The small courtyard where we live, the west room.

Xiaoxuan was wiping the diving suits. The coal balls in the room were burning the teapot, and the teapot was opened with a loud noise.

I picked up the teapot and poured water into the thermos, looking at the other side of my head intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hey, my old friend, I'm sorry to bother you when I'm having a big holiday. I'll ask you about someone nicknamed "Artist Brother."

"Well... it's unlikely that it's a wild path. They have professional equipment and may be often active in Guangxi, Guangdong."

"Okay, I'm working hard, help me inquire and reply to me in time if there is any news."

I have been listening to phone calls like this, and I called six or seven times in one breath. At first, the result was not very good. I didn’t know what the handsome guy was, nor did I know his real name and age, but my friends agreed to ask.

Friends ask friends, friends of friends are asking friends.

After waiting for nearly two hours, there was news.

One person told us: "Brother Liang may be a man in his forties, from Guangxi. He was caught with a foreign ship to catch nautilus in his early years. After coming out, he brought in a few people to form a small team, which was only active in his own acre of three-point land, and was very famous in the industry."

After I learned the news, I took the paper and pen to put it on the table and started writing and painting.

I saw that the sketches he drew were probably in some places around Guizailing, such as the small pond, Yinyang Cave, and Zaizai Temple. He also drew a floor plan after falling from the pond.

"strangeness....."

He murmured to himself: "If there is an ancient tomb below, it does not conform to the funeral customs of any dynasty, but if it is not a tomb, what would it be..."

I told me about the stone tablets and statues I saw at the Dao County Cultural Administration Office.

After listening to it, he fell into deep thought, and he wrote the word "Chan" on the sketch.

"Oh, Fengzi, come out soon."

Dousprout suddenly appeared in the yard and waved to me.

"What are you asking me to do?"

Douya pointed outside the door and said, "You didn't hear it?"

I said what's the fun, is it the Lantern Festival? Didn't Xiao Tang say that he would leave the lights and set off fireworks on the night three days later?

"Not that, do you remember the man who got up by the river last time? The family invited a Taoist priest today. It should be a Dharma Assembly. There are many people. Let's go and have a look."

"What are you doing when you watch football? You have nothing to do when you are full."

"Cao," Dou Yazai stared at her dissatisfaction: "At this moment, do you think I, Lu Ziming, is the kind of person who likes to watch the fun?"

"I'm called investigation!"

Douyazi touched his chin, squinted his eyes and said, "There is only one truth."

"You forgot the Taoist priest I caught in the river?"

"That man also happened to die by the river. Let me give you an example. What if the dead man stole the mud statue and fell into the river? I think this is possible. Then, now we can come up with an argument why the Taoist priest's mud statue fell into the water?"

I bite the egg yolk pie in my mouth and stuffed the wrapping paper into my Douyazi's pocket and said:

"Awesome Brother Lu, you said it really well. It's the same as if you didn't."

I went to see it in the afternoon. Anyway, there were so many people, and no one noticed us after us.

It was a very strange folk activity. The dead man had a wife and younger brother at home, but no children.

His younger brother found two disciples of a Taoist priest from somewhere. The Taoist priest was about forty years old, a little fat, with a red face, wearing a red and yellow silk dress, and a hat similar to Jigong on his head, made of cloth.

In the early years, the feudal idea in remote mountainous areas was quite serious. It should be because of abnormal deaths. The rituals were divided into two games, and the whole process was watched by people. Those who helped would take care of the meal. The rituals started at 12:45 noon and the second half started at around 9:00 pm.

I think there is a saying to choose this time. 12:45 noon is the ancient noon three minutes. Although it is daytime, according to relevant sayings, this is the time when the yin energy is the most prosperous in the day. Yin is strong and Yang is weak, and many people take a nap during this period.

By the pond.

The Taoist apprentice looked at the following table and shouted in a singing tone: "The time has come... Let's go..."

Immediately a village name mentioned the leather bucket. The outer surface of the bucket was painted with lime, half a bucket of pond water was filled with it, and a square hole paper money was thrown away. After the paper money was soaked, it slowly sank to the bottom of the bucket.

Seeing that the paper money had sink to the bottom, the man carrying the bucket scooped a little water with a wooden scoop and sprinkled it on the ground, muttering a few words. I can only guess what he meant: "Let's go, go home."

"Bang!"

The villagers slapped the big copper rub with their hands, and some people were beating drums on their backs, those who were playing suona, and those who were beating and hitting began to walk.

The woman and brother of the dead man were dressed in white. They walked in the middle and sobbed, and sometimes shouted the name of the deceased several times, which should be Tang Gui.

Following him from the pond to the entrance of the village, I whispered to Douyazai, "Why are you crying?"

Douyazi pretended to wipe his tears and whispered: "You didn't see the people in front of you cry? If we learn from it, others will think that we are descendants and will not attract attention. Do you make me laugh?"

I shook my head, too lazy to talk about him.

Before entering the house, he poured the pond water in a leather bucket at the door of the house. The bearded Taoist priest held a cloth prayer flag and waved it in the air a few times.

After entering the yard, there was an altar in the main hall of the house, and all the incense burners were available.

A large coffin with black paint was placed in the corner of the house, and two stools were supported under the coffin, about one meter above the ground. Tang Gui should be lying in the coffin.

The priest of the horoscope waved cloth prayer flags at the altar, and beat the house for half an hour while playing suona and drums. Even if the ritual was finished in the first half, he would give the helper a bowl to eat.

I ate steamed buns and fat braised pork. I didn’t want to eat them very much. I just served a little bit. The bean sprouts were filled with a bowl of sharp tips, and four buns were skewed on the chopsticks.

"Hey, make a temple, there is no sea sand for Qifen, I'll give Han's paparazzi stool."

"What? Are you talking to me?" I pointed at myself.

The one who spoke to me was a young man in his twenties. He looked at me for a few seconds and changed to Mandarin and said, "Who are you? You are not from our village, why are you here to have a meal?"

I said who you are, why did you come to have a meal?

He said: "I am a relative of Uncle Tang, so of course I have to have a meal."

"I am also a relative of him, I am a relative from afar. Haha, what did you say just now? I didn't understand." I smiled.

He held the bowl and said, "I said the rice was light and asked you to take me that stool."

"Oh, I feel weak, too," I handed him the little Maza.

He took the little stool and sat down for dinner. I smiled and talked to the man, indirectly asking about Tang Gui's family situation and interpersonal relationships.
Chapter completed!