The person who buried Yunxia was the old man Jin from the village.
Old Jin looks as thin and long as a hemp pole, with high cheekbones and a pointed nose. Although he is a man, he is married and has children, but he has a high-pitched voice when he talks and walks like a It's crooked, and when you talk, those fingers can even give you an orchid finger.
The children in the village all called him a sissy and a hermaphrodite behind his back. At this time, he would stand at the intersection with his hands on his hips and yell at the children, using all kinds of dirty words to drown them.
But the children were not afraid and still laughed and liked to chase after him and tease him.
The children are innocent and their attitudes are written all over their faces, but the adults in the village have much more complicated feelings towards Old Man Jin.
They neither dared to neglect Old Man Jin, nor did they want to get too close to Old Man Jin.
Every family has a life and death situation, and burial is the most important first step.
The ancestors of Old Han Jin's family were in this business. It has been passed down to his generation and has become famous in every village in the country.
Everyone has to die, not only the living but also the dead have to rely on him, so everyone will nod and say hello to Old Man Jin when they see him.
But at the same time, Old Man Jin has a lot of yin energy in his job as a white man, and his bad luck is not light, so everyone just says hello to him from a distance. As for going to his house to visit, that is impossible, even for Old Man Jin My neighbors all said they didn't dare to visit Old Man Jin's house because they always felt that the house was dark and spooky.
But Old Man Jin and his mother-in-law lived in that dark and gloomy room for most of their lives and gave birth to five or six children, so no one could tell whether the things in this world were true or false.
Back to business, Huosheng invited old man Jin to come over and help Yunxia and his wife with their coffins.
At this moment, Old Man Jin came down with a familiar procedure, and it was time to seal the coffin lid.
Old Man Jin shouted loudly, to the effect that he wanted his mother-in-law's family to come forward and see Yunxia one last time.
So Yunxia's parents, brothers and sisters helped each other to the coffin, and Old Man Jin gently opened the 'masking paper' covering Yunxia's face and let them take a look.
It would be better if you didn't look at it, but when you look at it, you burst into tears and Yunxia's mother almost fainted.
Caixia and her two sisters-in-law quickly helped the old woman aside and prevented her from looking any further. The next step was Huosheng.
Huosheng stared blankly at the woman in the coffin who had been his husband for ten years, and grief filled his heart.
He held the edge of the coffin tightly with his fingers and said to her silently in his heart: "Don't panic on the road to Huangquan. Take care of the two children. I will go find you later."
Then, he turned away and walked aside stiffly, standing there like a zombie.
After Old Man Jin asked people to read it, he shouted again: "A filial son protects his nails."
Seeing that Yun Xia's two children died together with her, and her knees were empty, Shui Sheng carried her son over as agreed before.
Shuisheng's son was only over two years old and was still ignorant. He was still turning his head and looking around when Shuisheng held him in his arms.
Old Man Jin handed over three white threads. One end of the white thread was wrapped around the nail, and the other end was wrapped symbolically in the child's hand.
Then Old Man Jin picked up the hammer and made a few symbolic movements of hammering nails. Shuisheng whispered a few words into the child's ear.
The child shouted in a sweet voice: "Auntie, hide from the nails."
This session was over. Shuisheng held the child and stepped aside. He took out a candy and stuffed it into the child's mouth to comfort him.
Old Man Jin's sinister gaze swept over the crowd, including Yang Huazhong and other enthusiastic villagers, and shouted: "Everyone born in the Yin, Mao, and Yin seasons should turn their backs and avoid them. Anyone born in the zodiac of cattle, sheep, and pigs should avoid them. Everyone should be silent."
At that moment, several people in the crowd turned around and avoided. Shui was afraid that the child would make a noise, so he quickly carried the child out of the ancestral hall through the side door and waited outside.
After the sound of four nails hammering into the coffin lid was heard in the ancestral hall, Shui Sheng returned to the ancestral hall with the child in his arms.
At this time, Yunxia's natal women once again cried and swarmed to the coffin. All kinds of remembrance and heart-wrenching words were mixed in the heart-wrenching cries. Even the most hard-hearted people could not help crying after hearing this.
Yang Ruoqing's eye sockets were also filled with soreness, and she couldn't help but look away, not wanting to look anymore.
Luo Fengtang gently squeezed her hand to express comfort.
Changrong, who was across a patio, looked at all this, especially when he saw Huosheng standing there blankly, he couldn't help but pinch his chin and think, Huosheng is only twenty-seven or eighty years old, his wife is gone, and his child is gone. It’s gone. I will definitely get married again within half a year. It’s impossible to survive.
Hey, I'm going through a lot of trouble right now, but after a year and a half of hard work, when the time comes to get married again, I'll still be happy.
After all, I am still as pitiful as myself. I am over forty years old, completely broke, and my three sons have not married yet. I probably have no hope of marrying my wife again in this life. It is pitiful, pitiful...
When Changrong lay in mourning, Old Man Jin finished enclosing Yunxia, and then put the two children wearing new clothes into two small coffins outside the ancestral hall.
The women moved outside the ancestral hall and burst into tears again. Huosheng couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down in front of the two small coffins and bumped his head against the wall...
The women present cried, and the men couldn't help but shed tears. Yang Ruoqing even took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and tears fell one by one.
That year there was a severe flood in my hometown. The flood was followed by the plague. The plague killed many people, and people wailed everywhere.
I don’t know whether it’s because many years have passed and time has diluted the grief, or it’s something else. Yang Ruoqing always feels that the grief caused by the plague is far less than the snow disaster in front of her...
The enshrinement was successfully completed, leaving the family members to keep vigil while everyone else dispersed.
At night, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang took their children to stay at their parents' house for dinner.
At the dinner table, the atmosphere was unusually dull. Yang Huazhong drank cup after cup of boring wine without taking a bite of the food.
Sun and Xiaohua were worried and secretly exchanged glances. In the end, Yang Ruoqing held down Yang Huazhong's wrist and said, "Dad, stop drinking. If you drink any more, it will hurt your health."
Yang Huazhong's eyes were filled with frustration and annoyance. Under the influence of alcohol, even when he moved his eyes, he looked a little sluggish.
"Let me drink. It's best if I'm drunk. I feel uncomfortable when I'm awake." He said in a muffled voice and opened Yang Ruoqing's hand.
Yang Ruoqing changed her other hand to hold him down again: "Dad, everyone feels bad about this matter. Don't torment yourself like this. There is a saying that all people and matters should be left to fate. You have advised Huosheng to let the sick children go. He is not happy to come to our house first. We can't go to someone else's house and take away a sick child, right? If something goes wrong if the wind breaks out on the road, we can't bear the responsibility!"
