There was no sound from inside the house. After half a minute, the door opened and Yu Hua, dressed in mourning and mourning, walked out.
"Ruizi, if it weren't for the fact that you are from Jiangyou, Sichuan, and that you are young and sincere, the door to Chongwen House would not have been opened today. You should understand how dangerous refugees are." He stood by the door with a new look.
Xu Rui, Yu Hua smiled and explained.
Xu Rui nodded silently: "Ruizi understands."
Most of the refugees who are tortured by hunger are like walking zombies. They don’t know where they came from or where they are going. A small number of them will become bandits and plunder places. If they encounter a recalcitrant household, they will break down the door by force.
They came in, wiped out every household, and took away food and property.
When encountering wealthy families with high walls and deep courtyards, they will use the excuse of giving alms to save lives and deceive them. Once they enter the courtyard, their true colors will be revealed.
Along the way, Xu Rui and his sister had seen countless such tragic things. Every time they encountered danger, they would either run away or avoid it early for fear of becoming the target of the gangsters.
Because there are so many such things, in many areas, except for the government's willingness to rescue refugees from other places, no private sector is willing to lend a helping hand.
This is true even in Peiping, a city known as the best place.
Again, as a refugee, can I call someone?
"Let's deal with my father's funeral first. You go to Ping'anli Baishi Shop to find Mr. He, tell him his identity, and say that my father's funeral will be held today, and ask if the cemetery has been properly searched." Without further words, Yu Hua followed the memory in his mind.
, arranged with Xu Rui.
In my memory, my predecessor, Yu Hua, asked Mr. He from the Baishi shop in Pinganli to take care of the funeral and find a cemetery for burial.
According to the custom of the hometown, people who are cremated usually stay in the mourning hall for three days before being buried. Today is the third day.
"Okay." Xu Rui nodded and left quickly.
It was convenient to have someone to do things. Yu Hua no longer had to run here and there in person to come to the mourning hall and stand in front of the futon.
"Although you are not my biological father, you are also Yu Hua's biological father. I borrowed Yu Hua's body to come to this era. I plan to change my name to Yu Hua instead of Yu Hua in the future. I owe him two favors and have to pay three hundred
Yuan Jijin and the kindness of your subordinates, I owe you another favor."
The whole person looked directly at the black and white portrait, his face was natural, and he said in a serious voice:
"Today you are going to have a funeral. Yesterday something was urgent and we needed to clarify our goals. It is my fault as a junior that I did not kneel down for you. I will kneel down for you today to finish this last journey."
These words are a promise.
Yu Hua traveled through time and possessed Yu Hua's body. This is one of them.
Changing his name to Yu Hua is the second option.
Receive three hundred yuan as a stipend and all the belongings of the subordinates. This is the third one.
There are three feelings in total that need to be repaid.
What kind of luck and opportunity is it to be able to possess someone else's body?
After making the promise, Yu Hua took a step forward, lit three incense sticks, inserted them into the incense burner, then returned to the futon, bent his legs, and knelt firmly on the futon.
The back is straight and the posture is correct.
Kneeling in the most upright posture, even after kneeling for a short time, the knee that had not fully recovered began to feel tingling again.
Bear with it.
Try to endure it.
The reason for kneeling before was to survive, and the reason for not kneeling before was to understand the situation. Now, the reason for kneeling is to do it willingly.
Not long after, the stinging feeling became more intense, like a constant stream of water, and the calf trembled slightly with pain. Yu Hua's expression remained unchanged and he endured it silently.
I don't know how much time passed, but at this time, there were footsteps coming from behind.
"Master, Master He is here." Xu Rui's familiar voice came.
Master He, wearing a black robe, stood in front of the main room, with Xu Rui next to him.
"Master He, I'm sorry that Hua can't get up to greet me. My father is having a funeral today. Hua is here to see my father off for the last time. Please forgive me." Yu Hua remained kneeling and did not get up. He faced the coffin in the mourning hall and said respectfully to Master He behind him.
"Young master, you are welcome."
Master He bowed in reply and talked about the matter straight to the point: "The things you asked Lao He to do have been settled. Lao He found three places for the big boss. One is Wanan Cemetery. The cemetery is remote and the land is not big. The other is
The second is the Xishan Mountains, mostly old forests, about half a square square. The third is the Northeast Yiyuan, where soldiers from the Northeast were buried in the early years, but now it can bury citizens of Peiping. The cost is high, the space is not big, and it is three feet square.
"
Wanan Cemetery, the first cemetery in Peiping, is located in the Inner Fourth District.
Xishan, later known as Xishan Cemetery, is not considered a cemetery now, but many people are buried there.
Northeast Yiyuan is located near the Old Summer Palace and next to National Peking University.
"Thank you, Mr. He. May I ask what the prices are at the three places?" Yu Hua asked in a respectful tone.
Master He explained in detail: "Back to my young master's home, Wanan Cemetery is about 20 yuan, Xishan Cemetery is about 10 yuan, and Northeast Yiyuan is about 35 yuan. May I ask which piece of land to choose?"
The cost of a cemetery is also quite high.
Ordinary lower-class people are not eligible to enter the cemetery after death because they really cannot afford it.
"Master He, please bury my father in the Northeast Yiyuan, which is close to the Old Summer Palace. All the expenses will be paid to you after the matter is understood." Yu Hua did not hesitate at all and chose the Northeast Yiyuan, which is closest to the Old Summer Palace.
"You're welcome, Young Master, Lao He will go and take care of it right now." Master He bowed, replied, turned around and left, busy with tedious matters such as Yu Qinghe's funeral and the purchase of a cemetery.
Yu Hua said nothing and knelt quietly.
After Master He left, Xu Rui knelt directly in the courtyard, facing the mourning hall. As an outsider, he was not qualified to enter the mourning hall in person and kneel to worship Yu Qinghe.
Time passes.
After a while, Master He led several masters to arrive, wearing suonas and other funeral instruments. As soon as the people arrived, they immediately got busy. Master He entered the mourning hall, chanted rituals for the dead around the soul, and performed a ritual. After a series of
After the solemn ceremony, the wooden coffin holding Yu Qinghe was raised, the coffin was revoked, and the coffin was handed over to Yu Hua.
"Young Master, please take care of me. We are going to Yiyuan on the 18-mile road. Don't slack off." Master He said with a solemn look on his face.
After the wake, on the way to the funeral, the coffin should not touch the ground. This is a rule.
"Yu Hua knows."
Yu Hua nodded, holding the wooden coffin weighing about eight or nine kilograms in both hands, and responded.
Master He didn't say much. He picked up a suona with his own hands and said hello to several masters around him. Then, a passionate and brisk suona sound sounded. This was the most difficult "Hundred Years of Suona" among the suonas.
"Birds Facing the Phoenix" means that the darkness disappears, the sun rises, and the dead will leave with a smile.
Due to the difficulty and skill, generally suona masters rarely play it, and those who can play it are all called master masters. They will selectively decide whether to play the suona based on the identity of the deceased.
This time, as the only person in Peiping who could play this music, Master He played this music specifically for Yu Qinghe who was killed.
The team went out, with Xu Rui and a waiter in front scattering paper money, and Yu Hua, who was wrapped in sackcloth and mourning, held the coffin in the middle of the team, marching forward in a mighty manner, along the road to Tsinghua Garden.
Pinganli is eighteen miles away from Dongbei Yiyuan. The group walked for about an hour and a half. It was already evening when they arrived at Dongbei Yiyuan. The management of the Yiyuan was about to close the door. The panting Master He hurriedly stepped forward and handed over the money.
After providing proof of the location of the tomb, he was allowed to enter Yiyuan.
When we arrived at the tomb, we were facing the National Peking University not far away, and to the left was the Old Summer Palace, with beautiful scenery, the sky full of red clouds, and surrounded by trickling streams.
This is a tomb with good feng shui.
Mr. He and a group of masters were busy again, reciting scriptures, lighting incense and candles, going through the process, and finally buried Yu Qinghe's coffin, put clothes and personal belongings, dug and filled the body, lit paper money in front of the tombstone, and Yu Hua knelt down
kowtow.
After the burial, the funeral comes to an end, and the next step is to pay tribute to the deceased's relatives for the first seven days.
After everything was settled, everyone set off on their way home under the sunset.