Those who are not married cannot carry the coffin. All the eight men who carry the coffin are married. They go up the mountain and walk for a while, and they scream with "ohoh" in their mouths, which is a bit like a monkey.

After going up the mountain, the owner quickly ran to the front of the coffin with a few hundred dollars in his hand, and smiled and said loudly: "Pick up money, pick up money."

Then he took out one or two hundred yuan and threw it into the weed nest.

At this time, a woman will run out. The woman will pick up the money and run back. She will put the money in the pocket of the man carrying the coffin, and then repeat the process until all the 8 coffin carry people have the money in their pockets.

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Erpengju made a clear statement this time, and he told me that the women who helped to pick up money in the grass were all the coffin-carrying master's wife, and this was the salary for helping others.

Didn’t it rain heavily the day before yesterday? It was mud in the mountains and it was difficult to walk on. But these eight strong men were very steady and were more careful after collecting the money because they all knew that it was a taboo to land the coffin during their burial.

When I arrived at the reservoir and carried the coffin onto the earthen bun, my heart skipped a beat.

To the west of the earthen bun, a shed was built with a rain cloth to block the sun. It seems that it was really going to be buried on the ancient tomb seal.

"Slow down! Slow down the other end!"

"Everything is aimed at the bricks and loosen the bar!" Mr. Song greeted the man and placed the coffin on the bricks.

Seeing that the red coffin was calmly put down, he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "What about the rooster and sheep! All of them came out! Dig a hole!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four or five people ran out and started digging with shovels in their hands.

this....

Is this digging?

They dug a rectangular earth pit in just over ten minutes. I was stunned. It was too shallow. The depth of the pit was only half a meter above the ground.

"Er Pengju, are you burying people so shallowly here?" I asked.

Erpeng muttered and explained.

I understood, what he meant was that they were buried so shallowly, and when they visited the grave, they would insert a branch into the soil. Because the burial was shallow, the branches could touch the coffin underground, and knocked on the coffin with branches, which meant to tell

We are here to visit the grave, and you come out to spend money.

At this time, Mr. Song said loudly: "The sky is free, the earth is free, the yin and yang are free, and children's words are free, and today they will break the ground, which will be very good."

"It's noon the day, and it will open on the ground. On July 9, 2003, Li was buried and issued an imperial edict to the god of the land in Benshan. Once the earth is started, the descendants will have their descendants, the second is started, the fortune will have their blessings and fortune will have their own, the third is started, and the earth will have their own gold and silver will have their own.

, It will be a stable house and a prosperous life forever."

After reading it, he sprinkled a handful of grains and grains into the pit, and he yelled with a long tone: "Lu..."

Several people carried the red coffin again and slowly put it into the pit.

Next, Mr. Song took out a ink bucket from his bag, which was the kind of ink bucket that could pull out the thread. He asked someone to pull the thread and gesture on the coffin.

I haven't seen it before, and I thought to myself what this is. Isn't this a Mo Douban zombie? Could it be that Grandma Li in the coffin is about to turn into a zombie?

After reading for a long time, I realized that this ink-dog line is not used to rush the coffin, but to pull it out and look for the center line in the pit.

The process of falling of the coffin is called "sitting in the hall".

If the hall is high and low, or is tilted, it is very unlucky. Therefore, Mr. Song used the ink bucket in his bag to find the center line to ensure that the coffin finally landed in a horizontal position, just like hanging a thread when building a wall.

"Um....."

He squatted at one end of the coffin, looked at the Mo Dou line and said, "Use a bar on the other end, move it three centimeters to the left."

Someone immediately started to use a sling.

"good!"

"Stop moving! That's it, just right."

He stood up and said, "Come here, and finally touch the coffin."

Several men and women reached out and finally touched the lid of the coffin.

It was eleven o'clock at this time. The local rule was to bury before 12 noon. The sun was strong and it was hot to build a shed. Mr. Song wiped his sweat and said, "Buried the soil."

Because the buried was too shallow, the ancient tomb was not dug up under the soil bun, but was pressed on it. After filling the soil, I looked at it from a distance and saw that there was a small soil bun on the large soil bun.

The people slowly dispersed and went back to have lunch, leaving only the family members to burn some paper money in front of the new grave.

"Mr. Song, I'm done."

He was sweating profusely, and he fanned the wind with a fan and said, "It's over."

Then he immediately said: "This is a Feng Shui treasure land. I pressed the old coffin with a new coffin, which is equivalent to blocking the Feng Shui mouth of the entire Bai Jiangshan. Once it takes a long time, it will be beneficial to the descendants of the Li family.

of."

"Sir, I'm so attentive, don't you know if the gift is thick?" I asked him.

"Oh, that's all a trivial matter. My gift is only 500 yuan this time." He said with a smile.

I bowed and said, "Then I'll thank you sir. I'll thank you for my grandma Li." (Actually, I don't know what Grandma Li's name is until now.)

He shook his head and smiled, and put on his cloth bag on his back.

The food was ready last night, and a table was set up at the door. At noon, a large group of people were eating and drinking. The women chatted with parents, and the men bragged to drink.

I don’t blush my face and my heart doesn’t beat my heart anyway. No one knows me anyway, and I’m thinking to myself, “If you look at me, you should be able to dig it up, just how can I do it alone so that I can’t be discovered.”

This needs to be studied carefully. If you are caught, you will probably be beaten to death.

"What's your name?"

Suddenly, a young girl at the next table asked me.

I ignored it and continued to eat.

"Can't you tell me your name?" she asked again.

I turned my head and said, "Who are you? Don't bother me to eat?"

The girl's eyes rolled and she said to me with chopsticks, "That day I saw you come down from the Milk Taro Mountain, carrying a bag and a bamboo pole. At that time, I thought you came to collect the skin from other places."

"Skin-receiving?"

"What skin should I collect?" I really didn't understand.

"It seems you are not, I was wrong."

She said: "Skin collection means collecting toad skin. There are many toads in the reservoir. Not many people have come to our village to collect skin this year."

"Oh, then I'm not a skinny person."

I turned around and continued to eat.

This month, there are many toads in the wastewater reservoir. I live behind the Internet cafe, several miles away, and sometimes I can hear croaking at night.

People have been collecting it in the past few years in Tianjing Village. This year, there are fewer toad skins, which are toad clothes, and they are a kind of medicinal material. After they catch them, they will peel off the skin with a knife and sell it for money. This girl's family does this, so she asked me.

Is it here to collect the skin?

Seeing that I didn't say anything, she stopped talking.

After dinner, there was also a mourning hall activity in the afternoon and evening. I called Er Pengju to the corner and asked him quietly: "Er Pengju, do you want to make some money?"

He nodded immediately and said, "I miss you, brother, I can't do anything."

"How old are you this year?"

“I’m 28.”

"Then you are much older than me. Don't call me brother, just call me brother Feng."

"I have a job here soon, and the wages are... I'll give you 300 yuan, how about it? It's a lot."

"Damn! So much! What kind of work is it?" His face turned red with excitement.

"I haven't thought about it yet. When I think about it, I'll contact you, and you'll say whether to do it."

"Dry!"

"Don't worry about the work! I'll do it if you give me thirty dollars!"

"Okay, wait for me to notify."

I didn’t go to the mourning hall at night, but the customer had to pay a hundred yuan for one pressure.

After leaving the Internet cafe at around 10 o'clock, I took the flashlight and walked to the reservoir at night.

The toad "quacked" screamed loudly. As soon as I arrived at the reservoir and had not walked up the slope, I suddenly saw a large group of people walking down with flashlights, carrying a red coffin with shouts.

I was scared and quickly dodged the way.

I thought to myself that this is a fellow traveler? Tomb robber? Who is so awesome? It's blatant.

It was the Li Milk Coffin that had just been buried in the morning.

After the group of people were carried down, another pickup truck came, and they wanted to load the coffin into the truck and pull it away.

At this moment, a large group of people came to me, who were descendants of the Li family.

They looked angry, held a stick and pole in their hands, and asked loudly: "Do you want to die? What are you doing?"

The man on the pickup truck was not afraid and replied loudly: "Lao Quan! I have issued a notice with your family several times. Burials are prohibited! Burials are prohibited! Not only do you not listen, but you are also buried beside the reservoir!"

"Do you don't understand the law?"

"Tourist scenic spot! Both sides of the main road! Water source! No one can be buried!"

"We made three notices before and after you don't listen!"
Chapter completed!