I believe in ghosts and even his words. I have seen this trick, just like the old chicken-legged woman.

It costs 800 yuan, and I can eat, drink, smoke, and I can do it. Why do I give it to him?

After sending Manager Niu away, I found another remote place and looked at the letter paper.

The creases are very deep after opening the letter paper, and the edges are yellow and dry, and it is still a long time.

Very strange.

A wasteland was drawn on the paper with a pen, a tree was drawn in the ground, and a circle was drawn on the tree to represent the fruit, which might be a pear tree or an apple tree. The drawing on the whole piece of paper was very sloppy, just like a child painted it.

Also, next to the tree, three small words were written, "Not me."

Not me?

What does this mean?

I took out three more old photos and looked at them, but I still had no clue.

Think about it.

Tian Sanjiu said that he had investigated that there were only three participants in the cast iron Buddha incident at the beginning, and the Science and Technology Committee of the National Cotton No. 2 no longer exists.

The young Wang Xiaoqin died in 1958, Tang Xin died in 1999, and now Mr. Bai is also dead.

58 years later, the cast iron Buddha and the pagoda disappeared, and no one knew where the things went. I heard that the Xianyang Museum had investigated this matter after its establishment, but there was no result in the end. I couldn't understand the cicada.

I vaguely felt that Tian Sanjiu had something unknown, and Mr. Bai brought some secret to the coffin.

......

On this day, Bai's father bought the coffin from another place. It was a good nanmu coffin, without paint, and the original color was nanmu.

In the past two years, Xianyang City has begun to crack down on rural burials and advocate environmentally friendly cremation. It is said that it is to reduce unnecessary waste of land area and provide convenience for rapidly developing urban construction.

I went to help carry the coffin. The good nanmu is not heavy, and four people can lift it in one corner. I also watched the process of wearing shrouds for the old man in the body room.

It was very troublesome, because after a person died, his arms and legs began to become stiff. When he was wearing a mourning dress, the body was always poured onto the man. He wore the twelve layers inside and outside. After the old man put on his clothes, his face looked so thin, but his body looked fatter, and the overall condition was a little uncoordinated.

I asked a local man carrying a coffin why he had to wear so many clothes.

The man explained: "The number of pieces we wear here is even, not odd. The reason why we wear more pieces is because people will flow through corpses after death. If they wear less, they will leak out from both sides of their bodies, so we need to wear more pieces to prevent side leakage."

Grandma Bai Weiqiong found a husband in Xianyang. After looking at Mr. Bai's birth date, the gentleman said, "If the burial time is odd and avoid even, it is called avoiding disasters. Your husband died on the 20th. I have calculated the life. The burial time should be set at 6:15 pm on the 23rd, that is, after the sun sets, the coffin will be set to be sealed with soil."

The old lady wiped her tears and said yes, just listen to you sir.

At around 4 pm on the 23rd, the Bai family started to set off, with four cars, with big white flowers tied in front of the extended Jinbei car, and a coffin was pulled in the carriage, and the other two cars pulled some immediate relatives of the Bai family.

The last car was pulling the work to help, and I was in the last car.

"Where does the young man live?"

"Brother, I'm not a local, I'm from Northeast China. I come to Xianyang to do business and help my friends."

"Oh, I think you are not as big as Xiaoying. I am her second uncle. I think you are a good person. You can endure hardships and not be afraid of fatigue. If you really catch up with our Xiaoying, treat her well. After two years, the auditorium will be demolished, Xiaoying will have more than a dozen houses."

"ah?"

I know why her second uncle misunderstood it. Maybe it was because I ran around and helped me, which made people think of it?

Also, Bai Yiqiong's tone of talking to me these days has become gentle. Could it be that she thought so? I thought I was chasing her?

At around five o'clock, the funeral convoy arrived at the Northwest Guomang No. 2 Factory. At that time, Guomang No. 2 Factory had no gate, so there were a few pillars. There was a cement booth for standing guard at the door. There was a security guard in his fifties who was carrying a stool and sitting under the booth to listen to the radio.

The security guard looked up and said, he didn't stop the convoy and let us in. It should be the manager who took care of it.

After entering, the factory area was very large and was empty and could hardly see anyone. I asked Bai Yiqiong what was going on, and he told me the reason.

It turned out that the Northwest Cotton Second Factory was established in 1953 and was changed to Northwest Second Cotton Co., Ltd. in 1996. Last year, in June 2002, it was adapted into Northwest Second Cotton Group, integrating Shaanxi Modern Textile Factory, Er Cotton Import and Export Company, Daxing Dyeing and Weaving Industry Company, Ruijun Trading and other units.

We buried Mr. Bai in the first month. The second cotton mill expansion has not yet been completed. It will be put into March. There are only some decoration workers in the factory area.

The convoy took several turns and stopped after walking for nearly ten minutes. I remember that after getting off the car, there was a large wasteland on the left, and a building in the workers' dormitory on the right. There was no one in the dormitory in the factory for vacation, but there was only an old man guarding the door.

The burial pit had been cleared in advance. Bai's father looked at the time and said, "Everyone, it's still twenty minutes before the auspicious time. Everyone should have a rest. If you should smoke, smoke a cigarette and drink a thirsty water. Thank you for your hard work."

I got out of the car and walked towards the staff dormitory.

"Uncle, draw a pill?"

The old man looked at least seventy years old. He was wearing a patina military coat, and the sleeves of the coat were black and shiny.

"What a cigarette, then I'll get one."

"Come on, I'll order you."

The old man immediately covered the lighter with his hands.

"Huh... what's the smoke..."

"Uncle, how long have you been here?"

"Me?"

The old man smiled and said, "I have been here for almost fifty years. I worked in Ermian as a teenager."

"Yo," I said, then you are really a veteran employee.

The old man waved his hand and smiled, "The elder dared not say anything. Anyway, the chairman of Ermian now has to put a cigarette on me and call me Master Shengxing when he sees me."

"sharp."

"Hey, uncle," I pointed to a large wasteland and said, "We're going to bury people there later, you know?"

"I know, the deputy factory director has told us not to worry about it, but..."

"But what?" I asked.

The old man pointed to the wasteland, "But the feng shui of this place is not good. Old man Bai is buried here, it seems that he is thinking about it but his thoughts..."

"Uncle, do you know Mr. Bai?"

"Nonsense, he also worked in Ermian back then, why didn't I know him?" said the old man: "But after that incident, he resigned and went to Hai to do business. Later, he did a good job and built an auditorium in Nanshan."

I asked, "What do you mean by what you said...? Do you know why Mr. Bai was buried here by himself?"

The old man was so arrogant that he blew up the ashes.

"I've said that I've been with Ermian for fifty years! There's nothing I don't know about Ermian! Go outside and ask who I, Ermian, is."

"Did you see the dying pear tree?" the old man pointed.

"I saw it, what's wrong?"

He looked at the pear tree quietly, and the cigarette in his mouth burned to the cigarette butt, as if he remembered the past decades ago.

"Why......"

The old man sighed heavily and said, "49 years ago, Wang Xiaoqin in our factory hung on the pear tree."

"The factory manager was Wang Xinggui, and he is already dead now. When the steelmaking process was made, someone reported that Wang Xiaoqin, Tang Xin, Bai Tingli and the others had stolen scrap iron. After Wang Xiaoqin was caught, he issued a loudspeaker to criticize him. At that time, the entire Ermian said behind his back that they were thieves and their hands and feet were not clean."

My heart skipped a beat.

The word "scrap iron" caught my attention.

The old man recalled: "The scrap iron bought from Hanzhong in the factory at that time was reduced by more than 700 kilograms. I have never seen it before. I heard that it seemed to be a big iron Buddha. Wang Xinggui's wife was the director of the Style Committee, so she forced Wang Xiaoqin to hand over the stolen scrap iron."

I frowned and interrupted, "Is it because of this that Wang Xiaoqin was hanging?"

"Not it, it's not the main thing."

"Later, rumors spread in the factory, and they all said that it was a small report made by Bai Tingli in secret. He reported this matter. I don't know whether the rumors are true or not."

"Wang Xiaoqin was stimulated by the repeated blows. I remember one night in the twelfth month of 1958, she hung under the pear tree, with her feet hanging in the air. I was fetching hot water in the water room in the North District. When I ran over and saw it, the person was already taken down, and only a rope was left on the pear tree."

"Do you know why that wasteland has never been used?"

I shook my head.

The old man said: "In the third year after Wang Xiaoqin's death, the factory was preparing to build a toilet there. As a result, workers died while digging the foundation. The death was caused by myocardial infarction. In 1971, the factory was built again, but another person died."

"Later, some timid female workers in Ermian said that when they were fetching water at night, they saw Wang Xiaoqin under the pear tree. They said that Wang Xiaoqin was wearing her clothes before her death, and she spit out her tongue, and walked around the pear tree at night."

"There are so many rumors. Ermian people say that there are living people living in the dormitory and dead people living in the Pear Tree."

“And where we stand now.”

"It's this factory road separated in the middle."
Chapter completed!