On April 17th, it is appropriate to break the ground and break the ground, and avoid getting married.
Mr. Yin Yang invited by the Jia family specially selected the day.
There was no way, breaking ground was a big deal. No matter how anxious Jia Liu was to dig his grandpa's grave, he still had to maintain his image as a good grandson.
So I waited for three days, just waiting for this good day to come.
In the past three days, Grandpa Jia San, who came from Beijing, spent a lot of money. Sima Village was like a Chinese New Year, eating a lot of food and fish.
In three days, all the pigs, sheep, chickens, and ducks within a radius of ten miles were eaten.
That is to say, Grandpa Jia San was ranked among the richest people in the Qing Dynasty. If Grandpa Daquan came over, he would probably have to pack his bags and board the train back to Beijing overnight.
In fact, we should be kinder to the Jia family, because these Jia family members have never benefited from Jia Hanfu's family before, and now the Hanfu ancestors have become a potential evil obstacle. There is no guarantee that the Jia family will one day be regarded as accomplices.
Beheaded.
Considering this, Jia Liu must let others take advantage of him.
Not to mention arranging work and so on, at least while I am in my hometown, I have to take care of others.
Finally, the good days have arrived.
Early in the morning, the monk Youzhen had found came over in a donkey cart.
They were very professional. After getting off the car and having a meal at the master's house, the eighteen monks took various magical instruments and went to the Jia family cemetery, ready to start.
This is a ritual, a necessary procedure.
Without this procedure, even Jia Liu would feel a little uncomfortable.
What Jia Liu didn't expect was that his grandson Youzhen also got a cassock and mingled among the monks, singing in his mouth and banging the wooden fish "dudududu" in his hands. Don't mention it, this grandson
His skills are really good, and the verses he sings are better than the songs he sings.
Another grandson with a white beard told the third grandfather that although Youzhen's main business was weaving hemp shoes and ropes, he occasionally worked as a monk and Taoist priest. Even those masters were temporary assistants to nearby farmers.
Hearing this, Jia Liu stood in awe.
Make money, don't be shabby.
But Jia Liu couldn't understand a word of what the masters were reciting, but he felt that it was quite rhythmic. From time to time, he would bang the bowl with his bowl and roar together, almost like a death rock band.
As a direct descendant of the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, before the ceremony ended, Jia Liu had to kneel in front of the broken tombstone and howl from time to time.
This is also what it should be.
The digging up of ancestral graves is not only an earth-shattering event for ordinary people's homes, but also an earth-shattering event for emperors' homes.
When Chongzhen heard that Zhang Xianzhong dug up his ancestral graves, didn't he burst into tears in the main hall, saying that his grandson was unfilial?
In order not to repeat the mistakes of Chongzhen, Jia Liu personally dug up the old man's grave, which was also a manifestation of great filial piety.
Ordinary people with slightly lower IQs cannot understand the pattern.
Finally, the masters shouted "Amitabha" in unison, and the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly.
Youzhen, disguised as a monk, whispered to Third Grandpa to burn some more paper money for the ancestor of Hanfu.
Jia Liu had plenty of money. With a gesture, a group of soldiers brought dozens of bundles of paper money bought from the county and remitted them to the ancestors of the Han Dynasty on the spot.
Jia Liu took the lead in setting the fire, and suddenly the flames shot into the sky and paper ash flew all over the sky.
I thought that I should say hello to Lao Li and open a special account for the old man at the bank. This way, if my great-grandson cannot return to his hometown in the future, he can directly transfer money to the old man in the account.
Very convenient.
"Third Grandpa, it's time to break ground!"
"good."
Jia Liu asked the chaste monks to collect their wages, including his own.
After waiting for the others to leave, he picked up the prepared shovel, looked at the soldiers who were already gearing up, and waved his hand: "dig!"
"嗻!"
Fifteen of Sauron's soldiers responded in unison, and rushed forward to pick up the tomb, and those who carried bricks to carry bricks.
As the soil flew up, the tombs of the ancestors of the Han Dynasty were shrinking frame by frame like in a cartoon.
Jia Liu sat on the pony. Because the sun was a little bit poisonous today, he was afraid of getting tanned, so he wore a hat.
I was idle and looked around at the graves of other members of the Jia family, especially his grandfather Jia Zuwang. I circled around the graves and finally shook my head.
Outsiders have no way of knowing what they think.
When Shuan Zhu came back, the tombs of Hanfu ancestors had been dug up and the underground construction process was about to begin.
It is certain that the coffins of the ancestors of the Han Dynasty were definitely not damaged by lightning, because the excavated soil retains its original flavor and does not have any electric barbecue effect.
"Master, do you think this bastard can do it?"
Yang Zhi glanced around furtively, and after making sure no outsiders were present, he opened a mesh bag.
Inside is an old tortoise weighing four pounds.
The young master specially ordered it to be bought.
The reason is that the young master feels that the only way to get rid of feudal superstition is still feudal superstition.
The nature of the incident of the Jia family's ancestral tomb being struck by thunder was so bad that the ignorant thought it was the descendants of the Jia family who had done such evil. If such rumors that were inconsistent with the facts were allowed to spread, and if they were to reach Qianlong's ears one day, what would happen to him?
It would be a heavy blow to Jia Liu's political life.
As the old man got older, he became superstitious.
Therefore it is necessary to create another superstition to break the existing one.
Originally, Jia Liu wanted to get a snake or something in his ancestor's grave, so that he would feel taller.
The real dragon overcomes the tribulation and attracts thunder and lightning. How classy.
However, Shuan Zhu reminded that there was a real dragon in the ancestral tomb, which would send the young master to the guillotine in advance, so he released a thousand-year-old tortoise instead.
This tortoise thing has nothing to do with real dragons.
The four mythical beasts are dragon, phoenix, unicorn and turtle.
The lone turtle has nothing to do with imperial power. In addition to symbolizing longevity, it is also regarded as auspicious.
"Shang Shu Hou" records: During Yao's time, a jade was sunk in Luoshui to worship the gods. A black tortoise came out carrying a book from heaven. There were red lines and red characters on its back, which spoke of the changes in the world's destiny.
In this way, it is a bad thing that the Jia family's ancestral tomb was struck by thunder, but there is a thousand-year-old spirit turtle in the tomb. This is a good thing and is not a taboo.
If we don't remedy it like this, if Master Jia Jia wants to usurp Manchu in the future, the discussion among the people in the court and the fact that Master Jia Jia's ancestral tomb was struck by thunder will not be a matter of losing Master Jia Jia's face, but a matter of the country and the country.
major events.
"How much did it cost?"
Jia Liu picked up one of the old bastard's feet, which was quite heavy.
Yang Zhi said it cost more than 200 yuan.
"Well, that's it."
Jia Liu casually threw the old bastard into the bag, picked up the shovel and started to do it himself.
I dug it three times symbolically.
Half an hour later, the soldiers finally dug up the coffin.
Jia Liuyi was excited and hurried over to check, only to see two coffins underneath.
One mouth belongs to the old man, the other belongs to the old woman.
A typical burial pit for husband and wife.
"Be careful when you dig, don't break the pots and jars, and dig carefully to see if there is any gold or silver."
Jia Liu squatted by the pit and personally directed the soldiers to conduct the excavation.
The old man's tomb is also a hundred years old. No matter how clean it is, there will still be some items from the Ming Dynasty. Even if it is not valuable, Jia Liu can leave it to his descendants to sell.
The first thing unearthed was the old man's epitaph. The good grandson asked someone to carry it away without even looking at it.
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