reincarnation, and sent wine and meat money strings, chatted about my heart, forgot the spirit of the master, and treated it well, on the XX day of July XX. Especially with this treasure land, the mountain temple immortal verification. The Kyushu government printed on the xx year, month and day!"

"Dad!"

"Grandpa!"

"Master!"

"Grandpa!"

The cry was like a lone wolf wailing at the moon.

The eulogy was read for a long time, and the sound of the wind came from the dry river, blowing the paper money piled up on the ground, and it made a loud noise.

Han Yi saw Han's father wiping his tears with a long fire-picking stick.

"Burn!"

As soon as Mr. Yin Yang drank it, black smoke billowed from the pile of paper money, and then the orange-red flames rose high and high.

"Paper people, paper horses, cars, color TVs······ Burn!"

Mr. Yin and Yang commanded, and everyone picked them up and went straight to the fire.

The fire is even hotter.

Han's father and a few uncles who came back stirred the fire with long sticks, and Mr. Yin Yang waited for a while and saw that everything was burned to ashes, so he shouted: "Pointing to the stool of the sail!"

Han Yi picked up a slender wooden stick with a bell and a string of copper coins hanging on it.

Han Yi shouted: "Master, take the money and things, and go to Xitian Avenue!"

"Master, take the money and things, and go to the West Heaven Avenue!"

"Master, take the money and things, and go to the West Heaven Avenue!"