Chapter 550
He can still fucking talk!
This is people!
I'm so scared of people!
I got out of the car and walked up to them, pointed at the old man and the young man and said angrily: "What are you doing! What time is it? Do you want to scare people to death by holding up a lantern in the middle of the night?"
"Ouch! Misunderstanding!"
"Young man, put my grandson down quickly!"
The old man was dressed in white and looked like someone had died in his family. He explained: "This is our Jiang family's ancestor worship ceremony. Every two years on December 16th, we have to do a ceremony near Fu Village in the evening. You can only stop once and take the car, and you have to walk all the way to the sulfuric acid plant.”
"ah?"
It took me a few minutes to realize what kind of ancestor worship ceremony this was!
Carrying a lantern, we walked backwards from Fucun to the old sulfuric acid plant! You can only stop once in the middle, which is so strange and unheard of...
So, that woman just wanted to stop the car to the old sulfuric acid plant.
Brother Yu let go and put the child down. The child ran behind the old man and hugged him like a frightened rabbit.
I just find it strange that there is such an unheard-of way of worshiping ancestors here in Shaanxi. This is the first time I have seen it.
As I knew before, there are real and strange ways of worshiping ancestors, including hot sacrifices, cold sacrifices, and "Doing Karma" and "Daga" held to save the dead in Zunyi area. In some areas of Henan, people put on coffins "Head-up chicken", digging a pit in front of the grave to make "burial dumplings" and so on.
In addition, there are some places where there are tree burials, ice burials, river burials, water cave burials, sitting vat burials, secondary burials, hanging coffin burials, etc.
I looked at the old man in front of me and asked suspiciously: "May I ask which dynasty, which generation and where are your ancestors from?"
The old man shook his head: "It's inconvenient to reveal this. This is just our Jiang family's special way of worshiping our ancestors. It's so late, where are you going?"
I said go to Fu Village.
"Fu Cun?"
The old man said, "That's just right. We live in Jinzhan Village. Could you please give us a lift? Our Jiang family can only stop once on the way to worship our ancestors. We broke the rules today."
Seeing that I didn't say anything, the old man immediately took his wallet from his pocket.
"I only have ten dollars, master, just do it."
The taxi driver took ten yuan from the old man and turned to me and said, "Two bosses, they live in Jinzhan Village, just walk ten miles ahead. It's just on the way."
I still have something to do, and I don’t want to carpool with this old man or kid at all, but I can’t stand it and he keeps begging me.
In the end, there was really nothing I could do, so I said let’s squeeze in.
The old man was very happy when he heard that I agreed to carpool, and he immediately took out his old cell phone and made a call.
"Yuanyuan, come back quickly. We can't do it today. We are holding a festival tomorrow. I stopped a car to take us back. Come here quickly."
After a short while, I saw the woman in white with long hair walking backwards.
Without saying a word, she got into the back seat of the taxi without speaking to me.
The old man blew out the red lantern in his hand and sat in the front passenger seat with the child in his arms.
Brother Yu and I squeezed the woman in the middle.
With so many people coming up at once, the shabby taxi was a little overwhelmed, and black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe like burning engine oil.
I was very close to this woman.
I didn't want to be next to her. She was dressed in white and had disheveled hair like a female ghost.
I leaned hard against the window, trying to keep my distance from her.
This woman was actually very young, probably about the same age as me. She kept her head down and playing with her phone after getting in the car.
The road was not easy to walk, and the taxi was bumpy and bumpy. I grabbed the handrail and took a look.
The screen of her mobile phone was on. Although the screen was only 2 inches, I could just see it.
A small earth lit up on the screen of the mobile phone. There was a loading bar under the small earth, and the loading bar was loading little by little.
She was surfing the Internet on her mobile phone.
Monternet on the Internet.
At that time, Monternet was terrible. I still remember that when I was a kid, I took my uncle's cell phone and accidentally entered Monternet. After a short while, my uncle's cell phone stopped and he owed money. When I checked, I owed money. More than eighty dollars.
When I bought this mobile phone number, I specifically told the salesperson, I said you must not open Monternet for me, that would be it.
Then I saw it.
This woman entered a line of text on DreamNet. Clicked Search.
Just five little words.
"How to rob a tomb."
