Uncle Zhao wiped his tears, suppressed the pain in his heart, and said to me: "Master Jiu, I'm sorry, I'm a little out of my composure! Come with me, please please!"

Uncle Zhao walked in front, and I led Zhao Gao's body to follow behind.

From the entrance of the village to the Zhao family, Uncle Zhao did not dare to look back. As a father, he did not have the courage to face his son's body.

Gaoshan Village is already relatively poor, and most of the houses in the village are still adobe houses.

The Zhao family is no exception. Several adobe houses, even the courtyard walls are mud walls, with cracks on the walls, and they look shaky.

A mourning hall had already been built in the center of the yard. It was called a mourning hall, but in fact it was just a few pieces of black cloth, and a shed was simply built.

There is a black painted coffin in the center of the mourning hall, and the brand new coffin smells of paint.

There is a circle of small white flowers hanging on the wall of the mourning hall. There is a black "Dian" in the middle of the small white flowers. There is a long wooden table below, with Zhao Gao's photo, and white candles lit on both sides of the photo.

When entering the mourning hall, a woman was kneeling in front of Zhao Gao's posthumous photo, facing her back to us, constantly burning paper into the brazier. This woman was Zhao Gao's mother.

Hearing the sound of the corpse-guiding bell, the woman turned around. This was a typical country woman. She was actually in her early forties, but her skin was rough and cracked, and she looked like an old woman in her sixties and seventies.

Uncle Zhao walked to the woman and said in a stern voice: "My wife, our son... is back..."

"Son... is back?" Aunt Zhao's face was haggard, her eyes were dull, and she stood up tremblingly. If Uncle Zhao had not reached out to support her, she would have fallen.

"Aunt Zhao, your son is back!" I said to Aunt Zhao.

Maybe she knelt on the ground for too long, Aunt Zhao staggered to Zhao Gao.

"Look at him!" I said.

Aunt Zhao nodded, her expression on her face was very complicated. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly took off the black hat on Zhao Gao's head.

The moment she saw Zhao Gao, Aunt Zhao's tears immediately flowed out like a flood that broke through the dam. As a mother, we can't imagine the pain in her heart.

Aunt Zhao stroked Zhao Gao's cheek with both hands, and her weak body trembled violently.

In fact, Zhao Gao's current appearance is very terrifying, his face is covered with corpse spots, shrouded in a thick black air of death, and his eye sockets are deeply engulfed.

Perhaps for outsiders, they would not dare to touch such a dead body at all.

But for Aunt Zhao, no matter what Zhao Gao became, she is always her son.

Seeing Aunt Zhao's appearance, I couldn't pull her away, so I could only give Uncle Zhao a look.

Uncle Zhao understood and pulled Aunt Zhao to the side: "My wife, okay, okay, let's not interfere with Master Jiu's work, okay?"

Aunt Zhao held back her tears, bit her lip and remained silent, but was dragged by Uncle Zhao.

I asked Uncle Zhao to come and help him, hugged Zhao Gao head-to-foot, carefully put Zhao Gao's body into the coffin, and slowly closed the coffin lid, but the coffin lid was not completely closed, but two-thirds of it was closed, exposing the part above Zhao Gao's chest to the outside. This was done so that relatives and friends could see the last glance of the deceased, and then completely closed the coffin lid before being buried.

After relocating Zhao Gao's body, I gave Zhao Gao some paper and lit a stick of incense.

"Jiu Master, I have worked hard all the way and the car is exhausted. Please follow me to use some simple meal!" Uncle Zhao made a gesture of invitation and led me out of the mourning hall.

Liu Hongyi had just gone to the wing room to change her clothes and did not enter the mourning hall because she was wearing a red dress. Such bright clothes could not enter the mourning hall. On the one hand, it was disrespectful to the deceased, and on the other hand, it was because she was worried that it would cause a conflict.

By the time Liu Hongyi walked out of the wing room, she had already put on a green veil dress.

Although it does not look as sexy and enchanting as before, the green sash plain clothes add a sense of pure beauty and a unique style.

Although the Zhao family's family was not well off, they tried their best to buy us a banquet, which was enough with chicken and wine.

Uncle Zhao rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly: "Our Gaoshan Village is indeed poor, I hope Master Jiu will not dislike you!"

"No need to be polite, we corpse-driver don't pay so much attention to it!" Uncle Zhao and I hugged and clasped our fists and sat down openly.

Liu Hongyi and I were already hungry after two days and two nights. As soon as we smelled the aroma of meat, our stomachs became sour.

Liu Hongyi is a little very good. Although I know she is the daughter of a rich family, she is not pretentious at all. She never dislikes anything. For example, she had a big pot of vegetables with Foreman Zhao and others before, and for a meal in this countryside that was not very good, she did not complain or dislike at all.

Uncle Zhao sat down opposite me and drank with me.

Uncle Zhao raised his glass of wine, stood up and bowed respectfully to me: "Master Jiu, Miss Liu, this glass of wine is my old Zhao respected you! Mr. Zhao had already told me what happened in the Internet cafe that night. My evil son almost killed you, but you ignored the past and sent him back to your hometown. I remember this friendship in my heart, and I can't repay you. I've done this glass of wine!"

Uncle Zhao sincerely thanked us, and then drank the white wine in his glass.

"Actually, Uncle Zhao, I have to apologize to you if there is something!" I poured myself a glass of wine.

"June Jiu is so serious. Jiuer is the great benefactor of the Zhao family. How could he apologize to Lao Zhao?" said Uncle Zhao.

"On the way back, something happened, which caused your son's shoulder to hurt a piece of flesh! It was my dereliction of duty if he didn't try to ensure the integrity of the God of Joy!" I held up the wine glass with both hands and apologized to Uncle Zhao.

"Justice Jiuchen, you can drive my son's body back...it's already very good. I, Lao Zhao, thank you too much, how could you blame you?" Uncle Zhao said.

I took out two thousand dollars from my pocket and put it in front of Uncle Zhao.

Uncle Zhao looked at me in confusion: "Master Jiu, what do you mean by...?"

"Compensation!" I said.

Uncle Zhao quickly stood up: "Master Jiu, this is not OK. Take it back quickly! It's very hard to drive the corpse, and it's all hard-earned money. I said that you can bring Zhao Gao's body back. We are already grateful to you. How could you ask for your compensation? Take it back quickly. If my nephew, Gong Zhao, knowing, I will scold me to death!"

I walked up to Uncle Zhao, stuffed the two thousand dollars into his hand, and said seriously: "We corpse-drivers have their own rules for corpse driving. This is my dereliction of duty. I should compensate you. If you don't accept it, you just don't take me Xiao Jiu to heart!"

Uncle Zhao looked at me with a embarrassed look: "Master Jiu, look at what you said... Alas, you are very difficult for me to deal with!"

"Please accept it. If you don't accept it, I won't drink this wine!" Uncle Zhao and I gave an "ultimatum".

Uncle Zhao sighed heavily, and was helpless, so he had to accept the two thousand dollars I gave and kept thanking me: "Thank you, Master Jiu, Master Jiu!"

I waved my hand and grabbed a peanut in my mouth: "The burial time is set at the Yin hour tomorrow, which is from 3:00 to 5:00 in the morning. Zhao Gao is a tiger, and the corresponding tiger is the tiger. The tiger is the most fierce in the Yin hour, which is exactly in line with his birth date and horoscope!"

"Okay! OK!" Uncle Zhao nodded repeatedly: "Everything will be done as Jiu Ye said!"

"Have you chosen the place for burial?" I asked.

Uncle Zhao pointed to the dark mountain behind the village and said, "Just bury it on that mountain. That mountain is the 'cemetery' of Gaoshan Villagers. Anyone in the village will be buried on that mountain after death. According to the ancestors, because that mountain is the highest mountain in the nearby area, it is closer to the sky. If you are buried on that mountain, you can go to the sky after death!"

I nodded. Of course it is impossible to go to heaven after death. This is just a beautiful hope. After years of age, this has become a custom in the high mountain village.

"Have you invited the coffin carryr?" I asked Uncle Zhao, a coffin carryr is indispensable at the funeral.

Uncle Zhao said: "We have high mountains and dangerous roads here. First, it is not easy to hire a coffin carryr. Second, many people cannot afford the money. So in our village, there is a funeral and funeral matter, and neighbors help each other. I found seven or eight young men from the village, and asked them to help carry the coffin!"

"That's fine!" I nodded. Although these people are definitely not as professional as professional coffin carryrs, as long as they can lift the coffin, it's fine. After carrying the coffin, they'll be fine. After carrying the coffin, they'll be fine. After taking the coffin, they'll be fine.

I did not inform Leizi of this business. First, the journey was too far, the mountains were high and the road was slanted, so it was not convenient to come from a long distance. Second, I want Leizi and the others to rest for a while. After all, everyone was injured in the Youshui Wharf, and they were not in a hurry to make money. The money they distributed this time can last for more than half a year.

"Master Jiu, what else do you need to prepare?" Uncle Zhao asked me.

"There is nothing else!" I thought about it, touched my chin and said, "Find two clothes Zhao Gao wore before his death, burn one before the funeral tomorrow, and then burn one on the grave after the funeral. In addition, take three tiles under the eaves at the main entrance of the main hall, wrap them in a piece of red cloth, and place them at Zhao Gao's feet!"

While I was talking to Uncle Zhao, seven or eight young men walked into the gate of the yard, all of whom had wide arms and round arms, and were very strong.

Uncle Zhao told me that these young men were the ones he invited to help carry the coffin.

Uncle Zhao stood up, greeted the young men one by one, and invited them to sit down.

"This is the famous Jiu Master. Come and see him!" Uncle Zhao said to the young men.

The seven or eight young men respectfully clasped their fists at me, and they all seemed very excited: "I have long admired Master Jiu's name, but I didn't expect Master Jiu to be so young!"

After the young men sat down, they took turns to toasting me and soon drank until the second half of the night.
Chapter completed!