I killed a python that was blocking the road and met an old woman who was crying in mourning. I don't know whether this was a good omen or a coincidence, but in this atmosphere, everyone had some strange feelings in their hearts.
"It's convenient to ask, where are you..." He Nan came to the side and poked his head towards an audience member outside.
"Are you blind? Can't you tell during a funeral?" The man was also rude. Taking advantage of his height and strength, he glanced at He Nan and said disdainfully. But this gaze also saw Wei Kui, who was like a pillar of heaven. He immediately shuddered and restrained himself: "Your accent doesn't sound like the locals, so it's normal to not understand the situation - our folk custom here is that which family has it?" When an old man dies, the whole village must come to keep vigil... It was our village chief who passed away, and it is already the third day."
The man was also afraid of being overheard, so he kept his voice even lower, and He Nan also understood - the protagonist of the funeral was not a young man, but an old man. When he saw that the man was willing to pay attention to him, he crawled over to stay with someone else. Originally the man was unwilling, but he was still tempted by He Nan's inducement.
A fierce battle consumes a lot of people's energy. When they are on the road, they can still hold on with a single thought, but once they relax, it is like soaking in the warm water called fatigue. Everyone who went back to rest early almost fell asleep next to each other in bed. In the past, only He Nan was left wandering around outside - he was either idle or energetic, but he was just curious about the funeral scenes of different regional customs.
Although the old rule in this village is that all households in the village gather together to keep a vigil for the elderly for one day, it does not mean that the funeral can only be held for one day. In fact, the longest funeral can last up to seven days, and the shortest one must be three days, otherwise they will be imprisoned. People regard their children as unvirtuous and their descendants as unfilial. The village chief's family was wealthy, so he had to organize a grand funeral. He made paper people and horses out of yellow and white paper cloth, built a paper house with paper walls, and invited a funeral drum and music team to play day and night for seven days. Rest in peace.
The ugly time is over, and there are fewer people gathered here. Those who go home to rest are women, children and the elderly who can't stand up for a long night. However, many young men in front of the tomb are sitting around and drowsy, but a group of middle-aged people are It’s actually not surprising for young people to set up a table to drink and gamble on their own. Although you are crying here and laughing there, in fact, they are also here to make you more popular. You can’t let it happen. You have to stand on duty all night, right?
Among the people who gathered around to gamble, in addition to local villagers, there were also mourning musicians who came to take a rest. Most of these people were also nearby villagers, and they were very familiar with each other when walking around. He Nan also joined in the fun for a while, and personally went to the table to kill everyone - He Nan was not very proficient in gambling, but at least he was one of the best gamblers in the world, the legendary chief gambling officer Shen Fang taught him. Isn't it easy to become the king and hegemon in this kind of village? After a few rounds, the copper plates in front of him piled up into a hill.
However, He Nan didn't come here just to win money. He actually knew how to be a good person. After making a few jokes, he returned the money he won to everyone, which immediately gained some goodwill.
Everyone woke up in twos and threes and washed up, and did not gather together until noon. They simply rested here for one more day, but there was something interesting to say. There was obviously still a funeral in the village, but today there were not many people. I went to gather around the funeral shed. Instead, a group of young and middle-aged people who gambled money came over last night to listen to He Nan's **** - this guy also made up one lie after another, relying on the fact that these villagers didn't have much knowledge. , claiming that he was a fellow disciple of Supervisor Shen of the Laizhou Gambling House, and that he had learned the superior Taoism at Tuanyun Temple in Haofengshan, and even gained the favor of a Buddhist monk to accept him as a lay disciple... In short, he was talking about major events in the martial arts world. He went on a tour and talked to everyone like a storyteller, so that these guys treated him like a guest.
However, it is impossible for one person to please everyone at the same time. The villagers praised He Nan so highly that he couldn't help but have a strange feeling like a leader like a thousand-faced immortal. However, the village chief lost his limelight. The family didn't think so. Just as He Nan was organizing a gambling game and chatting with the young funeral director about anecdotes from all over the country, the village chief's eldest son came over with a look in his eyes. Not good.
"It turns out he came here to ask for money." After hearing what the village chief's son said, He Nan chuckled in his heart. This guy was quite thick-skinned. This group of people would pluck their hair when they passed by and stayed in a village - -It's just that he doesn't want to cause trouble, and then
In addition, it's not appropriate to break into someone's funeral, so I just act like a random person. But after the village chief's son walked away, the emcee with whom he had a good chat frowned and asked Congratulations, "Isn't it clear that I didn't have to give the money to this bastard?"
In fact, in such a remote, backward and very closed village, many traditions and rules are very cumbersome and vulgar, such as the funeral ceremony-where is this paper money burned to collect from the deceased? It was clearly burned for the living to see. Not to mention the extravagant ostentation, it is really sad that the old man did not fulfill his filial piety during his lifetime, but after his death, he became a tool in the coffin to prove his filial piety to his descendants and gain face.
"Hey, do you think any family is willing to hold a funeral like this for five days and seven days? Aren't you afraid that others will stab you in the back and say that the descendants of this family are unfilial?" The master of ceremonies broke off a piece of dry flour and stuffed it into his mouth: "In this world, It’s also strange that if a family took good care of the elderly during their lifetime and kept everything simple after death, they would be criticized. However, those who have grand funerals, regardless of how they treated the elderly during their lifetime, at least have to be praised in terms of face. A word of filial piety."
"Don't blame me for exaggerating..." The master of ceremonies was a talkative person. Seeing that He Nan was similar in age but had a lot of experience, he wanted to have a lively conversation, but after considering the next content, he lowered his voice: "I know a few companies in this area. Once the old people get too old and can't work in the fields, their children don't even bother to cook, and they just do it perfunctorily - they can only eat watery soup and waterless food. The leftovers, not to mention the meaty texture, even lacked a few drops of vegetable oil. Many elderly people even starved to death due to lack of food day after day."
He Nan's heart trembled when he heard the words. He had traveled all over the country, inside and outside the customs. He was no longer the arrogant and high-minded young man. He had also seen a lot of suffering in the world, but children treated their parents like this. Such behavior is still commonplace, which is an unheard of shock to him.
"Is it because I am uneducated that I am so ignorant? Or is it because I am poor that I have to have such an extreme phenomenon?" He Nan is a person who likes to get to the bottom of things. Instead of investigating and condemning the unfairness of these behaviors, He Nan prefers Think about the root cause of the problem.
But what if you figure it out? Does he really have the ability to change? How many people can be changed?
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Since he had made up his mind not to have anything to do with the village chief's family, He Nan did not bite the bullet. However, a few "card friends" prepared a banquet at home for He Nan to show his face, so they also invited him. Wei Kui and others went together. It was not as lively as the village chief's house at the moment, but ten people was not a small number. After the wine was half drunk, He Nan and others took advantage of the gamblers to start punching again and left.
The owner of the residential house where He Nan stayed was one of the young people who liked to gamble, so he and the others were still sleeping in the house at this time. It was half past midnight, and the young man who had become familiar with He Nan during the day hurriedly got in while no one was paying attention.
The master of ceremonies was not here to steal gold or jade, but to spread the news. However, he only saw the young man with a face as white as jade sleeping on the bed in the first room, and there was no sign of the other people. He was shaking in his sleep in desperation. Chen Yanbi, who was in deep sleep, whispered: "Brother, wake up quickly!"
It's just that he shook for a long time, but the person on the bed still didn't wake up. The master of ceremonies was also very anxious and wanted to slap this guy a few times - how could he care about any etiquette when his life was at stake? He pinned his meal to his waist, rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action, when he saw a few wisps of blazing red stars emerging out of thin air at the dark door. He Nan held the pipe in one hand and spoke in the other. One hand was still holding up his pants, as if he had just gotten up and returned from the night.
"Okay, I guess I saw the right person." Under the stunned look of the visitor, He Nan arrogantly pulled over a chair and lay on it: "If you don't understand anything, just ask."
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