He didn't know what to say here, but Huang told him that as we get closer and closer to your grandmother's body, the coffin will get heavier and heavier, as if there was a corpse lying inside. Because your grandmother's soul feels the call of the paper cow and is returning. So for a while, a few coffin bearers really couldn't lift it, so that the coffin fell to the ground, and you don't have to complain about bad luck, just look for it nearby.

"Yes...... But even if you find it? My grandmother's corpse...... Do you want to bury it again? Ma Chengfeng asked him again.

"The original tomb feng shui has been broken, don't worry, I have re-selected the yin house for the old lady, when you went to buy the coffin just now, this brother has dug it up. As long as that guy doesn't come to make trouble, there's nothing to worry about. The "guy" in Huang Zha Paper's mouth should be the wicked man who dug up his grandmother's grave and stole the body.

Ma Chengfeng was indignant in his heart, thinking to himself, your little brother Ma is still afraid that you won't show up today, as long as you dare to come out, even if you are the prince of Ma, I have to pull off a few of your beards, otherwise how can I be worthy of my grandmother's spirit in the sky?

The mountains of western Liaoning are not like Sichuan, Shaanxi and Gansu, although there are many mountains, but the mountains are not high. Huang Zha Paper led the funeral procession to beat and turn, accompanied by the moonlight. The four coffin bearers behind him couldn't hold on, and the sweat on their heads crackled and fell. Hu Xiaoli stuffed them with two hundred red envelopes alone, which is already a lot, and so much money is enough for them to do four games. But no matter how much money he has, he is not a big smoker of morphine, and his face is swollen when he sees that he is too critical.

"Old Huang...... Wait a minute, wait a minute...... Can you let my brother take a breath? Did anyone bring a stool in the back? Let's take a hand, we really can't hold on, the old arms and legs are no better than the young people. ”

It doesn't matter who it is, doing white things is different from doing happy events, even if you are the emperor Laozi, but anyone who comes to help your family, one is to give a red envelope, and the other is to give a smile. This is an important funeral rite. Ma Chengfeng hurriedly came over with a smiling face and lit a cigarette in his mouth, saying that he was tired of the four uncles, let's hold on a little longer.

"Oh, hey, I said Cheng Feng's little brother, it's not that our brothers think you have less money, we all knew your old lady when she was alive, she was a good person, you are not a bad young man, and the red envelopes you give are thick, can you say that you are lazy with a conscience? Can...... It's so heavy! I'm not afraid of your jokes, the four of us have been in this business for some years, but we have never lifted such a heavy 'happy coffin'. ”

Huang Zhashi glanced back at the four of them, in fact, he was like a mirror in his heart, if he wanted to change to himself, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for a long time. He said, the four brothers must not pick a child, we didn't bring a stool here, and the happy coffin landing is not good for the main family, this is our rule, you should know better than me, hold on a little longer.

Huang Tie paper deliberately did not bring a stool, as we said in the previous document. The coffin bearer also has his own rules, as long as the coffin is carried out of the mourning shed, it cannot be next to the soil until the burial, and it is not auspicious to land. But how can a poor family afford to hire eight coffin bearers? I heard that rich families used to hire 18 people, and the picture is auspicious. Ordinary people can only be four coffin bearers, if they encounter a bloated corpse, two hundred pounds, can they hold on to it after carrying it out for several miles?

Therefore, in the accompanying funeral procession, there are always two people following behind, resisting two long stools in their hands, as long as the coffin bearer can't hold on, put the two long stools together, and the coffin can fall on it for a while.

In the funeral procession, at the forefront are the paper cow and the paper boy and the girl, the boy and the girl have little significance. To find the old lady's body, you have to go straight to this paper cow. A child, about six or seven years old, was pulling a hemp rope in front of him, and the rope sleeve was tied around the neck of a paper cow. Huang Zhazhi said that the boy must not be more than 8 years old, and he can't tell what is in it, all of which are rules handed down from the ancestors.

At this time, the half-grown boy didn't know what he saw in front of him, so he was so frightened that he cried, let go of the rope in his hand, threw the paper cow, turned around and ran back.

"Uncle...... I'm not leaving, this game should be a thief, it seems to be ...... It looks haunted! The child got into Huang Zha Paper's arms and sobbed, so frightened that there was a mess under the crotch of his pants.

Huang Zha paper asked him what was going on, and he said that when he walked into this ditch just now, he suddenly saw tears flowing from the eyes of the paper cow he was holding in his hand, and the tears were blood red! It's scary!

"Oh...... Okay, Erxiao, go back with your father, this is a little bit of your big brother's meaning, go back to the house and play with your father before going into the house, remember, don't look back on the way back. As if he had predicted that the paper cow would shed tears when he walked here, Huang Zha Paper stuffed a red envelope into the boy and sent him away.

"Master Huang, is it ......" Ma Chengfeng looked around, this is a ditch between the two mountains, in the south, between the two mountains is a valley. But the mountains in the northeast are too short to be considered a valley, and in the early years, when the Liao River was not diverted, it belonged to the tributaries of the Liao River, and the middle ravine was the river. Even now, as long as it rains heavily, the mud in this ravine will surely touch your calves and stomachs.

On the right side of the ravine is a small hill full of fruit trees, but these trees are not cultivated by man, but are wild. The old people used to call this place Lishu Mountain, which is the origin of Lishutun.

Ma Chengfeng raised his eyes and saw that his head exploded with a buzz. This...... Isn't this Pear Tree Hill? How did you get here? Yesterday at noon, Xiao Man said that an old lady had taken her to Lishu Mountain, and that there was a sweet field in the ravine. Is this a coincidence? Don't......

Huang Zhashi nodded: "Almost, almost." He dragged the bronze compass in his hand, and the two hands on the compass spun so fast that they never stopped.

Behind, there was a sudden click, and everyone looked back, wasn't it the bamboo pole on the shoulder of one of the coffin bearers who was broken? Fortunately, the man was strong enough, and his shoulder was not broken. The four coffin bearers have been cooperating for decades, and they have a tacit understanding with each other when they have been doing this business all year round, and there have been occasional small accidents over the years, basically helping each other to get through, never saying that the coffin on the shoulder falls to the ground.

But this time, as soon as the other three brothers heard that the bamboo pole was broken, the one standing in a row quickly wanted to move to the broken side and bear the weight for the other companion.

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