Chapter 609 Wind Burial (28)

"Be a wicked man?" The Lang Gao said in surprise and said, "Chen Jiu, what are you going to do? It's not... to kill Miss Wang?"

I shook my head and said, "It's really not possible. I can only let the deceased suffer some grievances. I can't watch Chu Yao buried it like this!"

He nodded, and without saying anything, he raised the previous question, saying, "Chen Jiu, where does the cost come from if you say you want to make the funeral bigger?"

I told him that the people from Wanmingta would gather some of them, and the other part, if we can get together, it would be impossible, so we had to borrow some money from Fatty Guo.

Then we started to raise money. Chen Tiannan searched the middle-aged men and raised a total of 11,000 yuan. Since I didn't know how much money I could raise from Wanmingta, I had to call Fatty Guo and borrowed him 30,000 yuan, totaling 41,000 yuan.

Fatty Guo didn't know if he was making money by starting a company or something, but in less than a few minutes, he transferred 40,000 yuan to me and said that the other 10,000 yuan was his gift. I didn't refuse this. This is the gift. Today I will hold a wine, and you will give me 10,000 yuan. Tomorrow, the other party will hold a wine, and you will have to add some to return it.

With this money, we were not idle and started preparing for the funeral. First, we asked Lang Gao to invite some opera troupes to make a lively atmosphere for Meng Ke tonight. Then we asked Lang Gao to list Chen Tiannan what to do for funerals, and then asked Chen Tiannan to take those middle-aged men out to buy things. As for the food issue, I went to Wanmingta hotel and negotiated the price with the hotel, so that they could arrange a day and a half food for 8,000 yuan, and they included all the ingredients.

After solving the food problem, I found a villager in Wanmingta who was familiar with the local environment and asked him to lead me to cut down some cypress branches and a few bamboos, intending to dress up the tent. After all, Meng Ke's coffin is inside, so the tent cannot seem to be no different from usual.

After cutting off the bamboo and cypress branches, I paid the villagers fifty dollars, which was his hard work. The villagers seemed to know me and didn't need money to lead the way. I said that in terms of funerals, as long as I tried, I had to give red envelopes. After all, he accepted the fifty dollars, so he left me a phone number so that I could find him if I had something to do.

As I said that, I ignored the man and drew a head as before, and then wrote a few small characters in the blank space, Lord Wang Lingguan and Marshal Ma. I was afraid that this would not work, so I wrote the birth dates and horoscopes of Wang Lingguan and Marshal Ma on the back of the paper man's head, and then burned some yellow paper in front of the two paper man.

"Brother Jiu, your painting skills are really the best in the world." The two middle-aged men next to him couldn't help but sigh when they saw the newly released paper man.

After writing down his number, I thanked him and went straight back to the tent.

After getting the mourning hall done, I found an Eight Immortals table, placed it at the front of the coffin, and placed a black and white photo of the incense cup, three animals and Su Mengke. Because Su Mengke was relatively young, I pasted a piece of red paper in the upper left corner of her photo.

After pasting the white paper, I remembered that Lang Gao did not need to buy Sanling and Marshal Ma. Fortunately, he bought bamboo strips and white paper, so I tried to tie a paper man with bamboo strips. Due to limited technology, the paper man I tied can only be described in four words, which is a terrible sight, especially the face of the paper man. For me, who failed the art class for a long time, this is undoubtedly a test.

After doing this, I clapped my hands, let out a heavy breath, and finally got the paper man of Wang Lingguan and Marshal Ma. Without any stop, I placed Wang Lingguan's paper man on the left side of the front end of the coffin, and then placed Marshal Ma's paper man on the right side of the front end of the coffin.

After fiddling with the Eight Immortals table, I looked at the coffin. According to normal funerals, two long wooden benches must be made under the coffin. The reason is that before the coffin is buried, the coffin cannot fall to the ground to prevent the deceased from absorbing too much yin energy.

Then, I found a lamp of immortality and placed it on the left side of the coffin. I told the coffin about the reason. Generally speaking, since the coffin could not move, I could only place the lamp of immortality next to the coffin, and I hope that the deceased would not be surprised.

However, the coffin could not move at all. In desperation, I had to bow to the coffin, burn some yellow paper, and then tell the whole story in front of the coffin, begging the local landlord to open the page. As for whether this statement is useful, I don’t know, but I know that some words must be explained in terms of funerals, and this rule cannot be broken.

After all this, I put the Yin soldiers and Yin soldiers whom Lang Gao bought back on the left and right sides of the mourning hall, and then pasted a piece of white paper on the Yin soldiers. The Yin soldiers' heads were about two fingers wide, thirty centimeters wide, and a line of words was written on it with a brush. The content was that on May 30, 2006, Chenmen Su's offering was offered.

In desperation, I took out the mantra I used to draw when I was a child. The mantra was that I didn’t have a big word, and I hang the wheel head on both sides. I didn’t eat for three days and beat a salted egg. Just these 20 simple words, I drew a person’s head.

I glared at the man and said, "What is not important is what you are painting, what is important is sincerity. Sincerity, even if you put a paper person on your own, it can represent the two immortals, Wang Lingguan and Marshal Ma."

Back at the tent, Lang Gao and Chen Tiannan did not come back. There were only two middle-aged men guarding the coffin in the tent. I asked them to help build the mourning hall. It took about two hours to finally get the mourning hall done. When I looked up, I saw that the mourning hall was a little different from what I had usually built. The door was bent into a semicircle with bamboo and some cypress branches on it. Every small distance was a lotus made of white paper. At the middle of the semicircle, there was a piece of white paper with the three words "being a big deal" written on it with a brush. On the left and right sides, I lowered my head to welcome the VIP, bowed my head to see off my relatives, and gave my ten big words.

At this moment, Chen Tiannan came back. As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned for a moment, then stared in my face for a while, then looked at the two paper men. Then, the guy held his belly in one hand and slapped the threshold of the mourning hall with his slap, laughing: "Jiu..., Jiu...Brother, what are you drawing? Hahaha, I'm so laughing. It's just this painter, hahaha, no, I'm going to go to the bathroom, my stomach hurts so much, hahaha!"

With a smile, the guy turned around and walked outside, smiling as he walked.

"Get back!" I cursed with a bad voice, and said, "Smile, if you have the ability, come and draw!"

He was stunned, stopped, and walked over, pointed at Wang Lingguan Paper Man on the left with one hand, and smiled and said, "Brother Jiu, look at the one you painted, your eyes were replaced with two circles, your nose and mouth were simpler, and you actually replaced it with the word "three". If you don't be a painter, you are useless to be a talent."
Chapter completed!