"What does it say in the book of yin and yang?" Seeing that the shochu was boiling, Xiao Baizhu stood up and poured a cup for each of them.
Yan Yan took out a book from his arms, opened it and stared at it.
Xiao Bai Zhu was still waiting for her answer, but suddenly she became silent. She kept staring at the book in her hand, and glanced doubtfully at the cover of the book that didn't look like a book of yin and yang.
"What are you looking at?" Xiao Baizhu leaned over and looked over.
Just after taking a glance, Yan Yan quickly closed the book.
——He already knows the contents of the book.
"You didn't see it, did you?"
"..." Xiao Baizhu shook her head, "What is it?"
Yan Yan turned around and put the book away and took out the book of yin and yang, "I bought it casually on the road... Those who died on the eighth day of the lunar month will be after their funeral."
Xiao Bai Zhu held up the wine glass and took a sip, then unconsciously squeezed the body of the glass tightly.
Seeing Xiao Bai Zhu's expression change after tasting it, Yan Yan raised his eyebrows, curiously picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Pfft--" I drank half of a glass of wine and spit out half of it.
"What the hell is this, so aggressive?" Yan Yan stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.
Consuming a glass of wine is like stuffing a mouthful of spicy mustard into your stomach, making you choke and breathless.
Xiao Bai Zhu took another shallow sip and said, "It's okay, but you can't take more than one sip."
This taste is weird, and the more you drink, the more you drink it.
Yan Yan listened to him, held the wine glass with two fingers, took a sip, and mixed it with dried meat.
It's either delicious or addictive.
"This is a person buried alive before they are dead. What's the difference between this and being buried alive?" Yan Yan drank anxiously in small sips, slowly drinking more and more. "Buried alive and given a funeral, what's this?
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"What is the family background of the person who died?" Xiao Baizhu disliked the weird taste of dried meat mixed with wine, so he kept adding wine and never touched the meat again.
"His son's name is Qiu Zhongsheng, and he is the county magistrate. The rest of the family has ordinary status." Yan Yan burped.
Why does she feel a little dizzy?
"Are there many people at the funeral?"
Yan Yan shook his head and nodded, "Many, this Qiu Zhongsheng said that he has made great achievements in the past. It is estimated that there will be a lot of people going to the house if he wants to be promoted."
"You are already so old and you can't live for more than a few days. Do you have to suffer this again before you die?" Yan Yan stroked the words in the book of Yin and Yang.
Suffocated to death.
After Mr. Qiu died, there were still bloody cuts on his fingers, which were all bruised and bloody. They were all caused by grinding them during his lifetime.
Obviously I don't want to die yet.
"In the folk, there is a kind of dry well called the 'old man's well', which is mostly found in the countryside and mountains."
"Old Man's Well?" Yan Yan was curious about the name of this kind of well.
"When people get old, they stay at home and take up space and are disliked by their families. There are also some people who don't have extra rice and want to eat less. Such old people will appear in the old man's well.
There are only weeds underground, and no one feeds them. Slowly, they either starve to death or freeze to death, and most of them die from hitting the well wall underground."
Death by hitting the wall of a well only takes a moment, but slowly starving to death or freezing to death underground is the most painful thing.
"It's better to give the old man a knife!" Yan Yan placed the wine glass heavily on the table.
"That's going to jail."
"What they did doesn't count as killing someone?"
Xiao Baizhu shook his head, "It doesn't matter, those old people all went down the well by themselves." He felt as if a layer of mist was covering his eyes.
The wine glass was placed on the table, and Yan Yan held it without letting go. She leaned on the table to support her body.
She had an erratic feeling, as if she was soaking in a hot spring, and the water in the hot spring was gradually drowning her.
[Author's digression]: "Old Man's Well" Reference: "Send Death in the Kiln" This is a real folk custom