The bleak autumn night in the mountain village is slightly romantic. The bright peaches and plums are immersed in the thin white mist. The moonlight is not very bright, shivering in the misty night sky.
Pah~pah~pah~pah pah pah pah pah~
A burst of firecrackers sounded in front of a six-framed red brick house. A shed was set up in front of the house, and the shed was surrounded by cypress branches that were dark green all year round. A white paper was posted at the entrance of the shed, which read:
I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
The house belongs to Zhang Shuben, a member of the Zhangjiashan Production Team of Caiyun Brigade, but Zhang Shuben did not live in this house for a few days. He lives in an adobe house behind this house that can only be entered by bending down.
His three sons lived in the house. Each of the three sons was divided into two rooms. There was no room for Zhang Shuben, so they had to live in the old house.
Wu Li Wu Li Wu Li, Wu Wu Li Wu Li Wu Li Wu Li Wu~
Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of suona and drum sounds.
You can't hear too much sadness in the suona sound, but you can hear joy.
The children in Caiyun Village directly translated the suona sound: Wu Li Wu La Wu Li Wu, lift the tree into the grave.
In rural areas, funerals are very grand. They look less like a mourning ceremony and more like a farewell party. Both filial and rebellious people like to make a fuss at funerals to show their filial piety.
Zhang Shuben died three days ago, and rituals have been carried out here for three days. Today is the last night, and some rituals must be completed tonight.
The most important of these is the offering.
The ceremony was held with great ceremony, and Zhang Jingxian, the most accomplished Feng Shui master of Caiyun Group, was invited.
Ordinarily, when the Four Olds are being destroyed, people like Zhang Jingxian should be classified as ghosts and monsters. But Caiyun Village is a relatively remote place, the folk customs here are wild, and the news is not easy to access. The movement outside has already heated up, and here
But it was calm. Similarly, in the past few years, memorial services were held for people who died, replacing traditional funerals, but here, it has always been a traditional funeral. Now that the movement has been going on for several years, the Caiyun Brigade has not changed at all.
No
Zhang Jingxian is a very capable man. In Caiyun Village, he has reached the point where the children in the village don't even dare to cry when they hear his name.
If a child of any family cries at night, just say to him, "Zhang Jing is here first." The child will stop crying immediately.
Zhang Jingxian's recitation of the memorial text was like a opera, with a long dragging sound. Elderly people like to hear the recitation of the memorial text most. It is said that they can cry when they hear it. However, Zhang Jingxian was too involved and had to take a rest after finishing the first sacrifice. Of course, the first sacrifice was
Made for a dutiful son.
Zhang Shuben's eldest son, Zhang Daneng, was naturally the first to be sacrificed. Zhang Daneng knelt for three days in a row. By this time, his knees were sore and his whole body was weak.
Zhang Jingxian sang very emotionally, and he sang a lot of trivial matters in Zhang Shuben's life. People in the same village naturally knew very well about Zhang Shuben's difficulties when he was young and the difficulties after his wife died. The song was very touching.
The women and children burst into tears, as if they knew for the first time that there was such a good old man around them. Zhang Daneng also knelt on the ground and kept shrugging his shoulders. His face was covered with white linen, so no one could see it.
, is Zhang Daneng really crying?
Zhang Jing finished singing a verse first, and then sang, "Sheng, flat body. Fire cannons and play great music."
A cannon was fired three times outside. Everyone in the room was shaken.
Zhang Jingxian whispered, "The great master will go aside first and take a rest before performing the second sacrifice."
No matter whose sacrifice it is, the filial son must kneel aside. There will only be a pause in the middle of the sacrifice.
At this time, a child's voice suddenly sounded. A little boy about four or five years old stood on a table and started singing.
"Kneel down. In 1976 AD, Mr. Zhang Jingxian starved to death in his old house. It's so sad. He had three sons, none of whom were useless. His wife died of illness early, and he had to be a father and a mother, raising his children to grow up, with hardships and hardships.
Who knows, it’s like raising pigs. Raising pigs can buy meat, but raising children makes them sad..."
"You bastard Zhang Yunyang, don't fucking bully the people just because you are the production captain." Zhang Daneng, who was kneeling on the ground, yelled angrily.
That kid is not named Zhang Yunyang, the one named Zhang Yunyang is his father, his name is Zhang Shanhai. Zhang Shanhai has a flat hair with a tea can cover, big eyes, and is quite handsome. He and his father Zhang Yunyang are almost in the same mold.
It's the same, of course he's a few sizes smaller.
Zhang Yunyang did not immediately scold his son, "When would I dare to bully your family? Your three brothers are amazing. But although I, Zhang Yunyang, only have one brother, I am not afraid of your family."
"What do you mean by inciting your little brat to sing this?" Zhang Daneng's momentum was slowed down by Zhang Yunyang, making him a little weaker than before.
"You damn thing don't know. I've been studying for a few years. How can I do that stuff? Besides, he told half a lie about your family? If you were afraid of others telling you, where would you have gone?
"Are you there?" Zhang Yunyang said disdainfully. Zhang Yunyang is 1.75 meters tall, a powerful man, and an ordinary rural man. Two or three people can't get close to him. Even if Zhang Daneng and the three brothers come together, they may not be able to take advantage of him.
Zhang Daneng's other two brothers originally wanted to stand up and speak, but Zhang Yunyang blocked them and backed away.
"Shan Hai, keep singing, don't be afraid of him! Tonight, I have the final say here." The speaker was Zhang Shugen, Zhang Shuben's brother, the housekeeper of the funeral and the person in charge of everything.
"Yes, yes, yes, Shanhai, keep singing! When the sacrifice is over, I will give you a red envelope!" People from the production team also shouted.
If you just look at tonight's scene, you can tell how the sons of Zhang Shuben's family are usually like. In fact, the folks in the Zhangjiashan production team all know that the sons of Zhang Shuben's family are all bastards, and none of them usually have any sons.
Take care of Zhang Shuben’s life and death.
The cause of Zhang Shuben's death was very simple. When someone in the village went to Zhang Shuben's low house that day, they found that Zhang Shuben had already died, and there was no hot ashes on the stove. In order to save five cents a box of matches, the folks in the production team would always
Some hot ashes were left in the stove and a handful of rice was placed in the pot. It seemed that Zhang Shuben had no energy to cook in the end. Everyone in the production team thought that Zhang Shuben had starved to death.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew that Zhang Shuben had been ill for several days. But Zhang Shuben's sons didn't even go in to see him.
Zhang Shanhai glanced at Zhang Yunyang timidly. He was a little afraid of his father. The education method at this time was very simple. Before education, he used sticks to clean up his memory and then educated him. While spanking, he had to say, "This time
Do you remember it?" The spanked kid had to reply, "Remember it, I won't dare to do it again." Zhang Shanhai placed a two-finger-wide bamboo strip on top of his wardrobe, with the words
Zhang Shanhai's strong scent.
Zhang Yunyang glanced at Zhang Shanhai and snorted, but did not stop him.
Zhang Shanhai didn't know what his father's humming meant. He didn't know whether he wanted him to sing or whether he wanted to settle the score with him when he went back.
At this time, Zhang Jing on the side spoke first, "Gua Wa Zi, you sang well, keep singing. The red envelope is designated for you, and you can also sit down for dinner later."
At this time, it actually didn’t cost much to give a red envelope to the Yin Master. Putting ten yuan into it was a big deal. It usually cost two or three yuan. But the money at that time was very valuable. Zhang Shuben practiced this
A big house only costs about a hundred yuan. Asking the villagers to help with work requires no wages at all, just take care of the food.
The two conditions mentioned by Zhang Jingxian moved Zhang Shanhai very much. He had money to take it and meat to eat. It should be a very rare thing in this era.
Zhang Shanhai nodded and started singing again. Zhang Jingxian was also very surprised. Because even Zhang Jingxian had to write the memorial text in advance and then read it to the memorial text. But Zhang Shanhai sang directly there, as if he had already
It's like a draft has been made. It's really not easy for Zhang Shanhai to do this when he is only ten years old. If he really did it by himself, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a genius.
Zhang Shanhai then read in his immature childish voice, "I have three children, and my family is the most unfortunate. They are disobedient and unfilial. I don't care about autumn dew and winter snow. Poor old man, he raised his children and built a bright house, but he married
The wife of a tiger and a wolf. She works till she is old and starves to death in her adobe house."
The previous paragraph was a tribute to Zhang Shuben. Although Zhang Shuben's three sons were dissatisfied with being teased by a child with a hairless mouth, they were also worried about causing public outrage at this time.
Zhang Shanhai's recitation is not as plaintive as Zhang Jingxian's, but it is more understandable than Zhang Jingxian's. The most important thing is that he sings the evil of the three brothers vividly.
"Hey, the Yunyang family's cub is really a genius. He can do so many tricks at such a young age." Someone said among the villagers who were surrounding to watch the fun.
"Old man, you are out of your mind. Only people believe that this kid can do so many tricks. It must be Yunyang who is behind it." Someone else said.
"Yunyang instigated it. Mazi, you coward, it's because Yunyang deducted your work points last time, so you let him go! If Yunyang had this ability, he would have been a brigade cadre long ago, and he would still need a nest.
In the production team? If he goes to school and has more ink in his belly, I wouldn't be surprised if he becomes a commune cadre." Someone next to him immediately stood up and said. This man's name is Zhang Zhizhan, and he is a close friend of Zhang Yunyang. I heard
Those who said bad things about Zhang Yunyang were naturally a little unhappy.
The competition is lively here, and the Zhangshan Sea Festival has also arrived over there.
"Kneel down before the filial son. Kneel down!" Zhang Shanhai sang loudly.
The three Zhang Daneng brothers always thought that Zhang Jing first let this little kid act nonsense, so they ignored him.
Zhang Jing remained silent for now, waiting to see how Zhang Shanhai would respond.
But Zhang Shugen, the head of the household, got angry, "What's the matter? Your father is dead, and it's so aggrieved to ask you to kneel down? Was there even half a line in what Shan Hai just sang that was wrong? In the past, you would have been sent to the ancestral hall.
We are going to go. Now is the new society, which does not pay attention to this. But if you still don’t repent at this time, I will file a complaint to the brigade commune tomorrow and send you three brothers to labor reform. Socialism talks about respecting the elderly and loving the elderly.
Children like you should be sent to reform."
In this era, no evidence was needed. As long as everyone in the production team unanimously raised their hands and agreed, a member could be sent to the labor camp. Of course, the three Zhang Daneng brothers were afraid, so they had no choice but to give in and slowly and reluctantly knelt down.
Zhang Daneng cursed in his heart, "You son of a bitch, wait until I go up the mountain and see if I can kill you, you son of a bitch!"
"Kneel down before the filial son! Kneel down!" Zhang Shanhai became more and more excited when he saw the three brothers Zhang Daneng kneeling in front of Zhang Shuben's coffin.
{Piaotian Literature www.piaotian.net thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
