I don’t even believe what he says. I’ve seen this trick before, and it’s the same as the old chicken feet lady.
I have 800 yuan, I can eat, drink, smoke, so why should I give it to him?
After sending away Manager Niu, I found a remote place again and read the letter.
When the letter was opened, it had deep creases and the edges were yellow and dry. It was showing its age.
Very strange.
A wasteland was drawn with a pen on the paper. A tree was drawn on the ground, and a circle was drawn on the tree to represent fruit. It might be a pear tree or an apple tree. The drawing on the whole paper was very sloppy, just like a child's drawing.
Also, next to the tree, three small words were written, "Not me."
not me?
What does this mean?
I dug out three more old photos and looked at them, but still had no clue.
Think about it.
Tian Sanjiu said that he had investigated and found that there were only three people involved in the cast iron Buddha incident, and the Science Popularization Committee of the Second National Cotton Factory no longer exists.
Young Wang Xiaoqin died in 1958, Tang Xin died in 1999, and now Mr. Bai has also died.
58 years later, the cast iron Buddha and the pagoda disappeared, and no one knew where they went. I heard that there was an investigation into the matter after the establishment of the Xianyang Museum, but in the end there was no result and nothing is known.
I have a vague feeling that there is something that Tian Sanjiu doesn't know about, and that Mr. Bai brought some secrets into the coffin.
...
Bai's father bought a coffin from other places that day. It was a good-quality nanmu coffin. It was unpainted and had original color.
In the past two years, Xianyang City has begun to crack down on rural burials and promote environmentally friendly cremations. It is said that this is to reduce unnecessary waste of land area and facilitate the construction of rapidly developing cities.
I went to help carry the coffin. The good nanmu is not heavy and can be lifted by four people with just a dime each. I also watched the process of dressing the old man with a shroud in the corpse room.
It's very troublesome, because after death, the arms and legs begin to become stiff. When the person is wearing the shroud, the corpse keeps falling on top of the person. It takes more than half an hour to put on the shroud. The shroud has twelve layers inside and out. After the old man puts on the clothes,
The face still looks so thin, but the body looks fatter, and the whole thing is a bit uncoordinated.
I asked a local man who was carrying the coffin why he was wearing so many clothes.
The man explained: "The number of shrouds we wear here is all even numbers, not odd numbers. The reason why we wear more shrouds is because corpse fluid will leak out after death. If you wear too few shrouds, they will leak out from both sides of the body."
, so wear more layers to prevent side leakage.”
Grandma Bai Shiqiong called for a gentleman from Xianyang. The gentleman looked at Mr. Bai's birth date and said: "If the burial time is an odd number, avoid even numbers. This is called avoiding disasters in even numbers. Your husband died on the 20th. I'll make a living. Burial time
It should be scheduled for 6:15 in the evening on the 23rd, that is, after the sun sets, for the coffin to be lowered and sealed."
The old lady wiped away her tears and said yes, I will listen to you sir.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon on the 23rd, the Bai family started to set off. There were four cars. The extended Jinbei car had large white flowers tied to the front, and the coffin was pulled in the car. The other two cars were pulling some immediate family members of the Bai family.
The last car was pulling people to help, and I was in the last car.
"Where does the young man live?"
"Brother, I'm not a local. I'm from Northeast China. I came to Xianyang for business. I stopped by to help a friend."
"Oh, I think you are not as big as Xiaoshi. I am her second uncle. Young man, I think you are a good person. You can endure hardships and are not afraid of tiredness. If you really catch up with our Xiaoshi, treat her well and wait for two years.
Once the auditorium is demolished, Xiaoshi will have enough money for more than a dozen houses."
"ah?"
I knew this was a misunderstanding by her second uncle. Maybe it was because I ran around to help, which made people think of it?
Also, Bai Shiqiong's tone of voice when talking to me has become gentler in the past two days. Could it be that she thinks so too? Does she think I want to chase her?
At a little after five o'clock, the funeral convoy arrived at the Second National Cotton Factory in the Northwest. At that time, the Second National Cotton Factory had no gate, just a few pillars. There was a cement guard box at the door. There was a security guard in his fifties, carrying
Sitting on a stool under the guard box listening to the radio.
The security guard looked up. He didn't stop the convoy and let us in. The person in charge must have taken care of it.
After entering, the factory area was very large and almost empty with almost no one in sight. I asked my second uncle Baishi Qiong what was going on, and he told me the reason.
It turns out that the Second Northwest National Cotton Factory was established in 1953 and was changed to the Northwest Second Cotton Co., Ltd. in 1996. That is, last year, in June 2002, it was reorganized into the Northwest Second Cotton Group and integrated the Shaanxi Modern Textile Factory.
Ermian Import and Export Company, Daxing Dyeing and Weaving Industrial Company, Ruijun Trading and several other units.
It was in the first month of the year that we buried the old man. The expansion of the Second Cotton Factory had not yet finished its holiday. It would be postponed until March. There were only a few decoration workers in the factory area.
The convoy made several turns and stopped after walking for nearly ten minutes. I remember that after getting off the bus, there was a large wasteland on the left and a building of workers' dormitories on the right. The factory was on holiday and there was no one in the dormitory except for an old man who was the janitor.
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The burial pit had been dug in advance. Father Bai looked at the time and said, "Everyone, there are still twenty minutes until the auspicious time. Let's take a rest. Those who should smoke smoke a cigarette, and those who are thirsty drink water. Thank you for your hard work.
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I got out of the car and walked towards the staff dormitory.
