Wu Miaoke calmed down and did not lose his sense of proportion. He poured a cup of tea for each of us. I looked up and saw Lin Xiaoyao in the corner, secretly looking at me.
You tell me, young man. At this time, the fat policeman looked at the back of Wu Miaoke who was walking past and said to me.
I gave him a cigarette and told him slowly, from the first seven days of my grandfather's life to today's death of my third grandfather.
The fat policeman's face, which was a little red after seeing Wu Miaoke, began to turn pale as I slowly told the story.
Really, young man, you have to know that you are saying this to the police. The fat policeman wiped the sweat from his face.
Brother Wang, it's true. I did it when it started. Lin Sanshui said.
Lin Sanshui, let me tell you something that my status shouldn't say. You should ask a Taoist priest for this damn thing. Why are you asking me? The fat policeman stood up and cursed.
As soon as he finished speaking, the thin policeman opened the door and came in. The fat policeman hurriedly greeted him and said: "Old Song, how are you?"
The thin policeman looked at me and said: The person you reported to the police died of a normal death.
The fat policeman who died normally took a breath and asked.
Yes, there were no external injuries on his body, nor any signs of struggle. He probably died of organ failure due to old age. The thin policeman said.
Okay, Lao Lin, let’s meet in town another day and talk about it later. Let’s go first. The fat policeman pulled the thin policeman and left, almost running away.
Brother Wang, please take a look at the cemetery. Maybe it's a Tao Dou'er? Lin Sanshui said to the fat policeman.
But the fat policeman simply left without looking back. He didn't even have time to say hello to Wu Miaoke.
Xiaofan, look at this. Lin Sanshui said to me helplessly.
Please hire a Taoist priest, I said to Lin Sanshui.
You, a college student, still believe this? Lin Sanshui looked at me in disbelief and said.
Whether I believe it or not is not the most important thing. What is important is that the folks believe it. I twisted my eyebrows and said.
Today, due to the death of Third Grandpa, my grandfather's corpse was found no longer concealed. If he just took the body and put it on my bed, this would be okay.
But this time, he actually killed Grandpa San, a highly respected elder respected by everyone in the village.
The police can say that he died of organ failure, but can the villagers believe it?
Comparing my feelings, even if the third grandfather really happened to die there by chance, would I believe it if it were me?
When Lin Sanshui and I returned to the ancestral hall, my suspicions had been proven. After the police left, the villagers were furious and wanted to seek justice for Grandpa San.
They were all from the village, so they wouldn't embarrass our family, but they only had one request, which was to burn my grandfather's body.
The first is to prevent the corpse from being raised again in the future, and it can also be regarded as an explanation for the death of the third grandfather.
Is this too much to ask? As far as I'm concerned, it's not too much at all. I even have this idea myself. Grandpa can't continue to make such a fuss.
Otherwise, sooner or later, I will go crazy.
But this is not too much. For me and my family, this is impossible to accept. So when my grandma heard that the villagers wanted to burn my grandfather, she immediately went home and raised a handful.
The kitchen knife ran over.
Folks have folk traditions, especially here.
When a person dies, burning and cremating it means that the person's soul will be scattered, he will suffer the pain of burning, and he will never be reincarnated.
Whoever wants to burn my old man must kill me first. That’s what the grandma holding the kitchen knife said.
My father has almost the same idea as me, but because of the existence of this legend, we cannot tolerate them burning my grandfather's body.
The second uncle didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. He just stood behind grandma while the villagers were arguing with her. This action made me even more fond of him.
Some people are not good at expressing their feelings.
One action expressed all his thoughts.
I'm right behind you, we are family.
In fact, when encountering such a situation, the public will be so angry that violent conflicts will break out. They all belong to the villagers, so it will not be too uncomfortable.
However, understanding is mutual. They can understand our refusal to cremate grandpa, and we must also understand their concerns. If such a restless old man's body is placed in the village, the faint of heart may not be able to sleep well.
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That’s why I told Lin Sanshui just now that we must find a Taoist priest.
Because we must give an explanation to Third Grandpa, an explanation to all the villagers, and an attitude to deal with it.
And this time, it was not an ordinary minor illness or disaster, or something like a ghost taking over the bed, but something serious and causing a loss of life. So at the beginning when we found the usual grandma in the village,
, she said directly, Lin Laoyao went to the battlefield during his lifetime and killed too many people, and now countless innocent souls are looking for trouble for him.
It means that this matter is too big for her to control.
In fact, I understand that this so-called witch who usually treats the villagers' minor illnesses and disasters can pretend to be magical and bluffing, but when it comes to real matters, she doesn't dare to take this job at all.
You can go find a person ten miles away. This person is Mr. Yin and Yang. When this person lived in Yin in his early years, he had friendship with Yin. If you go to him, he will definitely have a solution. Grandma said.
We gave grandma three yuan as a wedding gift. This is hard-earned money and it is a rule. In fact, most of the witches in the countryside are local doctors. Many times she will give you medicine to ward off evil spirits, which is pills or Chinese herbal medicines that are suitable for the disease. From the folks in the countryside.
, I just charge a few yuan to show my appreciation, and this grandma’s rule is three yuan. She can’t give less, and I won’t accept more.
Xiaofan, I know this Mr. Yin and Yang who lives ten miles away. In this way, I happen to be going to the town, so I will help you invite him over. Since the third uncle’s funeral is because of your grandfather,
Your family will cover it. If the money is not enough, I can advance your salary for a few more months, he said.
It's okay, that's right. I should still have some money at home, so I won't cause any trouble to you. I heard he said he was going to town, and I felt very complicated.
I'm annoyed that he has such a good wife at home, why are he going to town?
I'm happy again, let's go. If we go, we can be farther away from Wu Miaoke.
When I returned home, my grandma was still crying. Grandpa, I don’t even know how many times this was the first time I was reburied. The next few times were not as complicated as the first time I was buried.
The rules are all about a hasty burial, and no family can withstand such a torment.
After burying my grandpa, when we got home, the three of us immediately went to find wood and started building the old house for our third grandpa. My grandpa could have been buried in two days because of his disgraceful death and the hot weather, but my grandpa could have been buried in two days.
Absolutely not, because his status in our village is completely incomparable to that of my grandfather.
He was the leader of the clan during his lifetime, and he was a stickler for rules. My grandfather was buried two days ago, and my father had to talk to him before he reluctantly agreed.
Therefore, Third Grandpa must follow the old rules here and stay in mourning for three days.
Therefore, the coffin must be made as soon as possible, because it is hot now, and the third grandfather’s body must be placed in the coffin when he dies. Otherwise, after today, the body will be swollen and frothy, and it will be very troublesome to bury him again.
After finishing all this, it was already dark. Because the third grandfather had no children, our family had to take care of his funeral this time, so my family still had to do the wake.
In the first half of the night, villagers came one after another to burn incense for Third Grandpa in a simple coffin. In the second half of the night, there were fewer and fewer people, and slowly only the three of us were left, burning incense for Third Grandpa.
fragrant.
To say who is under the most pressure recently is definitely not me, but my father. He is the head of our family and has much more to consider than me. At this moment, he looks very haggard in front of the third grandfather’s coffin.
He said to me: Xiaofan, I am not afraid of anything happening, but once this happens, who will dare to come to our house if you marry a wife in the future?
Dad, don’t worry, you can’t be a bachelor, so you go and rest first. I’ll just leave my second uncle and me here. I advised him.
You go and have a rest. Now that this is over, go to class quickly and get your salary. Don’t delay your baby’s homework. He refused to go. Later we agreed that he would go to bed first and I would call him later. The three of us
Let's take turns to rest, after all, the wake lasts three full days.
After my father left, I was extremely bored, and my second uncle was an extremely boring person. What could I say to him? After being quiet like this for half an hour, facing the coffin and the burning paper money, the heat was so irritating that I
I found a topic and asked my second uncle: Do you think it was grandpa who caused the death of third grandpa?
No. He said without hesitation.
How do you say this? I asked him.
Do you think your grandfather would do such a thing? What's more, the patriarch didn't have any injuries on his body. It was probably at night that the cold air entered his body, and he himself was very old. He was only a thin line away from death. That breath of cold air
The anger just happened to be the opportunity for his death. The second uncle was not so silent this time, but said to me. And I heard what he said, it seemed quite reasonable.
Now I got interested and asked him: In this case, second uncle, what do you think about grandpa’s matter? Is it true that grandpa killed too many people in the past and was troubled by others, or is it man-made?
It can't be man-made. He said, I didn't fall asleep at all on the night of Fengqi, but I don't know how he got into your bed. There was no movement at all. This matter should be mysterious.
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Then what you mean is that grandpa is really being troubled by the ghosts of the underworld. I changed the name of him from you to you, which shows that what he said makes sense. What's more, what he said just now is that he didn't sleep on every seventh day.
It just shows that he is a person who works quietly, which makes me feel warm.
Shit, if you kill too many people, ghosts will cause trouble. Everyone who has been on the battlefield will have to be reckoned with after death. Not to mention this, I have heard that people who have killed people have an evil spirit in them, and even ghosts are afraid of them.
There were many executioners in ancient times who used their execution weapons to guard houses, said the second uncle.
I absolutely agree with what he said, because when I was in college, there was a buddy in the dormitory who liked to watch horror movies from Hong Kong and Taiwan. Basically, this is what he said.
Second uncle is indeed witty
I wasn't sleepy now, I even stopped burning paper money in my hand, and asked my second uncle: "What do you think about grandpa?"