"The time is almost up, Gong Bao, why aren't you ready yet?" At this time, Uncle Zhang walked out.
"Okay, okay! Why urge me!"
Gong Bao put down his sickle, patted the sawdust on his body, and stood up.
"Is this good?" Mao Sandao pulled Gong Bao.
"Otherwise?" Gong Bao shook the extremely irregular-looking wooden sword in his hand, "It's a one-time thing, just enough to get it!"
Mao Sandao immediately retorted: "You are not bad at all, you are almost as good as a stick."
"That's it." Gong Bao walked straight into the hall and stood in front of Grandpa Liu's coffin.
He held the wooden sword and waved it wildly in front of the coffin, and began to read:
"Lu Ban builds a house and will not stop mourning for a long time. Now there is a new deceased. The man Liu Zhenzhu has a true soul. He enters through the gate in life and leaves through the gate in death."
One hundred and twenty fierce gods were beaten out, and the Eight Great Vajras greeted the Emperor God. The funeral chariot came out casually and was shattered into dust.
Dead souls, dead souls, have three souls in their body. One soul goes to heaven to achieve early success. The other soul is in the tomb to protect the children and grandchildren. The other soul goes to the west to practice humanity in the morning. Penglai is not far away. Please come on the cloud road. "
Gong Bao turned around three times and shouted:
"Lift the coffin!"
This spell was worked out by Gong Bao while he was sitting in the shed last night. Ever since he was frightened in the cemetery, he never dared to slack off.
Not only that, but the incantation for burial was also thought up together.
At this time, the suona sounded loudly and firecrackers went off.
"One! Two! Three! Get up!"
The appointed "Eight Immortals" worked together to lift Grandpa Liu's coffin.
Before the "Eight Immortals" who had just lifted up the coffin could leave, Zhu Dagang pressed Grandpa Liu's coffin down and started crying loudly:
"I won't let you take grandpa away. Grandpa will stay here with Dagang! Don't let him go..."
Seeing this, several aunties had no choice but to come forward and comfort him in turn, until he calmed down after a while.
Perhaps because he was tired from crying, Zhu Dagang looked a little drowsy. Finally, an aunt arranged for him to rest at her home.
The team walked slowly towards the tomb.
The tomb is not far away, and we arrived in about ten minutes.
The Eight Immortals carried the coffin and stood beside the grave that had been dug long ago, waiting for Gong Bao to speak.
Gong Bao probably understood some of the necessary procedures. He circled the tomb three times and read:
"The time is auspicious, the heaven and the earth are open, I have now closed the mountains to great auspiciousness, the sky is round and the earth is round, and people can live in peace in the middle;
The competition is like a house, and when you die, you are buried on a hill; once you die, you rely on earth walls to support you, bury the dead, and seal the tomb.
This dead person, this dead person, now listen to me clearly.
Don’t be afraid of thunder in spring, and don’t be afraid of rising floods in summer.
When autumn comes, you are not afraid of strong winds, and when winter comes, you are not afraid of snow, frost and dew.
Thousands of burials, ten thousand peace, a thousand-year tomb built, a good city built for all generations, great good fortune and great prosperity.
…”
After he finished reciting, Gong Baomujian tapped the grave a few times: "Bury it."
After hearing Gong Bao's instructions for burial, the Eight Immortals worked together to place Grandpa Liu's coffin into the tomb.
Everyone gathered around and filled the tomb together.
Half an hour later, everyone began to go back one after another.
Before leaving, Mao Sandao and Uncle Zhang saw Gong Bao kneeling in front of Grandpa Liu's grave and kowtow several times.
Gong Bao behaved abnormally, and Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "Interesting."
Mao Sandao curled his lips.
Old thief Doukui, how did you scare Gong Bao?
After Gong Bao kowtowed, he said nothing and hurried past Mao Sandao and Uncle Zhang as if there was no one else around.
After returning to Grandpa Liu's house, after breakfast, Mao Sandao packed some leftovers for Mao Qiuer and placed them in the corner, and stuffed two thousand yuan into the envelope.
He walked up to Gong Bao who was about to leave: "Although I don't like you, I am still willing to give you some hard work."
Mao Sandao believed that no matter what he said, Gong Bao could not be allowed to pour money in.
Furthermore, Mao Sandao also saw in the morning that Gong Bao had tried his best.
As a human being, keep a fine line in everything and be a person with moderation...
Looking at the envelope, Gong Bao was just about to reach out to take it, but suddenly something happened last night popped into his mind. He tensed up and quickly pushed it back: "I can't take this money! I don't dare to take it either!"
Mao Sandao knew what Gong Bao was worried about and said, "Don't worry, if this person doesn't do anything bad, no ghost will knock on the door."
Gong Bao stared at the envelope again, his heart was ready to move, and he wanted to raise his hand.
Money is such a good thing that it’s irresistible.
He wanted to take it, but he couldn't help but feel scared when he thought about what happened in the cemetery.
He pushed the envelope back again: "Well...just treat it as doing good deeds and accumulating merit."
Then he left.
After hesitating for a long time, Mao Sandao put the envelope back into his pocket.
A few hours later...
All the villagers left.
After Uncle Zhang said goodbye to Grandpa Liu and his niece, he slowly walked to the gate.
"Bang, bang, bang...bang!"
"Click!"
Slowly close the door to Grandpa Liu's house and hang the lock.
Here, the peace of the past is restored again.
Mao Sandao knew that soon the place would become overgrown with wild grass and become desolate...
Uncle Zhang walked to Mao Sandao, turned around, looked at Grandpa Liu's house with a complicated expression, and said with emotion: "Oh! This old house, once no one lives in it, will slowly collapse, and eventually it will become a Pile of loess.
Just like people, once you get older, you will find that the older you get, the faster you get older. In the end, ashes will return to ashes, and dust will return to dust.
No one knows what will happen next and cannot predict it.
There is a saying that goes well, live in the present, cherish what is in front of you, love what you love, be able to love what you love, and being able to live your life in peace is also a blessing. "
Mao Sandao nodded with a bitter smile: "Yes, things are unpredictable. Who can think of what will happen tomorrow? We will only know what happens tomorrow..."
Mao Sandao turned to look at Uncle Zhang, only to find that his temples were gray and the wrinkles on his face were getting darker.
For so many years, he has been deeply cared for by Uncle Zhang and the villagers. He has always kept this gratitude deep in his heart and has never revealed it.
"What...what's wrong?" Mao Sandao kept looking at him, and Uncle Zhang asked unnaturally, "Did I say something wrong?"
"No." Mao Sandao looked solemn, "Uncle Zhang, I hope you... will live a long and healthy life, as well as everyone in the village."
Uncle Zhang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said lovingly: "This kid, do you want the village to become a village of bastards? Haha."
Mao Sandao also smiled: "Well... it's Changshou Village."
Uncle Zhang said: "Okay, I'll lend you some good luck. By the way, come to my house for dinner at noon. I'll let your aunt cook you some of your favorite dishes."
Mao Sandao looked at the time and shook his head gently: "No, a friend of mine is in the hospital and I want to see him."
Uncle Zhang looked slightly disappointed: "Okay, I will definitely come to Uncle Zhang's place when I have time, and have a few drinks with you, Uncle Zhang."
Mao Sandao nodded heavily: "Definitely."
"Okay, then I won't delay your business. You go to the hospital first, and I will go back first."
"good."
Uncle Zhang took one last look around Grandpa Liu's house, and after making sure everything was arranged properly, he walked towards home.
However, Mao Sandao was a little strange. Since the incident in the woods, he had never seen Li Quanyou again.
On the way back, I passed by Li Quanyou's house and saw a lock on the door, as if he was not at home.
Mao Sandao thought for a while and thought that he might have found a place to hide because he was too embarrassed to see the villagers.
Or maybe, just like what was said in the woods, I went to "Night Romance" to seek comfort from Xiaomei...
Mao Sandao rubbed his tired face, walked to the corner, and walked home with the food prepared for Mao Qiu'er.
I neglected this beast again...
"Woooo..."
As soon as he got home, Maoqiuer ran over, shook his tail vigorously, put his hind legs on the ground, and pulled Mao Sandao's trouser legs with his front paws, trying his best to jump up and get in close contact with Mao Sandao.
Mao Sandao poured the food into the iron basin and touched its body: "Why are you still losing weight? Eat quickly."
Furball put his face to the iron basin, sniffed it, and suddenly started eating.
After Mao Qiu'er finished eating, Mao Sandao cleaned the iron basin for him and said, "I'm going to the hospital and will take you to the study room with me."
Maoqiu'er shook his head vigorously, not bothering to look at him again. He strode forward into the carton alone, with his butt pointed at him, head inward, and crawled down.
