I just came home late from work and wanted to have a good rest for a few days, but I was very sad to know that things came to me one after another.
In the morning, someone knocked at the door of my room at dawn. I woke up vaguely, full of anger and shouted, "Why?"
Grandma's voice rang out from the door. She said she worked in the isolation room and asked me to help.
I feel very reluctant. I only scold those bastards in the isolation room. I won't let people have a good rest when I go back. I'm fucking well informed. I asked, "What's the matter? I am sleepy. I will talk about it later. " Then he fell asleep with his head covered.
After a while, there was another knock at the door, but grandma woke me up.
I was annoyed and complained about climbing out of bed. Opening the door, I saw a white-haired grandmother standing outside. I asked, "What happened to the isolation room?"
At this moment, Grandma suddenly lowered her voice and whispered in my ear, "Rong Lin from the isolation room went to Nanyang for help this morning. I am old, otherwise you don't have to go. "
"Nanyang?" I froze, and I couldn't react at the moment. It took me a long time to wake up. "The so-called Nanyang is a paradise in the west."
I was shocked and sleepy. I said, "That Lin Rongcai is in his sixties. When I came back, I saw her standing on the side of the road with crutches to pick up olives. How can I say that she just spent the night? " ?
Zilan is a native product of this village. Flesh can be eaten and nuts can be bought, which is one of the main incomes of the elderly in the village.
I asked my grandmother how Lin Rong died. Grandma just shook her head and couldn't make it clear. It is said that she fell asleep and died. When my uncle woke her up the next morning, she found that her body was cold, the quilt was well covered and she didn't struggle.
Uncle is the wife of the deceased. He is in his sixties, with a slim figure and deaf ears. Every time he speaks in a low voice, he can't hear.
Grandma said: "It is best for people to die quietly like Rong Lin, without going to the hospital to suffer, and let the children care." She said that and turned and left. I stood quietly waiting for a while, not knowing the meaning of this sentence, but I could vaguely feel grandma's mood at this time.
I shook my head. Since such a thing happened in the village, I naturally can't sleep. Who told me not to suffer because of meanness? Everyone else worked hard and didn't come back until the Spring Festival, but I backed out halfway. It is estimated that at present I am the only handsome guy in the village who doesn't work or study.
I washed my face in a hurry and rushed to the isolation room without eating.
Grandma stopped me from behind and stuffed a handful of leaves into my hand.
I have a leaf in my hand, and some monks are puzzled and don't understand why grandma gave me a leaf. I am hungry, but I can't eat leaves, can I?
At this time, grandma warned me very seriously: "put this leaf on your body and don't lose it."
I am a little funny: "What is this longan leaf for?" You can't eat either. "
Grandma said, "If you go to help, you will bring some green. It will be very smooth and smooth, and other people who help will bring this. "
"Oh, I also went to help a few times before, how also see you bring me this? Why did you bring this this time? "
Grandma said angrily, "Who said no? Do you think I'm senile? "
"Is there?" I touched my head, afraid to answer again, and went out with a handful of leaves.
To tell the truth, it's not my will to help people die, but it's a village rule to help people at home. It can't be pushed, and it's not easy to push.
Cloudy and breezy, this weather is the best for sleeping.
There is a short mountain road from my home to my uncle's. The roadside is covered with tall bamboo, and the ground is covered with thick fallen leaves. As soon as the wind blows, bamboo wobbles and makes a strange noise of "squeaking". I can't help but stand up.
Mourning is a four-in-one house, an earthen house piled up with several mud bricks and covered with tiles. In the middle of a gate, there are wings on both sides, then there is usually a building, and above the building is a hall. This kind of house can generally live in several households, and each household does not invade each other. Get together in the lobby to chat and fart when you are free.
At this time, there were several burly men sitting on the bench in the door, probably carpenters. This happened in the village to save money. Generally, carpenters are invited to make coffins, and the wood is their own, which is much cheaper than buying the whole coffin from outside. After all, the countryside is not as good as the city. Put the body in a broken jar and cremate it anywhere.
Moreover, even if it can be cremated, people may not be willing. Rural people and urban people have different ideas. They are old-fashioned and most people believe in ghosts and gods.
I walked around the hall and saw that it was still early and no one outside had come to help me. Carpenters are holding a big bamboo tube and smoking on both sides of the door. Probably more contact with the coffin, which has a gloomy neon smell.
I don't want to get involved with these people. I smoked a cigarette and calmed down. I went straight to the death account counter. The village patriarch is in charge of the counter. When they saw me coming, they greeted me with a smile.
I handed a cigarette and said hello. The old man slowly took out a red envelope from the drawer and gave it to me. I took the red envelope and immediately put it in my pocket, then quietly returned it.
It is a rule to receive red envelopes. All the people who come to help must get the red envelope and put it on at the first time, so that they can get busy and be smooth. Of course, the number of red envelopes is not very large. Usually it's one yuan, just wrap it in red paper.
Folding red envelopes is also very particular, but it is not too difficult. I've learned it from people before. Just watch it a few times.
After receiving the red envelope, I smoked under the tree outside the house and watched my host busy.
Lin Rong has four daughters, a son, two grandchildren and a granddaughter. Now two grandchildren are back from other places, and the daughter-in-law is washing vegetables and cooking. Everyone's face is not pretty.
Of course, they seldom laugh in this case.
I think I came too early. Except the carpenter, the house is the owner, and other people who have come to help have not come yet. I am also embarrassed to ask the owner to find a job, which is better to do less.
The host told me to sit at the door for a while, and breakfast will be ready soon. I naturally don't want to stay with those carpenters, and I dare not run around. If I accidentally hit the house where the deceased was, it would be out of luck.
Finally, when breakfast was ready, helpers came one after another, washed their hands, took red envelopes and went to eat breakfast. At this time, I have to sigh that these people's concept of time is really accurate.
I also ran to wash my hands and prepare for dinner, but when I knew it, someone stopped me behind my back.
I turned around and saw that it was uncle. I knew something was wrong in my heart.
It's really no good for uncle to find me. I can't believe he asked me to bring the board that made the coffin of the deceased. I looked around and saw that everyone had gone to have breakfast, leaving only my uncle and I outside the house.
I whispered, "isn't it a carpenter's job to lift boards?" "
I told it to my uncle on purpose, but I knew he didn't seem to hear me, so he turned and left. I just remembered that he was deaf, and I couldn't help cursing, so I had to skin him and follow him.
The coffin board was prepared by the deceased before his death. The old people in the village are very clever. After 60, everyone began to prepare their own affairs. Some old people go to the mountains all day to find the grave where they lived after their death, and some even quarrel with each other over a good grave and curse everything.
I think this may be the helplessness of all the old people in the village and their eternal sorrow. People should prepare their own affairs before they die.
What is waiting for death in the hearts of old people? Aren't they afraid of death? I don't think anyone is afraid of death, but death is always a sad and helpless thing that you have to face.
The place where the coffin board is hidden is a remote and dark hut next to the big house. Generally, pigs are raised. Now that all the pigs have been bought, the house is empty. Grandpa pushed open the door and went in, and I followed closely.
It was dark in the small room, probably because the roof was covered with fallen leaves. I followed my uncle into the room. I only felt the rotten smell of grass leaves and the smell of pigs coming at me. I couldn't help holding my nose and turning my stomach around. It was really unusual.
Grandpa doesn't care about this. He threw the board on the floor of the small room without saying a word. I can understand his mood at this time, so I didn't talk to him.
The small room is broken, even the light is broken. After a while, my eyes adapted to the darkness in the room. Grandpa picked up a board from the ground and handed it to me. I took the board and peeked at his face.
I saw that his face was a little pale, his eyes were rosy and his eyes were drooping. Apparently, he cried. He asked me to take the coffin board outside to dry, so I did. Who told me to be so unlucky?
This coffin plate is not generally heavy. I estimate that this piece in my hand is about twenty or thirty kilograms, four or five inches thick, two palms wide and more than six feet long, which is several times thicker than ordinary boards.
I went into that dark little room again and saw a pile of tall boards on the ground, all the same as those I just moved out. I said to myself, "it's grandma's dear uncle. So many boards can probably make several coffins."
I moved the coffin plates out of the room one by one, and grandpa said a few words to me during the period, asking me how my work was, and I gave a vague response.
Probably moved about six or seven dollars. When I entered the house again, I saw my uncle turn his back on me and say to himself, "If I had known she was leaving last night, I would have stayed with her all night. I'm a good man and left without saying a word ... "
I was stupefied and carefully asked, "Don't you live together ..." I didn't feel right until I said it, and immediately stopped.
I don't know if my uncle can hear me, but he turned his back on me and said to himself, "She was watching TV last night. Before going to bed, she said,' I will get up early tomorrow and cook porridge for my son and grandson, so that I can cut bricks on the construction site.' When I woke up this morning, I didn't see her on the stove. I thought she forgot, so I went to call her ... "At this point, his voice suddenly trembled. People have been cold ... "
His son A Qiang has a new house outside the village and is under construction, so Rong Lin gets up early every day and cooks a big pot of porridge for Hadron and his grandson, but this day is an exception. ...
Listening to my uncle's soliloquy, I feel a little hairy and want to say something, but something seems to be stuffed in my throat, so I can't speak, and my chest feels stuffy.
At this moment, a carpenter came behind me, looked at the coffin board hanging on the ground and asked me, "Have you taken out all the boards?"
I replied, "It's all out. If it is not enough, there are still some inside. "
The carpenter nodded, took out a broken ruler and a black pencil from his pocket and put them on the ground to measure the board. I was curious and looked at it carefully.
The carpenter measured and measured, and his face suddenly changed. He whispered, "Why are there so many black ants on this board?" I followed his eyes, and sure enough, I saw that the coffin board on the ground was covered with black ants, so dense that I was surprised and looked into my hand. Sure enough, I found some black ants.
The carpenter opened the coffin board by hand and found some black ants on the back of the board. Thousands is the best word to describe it. He looked up and said to me, "Young man, take a broom and clean up the black ants on the chessboard. It's a pity that such a good material was ruined by this black ant ... "
I said to him, "I don't know where the broom is …" In fact, even if I knew where the broom was, I didn't want to get it. At this time, my uncle just walked out of the small room with a coffin board.
The carpenter immediately took the board from his hand and fell to the ground. Suddenly, countless black ants fell from the board to the ground. He said to his uncle, "why are there so many black ants on this board?" You must have put it away without drying it? " After that, he went into the small room. Sure enough, he saw a coffin board full of black ants lying on the ground.
I suggested at the back: "Using' black whirlwind' may work."
Uncle, get the broom and the black whirlwind.
The carpenter put two coffin boards on the ground together and marked them with a pencil. He said: "This is the ground, which needs the sky, two walls and two partitions. The boards destroyed by black ants can be used as partitions ... "
I thought nearby that the carpenter said "the ground" should be the bottom of the coffin, "the sky" is the lid of the coffin, and "the wall" and "the partition" are the four sides of the coffin.
After the carpenter marked it, he told me to move the board to the floor of the big house. Although I was very reluctant, there was no one else around at this time, so I had to recite two boards.
Fortunately, the elders of the clan also came to help me move, otherwise I would have moved alone, and I really had the urge to bump into tofu. This kind of work is not something that ordinary people can do, at least it needs some effort.
When the coffin board was moved to the floor, the carpenter began to get busy. At this time, the people who help me are busy after breakfast. I washed my hands, had breakfast and got a good job of "going shopping"!
There are two people traveling with us, an old man and a young man. From generation to generation, one is an uncle and the other is a cousin. As for what we want to buy, of course, we need things for the funeral, such as red cloth, white cloth, hemp rope, ever-burning lamps, flashlights, vinegar, butter, spices, colored chalk and so on. And, of course, food.
When we shop in the city, we must take mountain roads and highways. The means of transportation is motorcycle, and it takes more than half an hour to go back and forth. Plus the time needed for shopping, it is estimated that it will take three or four hours.
Because my car wheel burst, I drove my grandfather's motorcycle, three people and three motorcycles, and set off in a mighty way.
The mountain road is rugged. If people with poor driving skills can't walk at all, my skills are ok. It's not a problem for two adults to climb back from the foot of the mountain.
My uncle asked many questions about my work and personal life along the way, and I answered them all. Anyway, he doesn't know what I'm doing. He can say whatever he wants.
His uncle's house is on the side of the road, and his mother owns a small shop, selling groceries. It happened that the things we bought this time were also in her shop and stopped at his house.
I only buy cars, not shopping.
About two cigarettes. His uncle has packed his things, a sack full. He said to my cousin and me, "Who will take this thing back first?" Just let one person go shopping with me. "
I wanted to say let me go back, but it suddenly occurred to me that my mobile phone didn't seem to cost anything, so I went to the street to charge the phone bill, so I asked my cousin to take it back. My uncle and I went to the street.
But on the way to the street, I suddenly found that my mobile phone was gone. I stopped and looked all over, but I couldn't find it. It seems to have fallen into my uncle's shop.
I caught up with my uncle and asked him to call back to the store to ask. There was no reply on the phone, and I was in a hurry.
Although it's a fake mobile phone, it cost me three or four hundred yuan and I just bought it. It hurts me to lose it like this!
If it falls on the road, people will come and go on this road, and it is estimated that it is impossible to get it back.
My uncle blamed me for being careless and asked, "Do you want to call my mobile phone? Maybe the person who picked it up will send it back. "
I love face, shook my head and pretended not to care. "I can't come back. This god is destined to let me get a new mobile phone! " "In fact, at that time, the wallet was at most 20 yuan, which was still the cost of making a phone call, let alone buying a mobile phone. I guess I can't even afford a battery for my mobile phone.
Along the way, my mood was extremely painful. I bought something and hurried back. I secretly looked everywhere, hoping to get my mobile phone back with a chance of one in ten thousand, and the result disappointed me.
I was smoking under a big tree, the coffin made by a carpenter was gradually taking shape on the floor, and the woman (married woman) who came to help was preparing lunch.
At this moment, a man waved to me at the corner of the terrace. I'm in a bad mood and don't want to talk to anyone. My wife shouted, "Feng, come and help kill the chicken. We dare not kill them! "
"Depend! I dare not kill a chicken! "
I couldn't help cursing, but I went over and picked up a kitchen knife to help them kill chickens.
The sharp knife cut a hole in the chicken's neck, and the bright red blood suddenly gushed out and dripped into the bowl.
Suddenly, I was a little surprised. Among these raw chickens, there was a little hen, which looked emaciated.
When it was time to kill the little hen, the woman secretly said to me, "Be careful, this chicken is a dead chicken."
"Look at that dead chicken?" As soon as I heard the name, I felt something was wrong. I asked, "What is it to look at a dead chicken?"
Mother-in-law replied, "It's a chicken looking at a corpse."
I asked with a knife, "What do you think of killing this chicken?"
The woman said grumpily, the man is dead, and the chicken watching the corpse is of course dead. Kill it quickly. The incision should be smooth.
My heart is a little hairy. This little hen is so strange. I know she won't come to help just now.
Although I thought so, I killed the hen with a knife and fell to the ground. Looking at the blood flowing from the chicken's neck, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ear.
I listened carefully: "Shit, isn't this the ringtone of my mobile phone alarm clock?" Excited, I followed the sound and found my mobile phone in the corner of a window.
Holding a mobile phone, I am so excited! It's great to get it back.
I happily put my mobile phone in my pocket and went back to my mother-in-law, who asked me what I was doing. I told her that I lost my cell phone. She looked at me with strange eyes, and it took a long time to say, "I didn't expect you to be so lucky to get your lost mobile phone back."
Seeing my mother-in-law's eyes, I suddenly remembered that I didn't seem to pass by that place before, but how did my mobile phone fall in that place? No one else found it either.
I asked the woman in a low voice, "Where is the room where the dead are put?"
The woman looked behind me and said, "It's a room near the hall. The doors and windows are closed."
I turned my head and looked, "Shit, isn't that the room where I just picked up my cell phone?"
Although it is late autumn, near noon, but the sky is a mess, neither cold nor hot.
I felt much better after I picked up my mobile phone. Because there was nothing to do, I squatted on the ground and smoked while watching the carpenters busy.
Of course, the place where I photographed it must be far from the room where the deceased was.
There are four carpenters, all middle-aged and middle-aged men. One of them is estimated to be in his fifties with sparse hair. Most importantly, he is a flipper.
His right leg and knees are so high that he can't straighten normally. One leg is long and the other is short, so it's strange to walk unsteadily. I don't know if his legs were born like this or what. ...
If I saw such children in the village at ordinary times, I would make fun of them without any intention, but now I can't laugh.
The four carpenters have a fine division of labor, and I don't know how many times I have done this.
In a short time, a coffin was formed, except the lid.
I think the coffins made by these carpenters are a little different from what I saw before. Before I saw those people making coffins, they used an impact drill to put two boards through several holes and then nailed them together with bamboo. Although they are strong, they are not well sealed, and cracks often appear between boards. After some coffins are made, you can even see through the cracks.
Put a dead person in a coffin like this, and it won't take long to smell the body. If it is left for a long time, a lot of corpse water will flow out of the coffin seam, which is very disgusting.
Everyone has seen dead chickens and ducks, right? It won't be long before you can smell the bad smell and even attract a lot of insects and ants. In fact, so is the dead. After death, their skin will fester, and the fluid in their bodies will flow out along the festering skin.
This kind of liquid is called yellow water in our hometown, also called corpse water. People often say, "If yellow water flows out of a person's body, then that person is not far from death."
These carpenters are very clever at present. They dug a crack in one board and made a prominent diamond strip on the other board, so that the two boards could be tightly connected, very tight, and several bamboo nails were saved.
Other people who came to help were full of praise when they saw the coffin, saying that they were skilled and not as careless as people in other villages.
I looked at the coffins in front of me, big and small, with a wide head and narrow feet. Although it is half the size of a human body from the outside, there is only enough room for one person to lie down.
After a while, the lid of the coffin was covered, and two people made benches out of boards. They want to make two benches in the hall to put coffins.
After death, the coffin was put on hold in the hall, and it was not until the old master (Nanlu monk) finished fasting and performing rituals that he could come out of the mountain. Some people fast for three or four days, while others just spend the night, depending on the financial situation of each family.
The carpenter took four nails out of his pocket and put them on the coffin. I think nails are as good as bells, seven or eight inches long, enough to wear chilling.
Generally, only eight nails are used to make coffins, four nails are used at the bottom, and four nails are used when the museum is closed. Now carpentry is to hit four nails at the bottom of the coffin with a pig iron axe.
"bang! Bang! Hey! "
The carpenter struck the nail loudly with an axe, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him.
Rong Lin is buried tonight, so the coffin must be finished today, and her children must come to see her off, which is the last time a stranger sees her.
I heard that because of the hard times these days, after Rong Lin's funeral, the coffin will be kept in the mourning hall for four days and will not come out until the morning after four days.
In other words, Rong Lin's body will stay in the hall for four days. Four days is not a long time, but even a complete body, staying in a stuffy coffin, four days is enough to let it rot completely.
After nailing, carpenters padded the four corners of the coffin with fire paper (a kind of ghost paper). A carpenter took a can from a sack on the ground and poured it into a big bowl.
What comes out of the jar is liquid, bright red and has a strange smell. My heart tells me that this may be to paint the coffin red. I always thought that the coffin was painted with the blood of a black dog or other animals. I didn't expect this thing, but I don't know if there is anything else in it. ...
Outside, a carpenter is drawing something on the coffin head with a brush dipped in ink. I was curious, so I took a closer look. I saw him draw a circle on the coffin. I couldn't understand it, like a tadpole, but it looked like a plum blossom in full bloom.
After painting the head, he came to the end of the coffin and painted the same pattern. He painted very carefully and never said a word. I can even see his lips trembling.
At this moment, a voice called me in the kitchen. I was supposed to go into the kitchen to help cut vegetables.
I quickly answered and ran into the stove. I saw that my uncle was the only one in the stove, and I was simply too busy. At this time, most people in the village went out to work, leaving only some old people and children, so not many people came to help.
"Where is the chopping block?" I said gloomily, "How can I cut vegetables without a chopping board?"
His uncle didn't good the spirit way: "No way, you won't find it yourself?"
It seems that he is busy here alone, and I dare not contradict him. I replied and ran to find the chopping block. Passing by the house where the deceased was, I saw A Qiang, his two sons and a daughter holding a cooked chicken to open the door of the deceased.
"Isn't this the corpse chicken I just killed?" I hurried past them with doubts. Although it was a moment, I still saw the scene in the room through the door.
There is not much space in the room, you can see it at a glance. Because the door was closed, it was dark inside. The ground is covered with black mud, and most of the lime painted on the wall has fallen off, revealing yellow mud bricks. The room is divided into two floors, separated by boards, and the second floor is the attic. It is clear that people will make a "giggle" sound when walking on it. In fact, what surprised me was not these, but the man lying on the wooden bed.
A blue fire water lamp (ever-burning lamp) was lit under the wooden bed, and the rickety flame lit up the surrounding darkness. I saw the bed covered with a colorful quilt, which was very thick, and I could vaguely see a person lying in it sleeping. I don't know if the quilt cover is bad or other reasons. Her foot sticks out from the edge of the bed, and I see that foot is wearing a brand-new red cloth shoe. ...
I only see here, my heart has been mentioned in my throat, and I am a little short of breath before I know it. Fortunately, it was just a quick glance.
Walking past the house where the deceased was, I couldn't help sighing and cursing myself for being timid. Isn't it just a corpse? What is there to be afraid of? This man had nothing when he was alive, but it was a bit weird after he died. This may be the so-called psychological effect.
But fear belongs to fear, but my heart suddenly surges with a strong desire to see the dead man.
I swallowed saliva, quickly took out a cigarette plug from my pocket and smoked a few mouthfuls, trying to eliminate the inexplicable curiosity that surged in my heart. ...
I found the chopping block and went back the same way with a kitchen knife. In the distance, I saw Lin Rong's room. The door was wide open, as if someone was kneeling on the ground.
I couldn't help hesitating, secretly cursing myself: "These people, go in, at least close the door!" How bad would it be if someone passed by the door? Even if you don't scare people, it's a sin to scare flowers and plants ... "
I am cursing in my heart. Suddenly, someone came out silently, which startled my boss. It turned out to be my roommate's aunt, who was rushing to the kitchen with a handful of dishes in her hand.
Seeing that I had a chopping block and a kitchen knife in my hand, my aunt smiled kindly and asked, "Oh, chopping vegetables in the fire?" This young man is very diligent ... "
Naturally, I stood up. Hehe smiled and said, "Of course, who is diligent if I am not diligent?"
"Well, by the way, you can take this green vegetable to the stove and cut it for your uncle to cook!"
Before I could answer, my aunt pushed the dripping food into my arms, and I quickly clamped it with the chopping block, while my aunt smiled and disappeared into my sight through the open door.
I froze, and after half a ring, a sentence suddenly popped up: "Shit!"
Seeing my aunt pass by that door, my courage suddenly became stronger. I secretly said: "Her grandfather's grandmother's grandfather, others are not afraid of me ..."
As soon as I read this, I straightened up and walked casually to the stove with a cutting board as before. When I passed the door, I turned my head curiously and looked into the shady room again.
Seeing this scene, my little darling almost jumped out. The scene before us is terrible and can be described as weird.
I saw the quilt on the bed and I don't know when it had been opened. The man lying in bed is wearing a brand-new button flower dress and black bell-bottoms The socks exposed outside are green with red cloth shoes, like girls who sang big plays in ancient times.
Her posture looks natural, with her hands on her chest. If it weren't for this weird dress and those dazzling red shoes, it would really be like she was still sleeping.
Uncle Qiang, his two sons and a daughter are kneeling in front of the bed. In front of them, it is to look at the dead chicken. Uncle Qiang is lighting a candle with a pillar in his hand. The fire was lit by him, and several wavering shadows were reflected on the wall.
Uncle Qiang's two sons burned under the bed with a stack of paper in their hands, crying while burning. In addition to them, there was another person, a middle-aged woman, standing at the head of the bed with her back to me and facing the body. I vaguely saw her combing Rong Lin's hair on the bed with a wooden comb in her hand.
In the firelight, I saw Rong Lin lying in bed pale, his face stiff and fixed, his eyes closed, and his mouth vaguely seemed to be laughing, but he didn't seem to be laughing. That kind of expression, I found that I can't use any words to describe it at all. ...
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