Some people must ask, is there such a strict control in the Jiaojiao Gada Valley, which has no village in front of it and no store in the back?
Wrong, the further here you are, the stricter the control!
There are corresponding departments in charge, and the Feng Shui treasure land chosen by Mr. Song happens to be above the reservoir and close to the water source. How could anyone ignore it!
The man named Lao Quan is the third son of Song Nai. He has always been very filial. He just wants his mother to go away intact. So, last week and the week before, the xx Bureau issued a notice to Lao Quan.
I tore it all up without even looking at it. I didn’t tell anyone else, and even asked my wife to keep quiet.
"Ignore them, let's go and drive to the crematorium."
"Who dares to leave!"
"Let's see who dares to leave!"
Lao Quan stood directly in front of the truck, his face was ashen, his eyes were red, and he was holding on to the pole in his hand tightly. The other descendants of Li Nai also had similar expressions, and they immediately surrounded the truck!
The back of the pickup truck was pulling a coffin, and there was still mud on the coffin. The leader was not a coward.
He got out of the window and yelled: "Quan Baolin! Do you know what you are doing! Get out of my way!"
"I let xxxx!"
"How dare you touch my mother!"
"Kill these grandsons to death!"
Lao Quan shouted with red eyes and smashed the mirror of the truck with a pole! Seeing this, more than a dozen people also got on the pole and started smashing the truck!
The leader was also a villager, and he was not a coward. He directly asked people to get out of the car and fight back. On one side were more than a dozen people, and on the other side were seven or eight people, some with bare hands, and some with poles and sticks. The two groups were at the reservoir.
There was a fight on the border.
Shouts, curses, and shouts were heard one after another, mixed together with the cries of toads in the reservoir.
Er Pengju was about to rush over, but I grabbed him and said, "What are you doing?"
Er Pengju's eyes were red, he pulled his neck and said loudly: "Grandma Li hugged me when she was a child! Don't stop me! I'm going to fight!"
"Okay," I said, go ahead and I won't stop you.
Er Pengju rushed over as fast as he could!
The two groups of people were fighting fiercely at the edge of the reservoir, and their heads were bleeding. I saw two descendants of the Li family hugging a man, holding him head down, and throwing him directly into the reservoir with a thud.
I backed away quietly, hid behind a big tree, and secretly watched everything.
Even though Er Pengju was slow to react sometimes, he really came to the rescue when something happened. He beat a buddy until his head was covered with blood. The two of them rolled around in the dirt, and the flashlight they turned on fell into the grass nest.
inside.
I thought to myself that it would be better to run away first.
After taking two steps, I turned around and took a look. I rubbed my eyes vigorously, thinking I was being blinded.
I saw an old lady with a blue cloth on her head and a wrinkled face, sitting cross-legged on a red coffin, holding a pipe pot in one hand and smoking.
Moreover, the pipe pot is bright yellow, like gold.
I rubbed my eyes and looked, but there was nothing there.
There was only a velvet coffin cover on the coffin. When the night wind blew, the hanging tassels of the coffin cover swayed back and forth.
I saw it wrong... I saw it wrong... I must have seen it wrong...
Swallowing, I leaned against the wall in the dark and walked down the mountain.
Just as I was relieved after running down the mountain, I heard a person shouting.
"Little brother! Little brother!"
"who?"
It was dark. As soon as I turned on the flashlight, I saw Mr. Song running towards me, panting.
He was sweating and was wearing a vest, shorts, and slippers. Maybe he was running so fast that he even lost one of his slippers.
He gasped: "Hey...hey..."
"What's going on! What happened on the mountain!"
I said that two gangs got into a fight, and Nai Li’s coffin was dug out and was now being taken to the crematorium for cremation.
As soon as he heard that the coffin had been dug out, Mr. Song's face turned livid, and he immediately cursed: "You son of a bitch! Such a big thing! You didn't even tell me in advance!"
He excitedly stretched out a finger, trembling.
"One... Within one day, the coffin is put down and the coffin is put out, strangers are disturbed, the sun is seen during the day, and the moon is seen at night! This is a taboo! A taboo! A taboo!"
"This is what makes me Song Wang! Good intentions lead to bad things!"
He angrily said three "big taboos" in a row, and immediately grabbed my arm excitedly and said: "Quick! Quick!"
"Let's stop it now! If we see blood, it will be over!"
I said with a grimace: "Brother Song, I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet. You can go by yourself."
"Why are you going to the toilet! Go quickly!"
His hands were very strong, so he dragged me and ran back.
When they arrived at the reservoir, the two groups were still fighting! Because of the large number of people, the descendants of the Li family clearly had the upper hand. The group that dug out the coffin was severely beaten, and two of them were thrown headfirst.
It's still splashing in the reservoir now.
A loud shout.
"stop!"
"Stop it! Stop fighting!"
Mr. Song raised his arms and shouted loudly, and the two groups slowly stopped and looked over while gasping for breath.
"Lao Quan!"
Mr. Song walked over, slapped Lao Quan across the face, and said loudly with a black face: "You were given a notice! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
"puff!"
Li Laoquan vomited a large mouthful of blood and foamed, covered his face and said loudly: "Mom raises her son! Son buries mother! It's only natural! God can't care about it!"
"you!"
Mr. Song pointed at Li Laoquan, his chest heaving with anger and said: "If you had told me earlier! I would have found a way to change the place! Now the Feng Shui is broken! Do you understand the consequences? From now on, something will happen to the descendants of your Li family
Damn it!"
Li Laoquan's face collapsed, and he immediately ran to the truck, hugged the coffin with both hands, buried his head and cried loudly: "Mom! I'm sorry for you, Mom! My son is sorry for you, Mom!"
Li Laoquan is a rough man in his fifties from the countryside, but his cries are full of anger, regret, grief and sadness.
It seems really filial.
Listening to the mournful cries, Mr. Song's originally excited expression slowly softened, and finally he sighed heavily.
"It's contrary! It's outrageous!"
"Dare to beat up a public official! Just wait! Just wait! Arrest all of you!"
Mr. Song hurriedly helped the man up from the ground and kept patting the soil on his body.
At the same time, he said with a smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we have a misunderstanding, and we will not go against the relevant departments."
"I don't know how to fight!"
"Look! Look at my head! It's all broken!"
Mr. Song looked at his injury, spat on his hand, rubbed his hair vigorously and said, "It's not broken, it's broken somewhere, it's okay."
Mr. Song added: "Brother Niu, please give me three days. After three days, you will take the coffin away. It should be cremated. We people don't want to cause trouble to the government. Now when something like this happens, we are all victims. Just
Big things should be reduced to small things. Small things should be reduced to small things."
"Also, don't worry! I'll ask the old Li family to pay for your medical expenses, which is... two thousand yuan per person!"
"Do you think it's okay?"
The man covered his head with one hand and patted the dirt on his body with the other. He took a deep breath and said, "If I pursue this matter, they will all have to go in! Do you know that?"
Mr. Song nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know, aren't we all fellow villagers? There's no need for that."
"Bah, damn, I finally met a reasonable person today. You have to pay the money. I will come to pull the coffin in three days. If you still dare to stop me, just go in and squat!"
"sure."
Then, the group of people angrily fished the man out of the water, unloaded the coffin and went down the mountain.
Mr. Song breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he thought about something again and hurriedly walked to Nai Li's coffin to look over it.
At this time, someone next to me asked: "It's not broken. What are you looking at, sir?"
Mr. Song held up a flashlight and said nervously as he walked: "Help look for it and see if there is any blood on the coffin."
