Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 462 Funeral

  Man Bao was led by Lao Zhoutou and Qian Shi and stood at the forefront. Daochang Shouqing held a sword with a serious face, and muttered words in his mouth.

Regardless of whether he can really call the soul back, he is very dedicated anyway. Man Bao listened carefully and heard him chanting: "...so Zhou Yin and his wife died a long time ago, and they returned to their hometown without a place name to lead the fruit. Hereby I would like to express my heart...Call the soul back to the place of origin, receive the fruit and ascend to the immortal as soon as possible, inheriting this, the cold soul turned into a bibo immortal because of unsuccessfulness..."

   Shouqing turned around and stabbed the long sword forward, seeming to be clearing the way for the dead, staring sharply at the door, dragging the sword all the way to the mourning hall.

  Lao Zhoutou and Qian's both looked at Dao Master with piercing eyes, and Man Bao also looked at him with round eyes.

  Shouqingdao took a long breath, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat elegantly, then said: "The dead soul has returned, and it is time for funeral."

Qian suddenly burst into tears, turned around and threw himself on the coffin, slapped the coffin and cried: "Yin, silver, why are you so cruel? You haven't come to see my sister-in-law for so many years. The **** will pull you big, even if you come to a dream once..."

  Mori Kiyoshi's freshly dried sweat came out again.

  Man Bao had not had time to talk to him, he was grabbed by the little Qian, and stood in front of him with the big head wearing filial piety clothes and holding the tablet, "The time is here, let’s play the funeral—"

Feng and He hurriedly stepped forward to help Qian, and they burst into tears. The long-lost Friday Lang and Saturday Lang anxiously got in, standing on their coffins, and called Xiaoshu and Xiaoer. Who burst into tears.

  Don’t care if you can shed tears, just cry anyway.

  But Qian was really crying, even the little Qian couldn't help wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, choked up and said some comforting words.

  Lao Zhou's head was holding the cigarette stick, his eyes were red, and he walked at the forefront. There was a sound of suona, and everyone followed the coffin all the way out of the village, crying loudly.

  But the people in the village are actually not very sad, on the contrary, they are happy. Zhou Yin's burial in an upright manner, the big stone that weighed on the hearts of many people in the village was moved aside.

   is Lao Zhoutou and Qian's. Although their eyes are red, they are mostly happy in their hearts.

Starting today, in the coming New Year, Qingming Festival, and Dragon Boat Festival, when the Chongyang Festival needs to sacrifice to the ancestors, they can openly incense Zhou Yin and his wife and serve a table of hearty meals, instead of just sneaking in. Putting three sticks of incense in front of their graves, and even weeding the grave heads, they have to find some excuses...

   Their cemetery still chose to be near a piece of land, but changed from the left side of the old Zhou’s parents to the right side, and Man Bao followed the big head with a dazed expression and sent the coffin to the cemetery.

  Look at the people, put the coffin down, and then Xiao Qianshi wiped his tears and walked forward, pulling the two children to the front of the pit and saying: "Come on, let your aunts and nephews sprinkle this first piece of soil together."

  Man Bao ignorantly took a handful of soil and threw it on the coffin. Everyone shouted, and Zhou Dalang and others buried the soil in person.

  Zhang's family watched behind and pouted, and they were more particular.

   After the coffin was buried, the people of the old Zhou family had to make sacrifices in front of the grave again. The Taoist Shouqing led the people around the grave for thirty-six times. After reading the scriptures enough, it was considered complete.

Man Bao stood at the forefront with Datou again this time, knelt down to kowtow to the souls, but this time, Zhou Dalang’s seven brothers and sisters and the next bunch of sons and daughters also knelt down, except for Lao Zhoutou and Qian. .

After the children squatted their heads, Qian squatted on the ground. Maybe it was because she cried for too long. She didn't stop and sat down on the ground. She didn't bother to move anymore, burning paper money while muttering in her heart: You guys Don’t worry, my sister-in-law will help you raise Man Bao. She is a very smart and smart child just like you. You must also protect her health and safety...

  The funeral ceremony was over, everyone went home separately, Lao Zhou’s first family fell in the end, Man Bao cared about his mother, Qian smiled to her, although his eyes were red and swollen, but his expression was very relaxed, "Mother is okay."

These words comforted Man Bao, and she became happy too, grinning, and when she walked back, Man Bao glanced curiously at the graveyard next to her grandparents and said, "Huh". Look, mother, someone has come to weed the graveyard, but it's so strange, why didn't it get incense?"

The people of the old Zhou family were sweating. They didn’t think of an excuse yet. Man Bao had already turned around and ran back. He pulled out three sticks of incense from Zhou Yin’s grave, and ran back and inserted it in front of the grave of Xintu. .

  As in previous years, she said according to her parents’ instructions: “Whether it is the uncle or the aunt in the tomb, you can come and eat with my uncle and aunt. There are many ghosts and it’s also lively.”

After thinking about it, I felt that grandparents shouldn’t be left out of this matter, because they used to ask the strange grave master next to eat when they came to sweep their grandparents’ graves. It doesn’t make sense to invite this strange grave master instead of their own. Grandparents, aren't they?

   So she ran back again, pulled out three sticks of incense from the grave of her uncle and aunt to her grandparents and grandparents, and asked them to come over to eat and drink with her uncle and aunt.

  The old Zhou family just looked at it, and when she finished tossing, they took her by the hand and went home.

  Forget it, anyway, it’s a family, so if you eat together, you can eat together. If you want to come to Zhou Yin and his wife, they won’t mind.

  Only at the door of the house, I saw people in the village helping to clean up the dishes, chopsticks, tables, chairs and benches.

  Wash the dishes and chopsticks, divide them and return them to each house, and clean the tables, chairs and benches. Of course, it is impossible for the old Zhou family to do these tasks by themselves. Usually, the neighbors and the villagers help out together.

  The guests from other homes did not follow along to send the funeral together. After all, they were not related by blood, so they left early.

  Now all that is left is the Zhang family.

They were looking for something in the dishes at this time. A woman in the village yelled unceremoniously: "Don’t rummag. There are still leftovers in this year. Don’t smash the dishes. Lose it."

  Zhang's family curled their lips and withdrew their hands.

  As soon as the people from the old Zhou family came back, the people from the Zhang family immediately surged up.

Including the elderly and children, about forty people stood opposite the old Zhou's house. Seven or a half-year-old children were pushed to the front. A woman directly shouted: "Zhou Jin, what's the matter with your children? We are here. After eating noodles, what did your two sons and grandchildren treat our children like?"

Lao Zhou glanced at the children whose noses were blue and swollen, and even their clothes were torn a lot. He didn't ask his sons why they were fighting. He frowned and waved, "Okay, okay, what's the matter for a while. Besides, we just came back from the cemetery, you decided to stand in our way here?"

  (End of this chapter)