Unmarried people were not allowed to carry the coffin. The eight men who carried the coffin were all married. They walked all the way up the mountain. After walking for a while, they made two strange "ooh" sounds, a bit like monkeys.
After going up the mountain, the host held hundreds of dollars in his hand and quickly ran to the coffin. He smiled and said loudly: "Pick up the money, pick up the money."
Then he took out one or two hundred yuan and threw it into the straw nest.
At this time, a woman will run out, pick up the money, run back, put the money into the pockets of the coffin bearers, and then repeat this process until all eight coffin bearers have money in their pockets.
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Er Pengju made his words clear this time. He told me that the women who helped pick up money from the grass were all the wives of the coffin bearers, and they were wages for helping others.
It rained heavily the day before yesterday. The mountains were full of mud and it was difficult to walk. However, these eight strong men were very steady on their hands and feet. They were even more careful after collecting the money because they all knew that it was taboo for the coffin to fall to the ground during the burial.
When we arrived at the reservoir and carried the coffin onto the earthen bag, my heart skipped a beat.
On the west side of the earth bag, a shed was built with raincloth to block the sun. It seemed that he was really going to be buried on the earth of the ancient tomb.
"Slow down! Slow down on the other end!"
"Aim at the bricks and loosen the stick!" Mr. Song greeted people and placed the coffin on the bricks.
Seeing that the red coffin was put down smoothly, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted: "Where are the chickens and sheep! Come out! Dig a hole!"
As soon as he finished speaking, four or five people ran out with shovels in hand and started digging.
this....
Is the digging done now?
They dug a rectangular pit in about ten minutes. I was stunned when I saw it. It was too shallow. The depth of the pit was only half a meter from the ground.
"Er Pengju, do you bury people so shallowly here?" I asked.
Erpeng muttered an explanation.
I understood. What he meant was that the burial was so shallow. When visiting the grave, a branch would be inserted into the soil. Because the burial was shallow, the branch could touch the coffin underground. He would knock the coffin with the branch, which meant to tell
We are here to visit the graves of the people inside, and you come out and get money to spend.
At this time, Mr. Song read loudly: "Heaven has no restraints, earth has no restraints, yin and yang have no restraints, children's words have no restraints, today we break the ground, good luck and good fortune."
"The auspicious time of that day was not more than noon, and the business was opened on the ground. On the ninth day of July in 2003, Li was buried. He told the god of the land in this mountain that if the earth is moved once, there will be descendants; if the earth is moved twice, there will be blessings and fortune; if the earth is moved three, there will be gold and silver.
, steamed and tasted through the ages, your home will be stable, and your family will be prosperous forever."
After reciting, he threw a handful of grains into the pit and shouted in a long tone: "Fall..."
Several people carried the red coffin and slowly lowered it into the pit.
Next, Mr. Song took out an ink fountain from his bag. It was the kind of ink fountain that could pull out the thread. He asked someone to pull the thread and draw on the coffin.
Damn it, I’ve never seen it before, so I thought to myself, what is this doing? Isn’t this a zombie with an ink fountain? Could it be that Grandma Li in the coffin is going to become a zombie?
After looking at it for a long time, I understood that the ink pipe line was not used to pop the coffin, but to pull it out and find the center line in the pit.
The process of the coffin falling down is called "sitting in the hall".
It would be very unlucky if one end of the hall is high and the other is low, or if it is tilted, so Mr. Song used the ink fountain in his bag to find the center line to ensure that the coffin finally landed in a horizontal position, just like hanging a thread when building a wall.
"Um....."
He squatted at one end of the coffin, looked at the ink line and said, "Use the stick on the other end and move it three centimeters to the left."
Immediately, someone started to chase him away with poles.
"good!"
"Stop moving! That's it, just right."
He stood up and said: "The immediate family members come over and touch the coffin one last time."
Several men and women reached out and finally touched the coffin lid.
It was 11 o'clock at this time. The local rule is that the burial must be completed before 12 noon. The sun was strong and it was hot even under the shed. Mr. Song wiped his sweat and said, "Let's bury the body."
Because the burial was too shallow, the ancient tomb under the earth bag was not excavated, but it happened to be on top. After filling it with soil, when viewed from a distance, there was a small earth bag on top of the big earth bag.
People slowly dispersed and went back to have lunch. Only the family members were left burning some paper money in front of the new grave.
"Mr. Song, we're done."
He was sweating profusely, fanned himself with a fan and said, "It's over."
Then he immediately said: "This is a treasure land of Feng Shui, Baijiang Mountain Pass. I used the new coffin to press the old coffin, which is equivalent to blocking the Feng Shui mouth of the entire Baijiang Mountain. Once time goes by, it will be good for the descendants of the Li family."
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"Sir, you are so considerate. I wonder if the gift is generous?" I asked him.
"Oh, that's all a trivial matter. My gift this time is only five hundred yuan." He said with a smile.
I cupped my hands and said, "Thank you sir. I'll thank you for my grandma Li." (Actually, I still don't know what grandma Li's name is.)
He shook his head, smiled, and went down carrying the cloth bag.
