Miss Yao was obviously interested.
"How can I see it!"
She moved closer to Liu Bancheng, wanting to hear what he was going to say next.
Unexpectedly, the smell brought by Yao Dazhui made Liu dizzy again and subconsciously stepped back. He was afraid that the smell would make him dizzy and make him lose consciousness easily.
Liu Bancheng said, "If you don't believe me, master, come with me!"
With that said, he led the large group to the mourning shed.
Fan Changlin limped behind.
At this time, the white paper lanterns around the funeral shed were hung high, and the large coffin was raised high with thick wooden piles and still parked in the center of the funeral shed.
"Master Yao, this young man and I are responsible for the wake tonight. So far, there has been no movement on the coffin!"
"Talk! How can a dead person move? Is there something wrong with your head?"
Liu Bancheng shook his head and smiled again,
"Miss, come and see!"
The eldest lady followed Liu Bancheng to the coffin. Liu Bancheng pointed to a big nail on one corner of the coffin.
"Pay attention, Mr. Yao!"
After Liu finished speaking, he grabbed the nail cap with his hands.
With just a slight lift, the nail cap was pulled out of the coffin with the long nails.
Liu Bancheng did not pull out all the nails, but pressed them back in without using much force.
Miss Yao was dumbfounded by Liu Bancheng's maneuver.
He whispered in Liu Bancheng's ear, "How did you know?"
Liu Bancheng turned around and smiled, then hurriedly put his smile back.
Miss Yao's pretty face almost touched her own.
"Mr. Yao, why do you want to know so much?"
"What, is there anything strange?"
"Actually, Miss, you should know better than me?"
"What do I know? We came here together. The situation is clear at a glance. The owner of the village died here, but the coffin was not tightly bound. What's the fuss!"
Liu Bancheng felt that the little eldest sister spoke a little faster than usual.
It was obvious that the eldest lady no longer asked Liu Bancheng how he knew the nail was loose, but tried her best to explain that this was a normal phenomenon. This just proves his judgment about the eldest lady.
So he smiled and said, "Just treat it as a joke. Don't let the guy here hear it. If so, he will settle the score with me over there."
"Humph, I guess you understand!"
Early the next morning, Fan Changlin came back and told Liu Bancheng that at around ten o'clock in the morning, he was preparing to bury the deceased.
Liu Bancheng was puzzled. People died on the first day and were buried the next day. This was the first time Liu Bancheng had heard of it. This was so unreasonable.
Yao Yue heard the news but had no reaction.
"What's all the fuss about this? It's just normal. Everyone is already dead. What's the difference between stopping for one day and stopping for three days? It's a waste of people eating Ma Wei!"
In fact, Liu Bancheng had expected all these things to happen, so why not just go down the slope to liven up the atmosphere.
"Come on, miss, if you don't think it's weird, let me teach you about the knowledge here!"
"Okay, I'm all ears, sir!" Miss Yao leaned her slender body against the carriage shaft.
"The old man said that it is said that these folk sayings are really handed down from your dynasty, but as the eldest son of this dynasty, you don't know it. I have to criticize you!"
Miss Yao raised the riding whip in her hand, and Liu subconsciously dodged back halfway.
"After the person dies, he must be kept there for at least three days. Once he comes, some people will come back to life, which means they can still live. If they come back to life, you bury them. If you suffocate to death in a coffin, you will have to find someone to be buried with you. Secondly, people who have already arrived in that world may come back to take a look, say goodbye to their loved ones, or take another look at the people or places they miss. , this is to leave some thoughts and opportunities for the world!"
"It seems that today, their villa doesn't want to give the dead a chance or face! They don't know etiquette!"
Mr. Yao did not smile, but stared at Liu Bancheng. He must have been frightened by Liu Bancheng.
Later, when the time for burial finally arrived, people brought the prepared thick hemp ropes and began to tie the coffin in various ways.
Afterwards, some young men who were "disaster stunned" were called together to start arguing.
They were divided into front and back, two corners in the front and two corners in the back. The hemp rope in each corner was tied into a buckle, and a one and a half meter long pine pole was inserted.
Eight people shouted together and lifted the coffin easily.
Liu Bancheng looked back and found it funny, but he didn't dare to laugh.
Liu Bancheng and Fan Changlin were arranged to be at the front of the funeral procession by the old man who received them last night. Fan Changlin carried the tall sail, and Liu Bancheng was responsible for following him and scattering paper money with loops on both sides of the road.
After that, some younger workers set off firecrackers.
It seemed fun for them to set off firecrackers, and their performance was no worse than that of modern people.
There were seven or eight of them, each holding a small slate built with stone tools. A row of small holes was drilled in the middle of the slate. Those firecrackers were inserted into the table and lit. As long as one was lit, the other four or five would explode together. ring.
Liu Bancheng thought this was a very advanced way of playing. If you walk one step, there will be a crackling sound.
After that, the coffin was carried by eight people, followed by a large group of people wrapped in trumpet bands and so on.
Liu Bancheng inadvertently turned around and discovered that there were so many people living in the manor. It was so dark that there seemed to be more than 1,000 people. The procession turned around the mountain road. It was a long road and had turned two corners. The end of it had not yet been seen. .
Does a manor need so many people?
Liu Bancheng became more and more interested in the origin of this villa.
When Liu Bancheng was curious, someone asked the team to stop halfway up the mountain.
Everyone placed the eight-carrying coffin flat in the middle of the mountain road. Some people who came up later carried paper cows and horses, paper money and ingots, etc., and placed them all in front of the coffin and lit them. Along with the blazing fire, there was a burst of firecrackers, making it lively.
Then the team cleared the roadblocks and continued up the mountain, bypassing the mountain and coming to the middle of the two peaks, heading northwest against the northwest wind.
This is to bury the owner of the village at the mouth of the canyon just before the mountain peak goes down. This is even more unbelievable. According to Feng Shui, it is unlucky for the villa to bury their heads at the windward entrance. The villa is here to make money. , bury people in this strong wind, no matter how much money is burned here, it will be blown away by the wind coming from the northwest.
However, a closer look showed that they had already made arrangements. It’s hard to say. After all, he is just an outsider.
Because someone has already dug the four-sided deep hole in front of me.
When people lowered the coffin, a man wearing a black cloth flat-top costume commonly worn by Feng Shui masters jumped into the cave first, sprinkled copper coins on the four corners of the cave, pressed stacks of paper money, and then Someone pulled him up.
Then the eight people still held the ropes at the four corners and lowered the huge coffin straight down to the bottom.
Then all the people with tools started to shovel the soil inside.
Liu Bancheng was still puzzled.
In his mind, this kind of coffin did not need to be dug so deep. As he watched the coffin being placed on the bottom floor, Mr. Yin Yang offered incense to the northwest and then had people pile soil inside.
After the soil was flattened, the coffin was almost no longer visible, only a piece of black soil.
There are no round or tower-shaped tombs in front of me, nor are there any long tombs like the one in my old house. An ordinary lonely piece of black soil, as if nothing happened here.
