Mixed Miners

A thick, dark eucalyptus coffin is placed under the tree with two long benches. Many people are helping to prepare filial piety, white storks, wreaths and paper money. Women are also preparing chopsticks chopping boards and pots.

In just ten minutes, a traditional rural funeral is almost ready.

Almost all of them were so busy and busy, and there was a cry in the room. The so-called dead man was only a year old. This funeral must be completed today. Tomorrow's New Year's Eve is not suitable for guarding the spirit and not going up the mountain.

This small mountain village is far away from the city, even away from the township, and is deeply hidden in the mountains. Therefore, the law of cremation is not implemented here. The rural people also pay attention to the land, even if it is cremated, it still has to be buried, so the cremation is in the countryside. Basically, it doesn't make much sense. What's more, people in a village are relatives, interrupting the bones and connecting the ribs. The village cadres are also natives of the village. They can not only block out, but also help with the greatest enthusiasm, cremation certificate, death certificate. It will be their business in the future.

As for the cadres in the town, it is also a relative with the surrounding Shili Ba Village. One eye closes one eye, and the two look at each other. They sit alone in Jingting Mountain. No one wants to touch the dead, and the final result of law enforcement is No matter where you go, you will be poked in the back.

This is the ecology of today's rural areas, especially in remote rural villages and towns. It relies entirely on village rules and regulations, and the law basically does not work very well.

In fact, Yang Ling has been paying attention to the movements of Zhang Sanye lying in bed since he heard about it. It is the time of dying, the stun of the mind, the breath if there is nothing, and it is true that he will always go to the world to die.

Seeing that Yang Benshun took his son in a hurry, Zhang Wubo said anxiously: "Ben Shun, you go back to find the tools, I am afraid it will be too late to wait!"

Yang Benshun and Zhang Wubo glanced at him, pulling him to the side and swearing a few words.

Zhang Wubo’s face was inconspicuous, and he was surprised for a moment of suspicion. After watching Yang Ling’s eyes, he nodded and then three people entered the house together.

This is a stone wall adobe house built in the 1980s. It is relatively low, the ground is bauxite, not flat, slightly moist.

Most of the houses in the village are like this.

In the bedroom, there is a hint of old-fashioned atmosphere and taste.

Old wardrobe, old wooden window, old big bed, slightly messy bedding inside, Zhang Sanye's face is dry, white hair is messy, at this time his eyes are closed, breathing is almost intermittent Not smelling.

In the room, the grandmother with silver hair was sitting in a chair, and the old, pleated face was very sad. Zhang Wuyi was accompanied by tears. Zhang Peng and his wife were holding a child less than one year old. Standing on the edge of the bed, the eyes are also red.

The text of the eldest son's book was pressed on Zhang Sanye's wrist and saw three people coming in. He shook his head gently with his open hand.

After Zhang Wubo came in, he waved his hand to his son-in-law and his wife: "You must go out first and help your mother out!"

In this sentence, the tears of the five grandmothers and three grandmothers came down.

"Cry a fart, don't you still die?" Zhang Wubo impatiently blasted several people like a bang, and then slammed the door.

This action made the family feel puzzled. Yang’s book was also very surprised to see Zhang Wubo. “The fifth child, are you doing this?”

Yang Ling went straight to the bed at this time, watching the old man lying on the bed, the heart was sour.

When I was young, I couldn’t climb over the back of San Grandpa. The jujube tree at the door is almost one of the paradise. In the summer, just next to the river, the trees are shaded, and the three grandfathers put a yellow bamboo bed. Under the big tree, sitting on the top of a story that will be flocked to a group of baby, and in autumn and winter, after the autumn frost, the redness of the turn of the red, eating sweet and greasy, but it is the favorite of childhood, all day long and Zhang Peng also has a few small dolls waiting under the big tree, thinking that the string should fall, and then grabbed together, the three grandfather stood next to the cheerful look.

In front of him, the three grandfathers who were healthy and stunned suddenly lay in bed, and they could no longer see the kind smiles of the past.

Yang Ling slowly extended a finger and gently pressed it on the forehead of San Grandpa, and a slight aura penetrated into his body.

Under the stimulation of Reiki, the blood in Zhang Sanye began to accelerate the cycle, and the heart returned to the normal jump. Yang Ling took his fingers away, then rubbed it in his pocket, took out a small porcelain bottle, and poured out the peas from the inside. The gray-white pill was stuffed into his mouth.

Yang Benshun and Zhang Wubo silently watched Yang Ling’s movements without speaking. Yang’s book also slightly understood this time.

The Chinese medicine pill brought back by Yang Ling, all the people in Yang family have eaten a lot, he knows that this pill is very magical.

In less than half a minute, the gray face of Zhang Sanye, who had almost breathed out, began to show a normal color, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey~!" Zhang Wubo excitedly rushed to hold the old man's hand, his face full of excitement and sobbing.

"Growing, this book is shun, how are you here? And this is... Lingwazi..." Although Zhang Sanye was just awake, he quickly recognized all the people.

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Outside the house, more and more people gathered, and the young and old in the village almost arrived.

As the saying goes, red things please, white things, rural weddings and funerals have their own sayings, weddings and marrying women like this kind of happy things are for the main family to carry gifts to visit the door, and like the dead out of this white matter is An acquaintance should take the initiative to help.

Under the big tree, at this time, besides the coffin, the wreath and the white enamel are set a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~The table and chair are also placed a lot, the young and strong are helping, the older are arranged and Command, how to put the wreath, how to arrange the guests, how to do the food, firecracker paper money, set up the mourning hall, take the route, the time is tight, the village head has already taken several middle-aged people to go to the mountain to dig the grave.

From time to time, the doorway sounded like a motorcycle, and a lot of things began to pile up under the big trees.

"Hey~, Sangu and the old five daughter-in-law, how come you all come out, the fifth?" A middle-aged man who was setting up a hall in the hall saw the three grandmother who was twitched and was helped. I was surprised to ask.

Zhang Wuzhen suddenly burst into tears, and Zhang Peng also began to cry.

This crying, people in the yard know that Sanye may have died at the end of his life, so the scene is more busy with the shouts of several old people.

Eight young and strong men are under the command, and they are struggling to lift the heavy pipe and go to the hall.

However, they just stepped into the door of the hall, and Zhang Sanye's room was slammed open. Zhang Wubo and Yang Ling helped Zhang Sanye to walk out of the room with a smile. (To be continued.)