"Bumping into the grave" is also called bumping into the grave, which means that the old grave meets the new grave, and the old coffin meets the new coffin.
A man bumps into a man, a woman bumps into a woman, and a man and a woman harm their luck and wealth.
If the dead people in both coffins are men, then it is a male-male collision. The saying is that if it is not handled properly, the descendants of the new owner of the grave will be extinct.
If they are all girls, and girls touch girls, the offspring of boys under the age of 18 may suffer from hysteria, or they may fall in love impulsively and commit suicide.
If there is a man and a woman, it will damage the financial fortune of the person who sees the coffin, which means losing money or losing money in a short period of time. Anyway, "hitting the tomb" is not good.
I remember that the old man who died in the village was called Grandma Li. She was a good person who had never done any bad things in her life. She was 83 years old. She had no illness or disaster. She really fell asleep at night.
This is called "happy mourning" in the local area. There is no need to greet the host. Many people voluntarily go to the house to help in order to feel happy.
The old man just died. After reading the Feng Shui, the gentleman set the burial place on top of the earth bag of the reservoir. The burial time set at that time was three days later, that is, the morning of the day after tomorrow, between 10:40 and 11:40.
No later than 12 noon.
I was thinking at night, should I do it or not?
I don't have enough time to do it, and besides, I'm the only one with no one to help me.
But if I don't do it, I will feel uncomfortable all over.
Pretending to be worried, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and before I knew it, it was dawn.
The next afternoon, I followed two aunts in white clothes with white cloth strips tied on their heads from a distance.
"Who are you? Why are you following us?" The aunt found out and turned around to ask.
"No, I didn't follow you."
She glanced at me suspiciously and quickened her pace.
I also quickened my pace and continued to follow.
When we arrived at Nai Li's house, there were light bulbs hanging on the trees and many people gathered around the door, both men and women. The elders were all busy in the house, and the younger ones were all in groups, smoking and chatting outside the house.
"Brother, here it is."
"You are..." This person took my cigarette.
"A distant cousin just arrived."
"By the way, is the gentleman who showed us Feng Shui to choose the location for Mrs. Li, is he in the house?" I asked.
"Come."
I reached out to help him light his cigarette, but he lowered his head and hurriedly blocked the wind with his hands.
"call....."
"Sir, here you are. Not long after we entered, the guy with no hair on his head is named Song."
"Hey? I'm from the same family, but I don't seem to know you? Which distant relative are you?"
I said, I am the nephew of our aunt’s husband’s second brother’s uncle.
Walking in from the door is a small courtyard with a small area. There is a large steamer in the courtyard, and four or five women wearing aprons are pressing dough with rolling pins. This is food prepared for the people who will help tomorrow morning.
No one asked me what I did.
After walking through the small courtyard and entering the inner room, I saw four people standing in a row inside the room, two men and two women, wearing linen and mourning and all dressed in white.
The fat woman standing in the middle is holding a black and white photo in her hand. In the photo, Grandma Li has a blue cloth wrapped around her head and a kind smile on her face.
There was a bald man, about fifty years old, holding a gong in his hand. He struck the gong after saying a few words.
As soon as the gong was struck, the four people laughed.
Especially the fat woman holding the photo, the smile on her face is worse than crying.
After a few minutes, the bald man put down his gong and came out to pour water.
