A thick, pitch-black beech coffin was set up under a large tree with two long benches, and many people were helping to prepare filial piety clothes, white flags, wreaths, and paper money, and women were also preparing dishes, chopsticks, and pots. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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

Almost all of them were busy with solemn faces, and there was a faint cry in the room, the so-called dead people are not old, this funeral must be completed today, tomorrow is the Chinese New Year's Eve, it is not suitable for the vigil and can not go up the mountain.

This small mountain village is far away from the city, even far away from the township, hidden deep in the mountains, so the law of cremation is not in place here, and the rural people also pay attention to the soil for safety, even if it is cremated, it is still necessary to bury it, so cremation in the countryside is basically meaningless, not to mention, the people of a village are considered relatives, broken bones and tendons, and the village cadres are also natives of the village, not only can not come out to block, but also use the greatest enthusiasm to help, cremation certificate, death certificate, it is their business in the future.

As for the cadres in the town, they are also relatives with the surrounding ten miles and eight villages, they turn a blind eye to each other, never get tired of looking at each other, sit alone on Jingting Mountain, no one wants to touch the mold of the dead, and the final result of insisting on law enforcement is that 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, which all rely on village rules and conventions, and the law is basically ineffective.

Yang Ling actually heard that since he heard about it, his divine consciousness has been paying attention to the movements of Zhang Sanye who was lying on the bed, and when he was dying, his mind was unconscious, and his breathing was like nothing, and he would indeed leave the world at any time.

Seeing Yang Benshun pulling his son to come in a hurry, Zhang Wubo was anxious and said, "Benshun, what about the tools you go back to find, I'm afraid it's too late to wait!"

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

Zhang Wubo's face was cloudy, he was surprised for a while, suspicious for a while, looked at Yang Ling several times and finally nodded, and then the three of them entered the house together.

This is a house built in the eighties of the last century with stone walls and adobe bricks, relatively low, the ground is rammed earth, not smooth, slightly damp.

Most of the houses in the village look like this.

In the bedroom, there is a faint smell and smell of the past.

In the old wardrobe, the old wooden window, the old big bed, and the slightly messy futon, Zhang Sanye's face was like a withered tree, his white hair was messy, his eyes were closed at this time, and his breathing was almost inaudible.

In the room, the silver-haired third grandmother sat on the chair in a daze, her old wrinkled face was very sad, Aunt Zhang was wiping her tears next to her, Zhang Peng and her daughter-in-law were standing by the bed with a child less than a year old, and their eyes were red.

Uncle Yang book's fingers pressed on Zhang Sanye's wrist, and when he saw the three people coming in, he took his hand away and shook his head gently.

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

Just this sentence, the tears of the fifth aunt and the third grandmother came down at once.

"Cry fart, isn't Dad dead yet?" Zhang Wubo impatiently pushed and pulled several people out of the door like a chicken, and then slammed the door shut.

This action confused the whole family, and Yang Shu was also very surprised and looked at Zhang Wubo, "Old Five, what are you doing here?"

Yang Ling walked straight to the bed at this time, looking at the old man lying on the bed, his heart was sour.

When I was a child, I didn't climb on the back of the third grandfather, the jujube tree at the door, almost one of the paradises, in summer, just by the river, the big tree shaded the sun, the third grandfather put a yellowed big bamboo bed under the big tree, sat on it to give a group of babies the story of the war, and in the autumn and winter, after the autumn frost, the jujube red purple, sweet and greasy, but it was my favorite when I was a child, all day and night and Zhang Peng and a few little babies waited under the big tree, thinking that the string should fall, and then coaxed together, the third grandfather stood next to watch happily。

In front of him, the third grandfather, who was originally healthy, suddenly lay on the bed, and he could no longer see the kind smile of the past.

Yang Ling slowly stretched out a finger and gently pressed it on the third grandfather's forehead, and a slight aura penetrated into his body.

Under the stimulation of the aura, the blood in Zhang Sanye's body began to circulate faster, and the heart returned to normal jumping, Yang Ling removed his fingers, then took it out of his pocket, took out a small porcelain bottle, and poured out a pea-sized gray-white pill into his mouth.

Yang Benshun and Zhang Wubo silently watched Yang Ling's movements and did not speak, and Yang Shushu also slightly understood at this time.

The Chinese medicine pills that Yang Ling brought back, all the people in the Yang family had eaten a lot, and he knew that this kind of pill was very magical.

In less than half a minute, Zhang Sanye's gray face, which was almost out of breath, began to appear a normal color, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad~!" Zhang Wubo excitedly pounced on him and held his father's hand, his face full of excitement and choking.

"Ploughman, this book is Benshun, why are you all here? And this is ...... Ling Wazi ......, "Although Zhang Sanye has just woken up, he quickly recognized all the people.

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

As the saying goes, red things are pleased, white things follow, rural weddings and funerals have their own sayings, weddings and daughters are all to be specially carried by the main family to bring gifts to the door to entertain, and white things like the funeral of the dead are acquaintances to take the initiative to help.

Under the big tree, at this time, in addition to the coffin, wreaths and white flags were placed for a long time, tables and chairs were also placed a lot, the young and strong were helping, the old were arranging and directing, how to put the wreaths, how to arrange the guests, how to make meals, firecrackers paper money, mourning hall erection, funeral routes, time was tight and the task was heavy, and the village chief had already taken a few middle-aged people up the mountain to dig graves.

From time to time, there was the sound of motorcycles at the door, and a large number of things began to pile up under the big trees.

"Hey~, the third aunt and the fifth daughter-in-law, why did you all come out, what about the fifth?" A middle-aged man who was arranging the mourning hall in the hall asked in surprise when he saw the trembling third grandmother who was helped out.

Aunt Zhang Wu suddenly began to cry, and Zhang Peng and the others also began to shed tears.

This cry, everyone in the courtyard knew that the third master might have died, so with the loud shouts of several old people, the scene became even busier.

Under the command, eight young and strong men struggled to lift the heavy pipes and walk towards the mourning hall.

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