I was scared just now and just ran away. I don’t know where to throw Li Milk away, but I must have lost it anyway.

I said look for it quickly, I haven't run far, it should be nearby.

I started looking with a flashlight, and finally found it in the grass nest.

Mr. Song repeatedly bowed to Li Mian for apologizing, and scolded me for being careless, and said that we would be in great trouble these days.

After climbing over Langpo and reaching Tulingou, I saw a large pile of dry firewood piled up in an open space. It was obviously prepared during the day, and there was something made of wood next to the firewood pile.

The triangle is like a small house in ancient times, or a sedan chair with a triangle roof in the past. It is engraved with a certain year, a certain month, and someone uses it. I didn't dare to ask too much.

The mountains are very quiet, and you can hear a few strange birds from time to time.

The two carried Li Milk to the pile of firewood, and Mr. Song kowtowed three respectfully.

He said before that our cremation and cultural bureau are different from cremation plants and cremation, yes, they are completely different.

I have never seen this form of cremation.

After Mr. Song kowtowed, he lit three incense sticks, and got up and stripped off all the clothes Li Nu had worn.

Not only the funeral clothes, but all the clothes inside and outside were stripped off.

Then, he called his junior brother to check the household registration to help. The two of them bent Li's body hard, bent into the position of the fetus in the mother's belly, and their whole body was curled up.

Because the dead body was stiff, it took more than half an hour to see this step alone. I was extremely uncomfortable when I watched it. I could imagine the scene. The old man who had been dead for a long time was folded hard. Sometimes when he used too much force, he could still hear the crackling sound of bones and joints.

Mr. Song wiped his sweat and took out a large handful of ropes from his bag of cloth. Each rope was more than half a meter long and had more than a dozen.

He used a rope to tie knots on Li Mi's wrists, joints and other parts. I counted about it and tied a total of 13 knots in front and back.

Without hesitation, after finishing all this, I checked my household registration and took out my lighter and lit the hay directly.

The fire rose, attracting wood again, and in a few minutes it was already a sea of ​​fire.

The dry firewood was burning and the heat wave hit people's faces a little painful. The three of us took a few steps back.

"The dust returns to dust, the soil returns to earth, it is clean when it comes, clean when it goes, and clean when it goes, let's go."

I looked at the burning fire and asked why it was burning like this.

Mr. Song explained: "This is a burial method for Tujia people. They think that people should "come the essence" and "come essence". The knots are tied to keep the body in posture and burn it completely, so that the soul will be as pure as a newborn baby and will not have any nostalgia for the world.

The Tujia people do have this kind of burial method, which local folkloreists call "returning the earth to burial". Similarly, the Yi people's "returning the tiger to burial", the Mosuo people's "squatted burial", and the tiger to burial is to burn a robe embroidered with a tiger when burning corpses. As the name suggests, squatted burial is to burn people on firewood.

I added two or three times, thick smoke rolled, and the fire was pouring into the sky. I burned my milk to ashes for about an hour.

He picked out the clumped ashes with a wooden stick and hung them for a few minutes. Mr. Song put the ashes into a wooden sedan and covered them with a red cloth. He explained that this was called a spiritual sedan, and many people didn't know that it was better for dead people to use this than using an ashes jar.

The fire went out, and Mr. Song held the wooden sedan chair in both hands and said, "It's okay, thank you everyone for your hard work."

"What do you want to say when the Cultural Bureau comes tomorrow?" I asked him.

He said: "We all burned, what else can they do? The worst result is to pay a fine and criticize it."

"By the way, young man, you rest at home in the morning, have lunch and come to me in the afternoon. We want to get rid of bad luck, otherwise you may be unlucky in the near future."

"Okay, then I'll come to find you tomorrow afternoon."

"After finishing all this, I'm leaving the day after tomorrow."

“Where to go?”

"Of course I'm going back. When I go home, I'm not from Tianjing Village. I live in Hua Village. If you need to do funerals in the future, you can come to me."

I said there was no need, I tried not to look for you. He shook his head and smiled after hearing this.

Actually, what is the name of what we did this night?

This is called a serious feudal superstition.

As for whether it is useful, no one knows that I am half-believing and half-doubted.

When I went back to boil water and take a shower, I sat in a large basin and rubbed my body all over. I threw away my clothes and didn't even bother to wash them because I always smelled like a corpse stinking.

After all the work, I fell asleep at around 3 a.m.

.....

It was noon and the sun was getting dark, and I got up and put on my shoes.

My feet hurt, my legs are also hurt, and the muscles in my calves are sore and numb. I was so tired last night.

"ah......"

I opened my mouth and stretched. I put on my clothes and wanted to make some food by myself, but then I thought, it was time for dinner, so why did I make it myself?

I should go and have a free meal.

Yezi cooks delicious, so go to her house to eat.

"Yezi, what are you doing?"

I just arrived at her house and saw Ye Zi cutting vegetables around an apron.

"Xiang Feng, you are here. I plan to make Xianxian vegetables at noon."

"What kind of dish is that?"

Yezi is said to be a wild vegetable on the mountain. It grows in the fields and is the tenderest this month. It is delicious when stir-fried with garlic or chopped into buns.

"Did you eat it? Why don't you try it at noon?"

"Well... it's not too hungry, you can eat something." I said.

At noon, I ate two large bowls of slim vegetables with rice.

Her father took the bowl and went to the door. We were eating in the room. I found that Ye Zi still wanted to hook me up because when she was eating, she kept looking at me and whispering chopsticks.

"Xiang Feng, didn't you say you would give me money today?" Ye Zi suddenly asked me.

"Why are you panic? I won't run away. Just one or two days, don't panic, I'll go when I have time."

Ye Zi smiled, put down the chopsticks and said, "Then you have to remember to give me 80,000 yuan."

"I know, I'm full, I'm leaving, there's something else."

Mr. Song and his junior brother both lived in Li's house. Lao Quan was bleeding in order to hold this funeral. He was fined more than 3,000 yuan by the Cultural Bureau alone.

"The young man is here, have you eaten? We are just having a meal."

"have eaten."

"Then wait for us to finish eating."

I have to "get bad luck" in the afternoon. This is what Mr. Song taught me. I think the meaning is quite good. Friends who feel that their career and academic career are not going well can try it. Anyway, there is no need to spend any money. If it is useful, you will make a profit.

Find an egg, pour out all the egg yolks and leave only empty egg shells.

Cut two of your hair, rub it, stuff it into the egg shell, then smash a piece of coal ball, grab a handful of coal and stuff it into the egg shell.

Mr. Song cut a little hair with a nail knife, which was less than one centimeter long, and he felt very distressed when he looked.

Finally, I went out with the eggshell, faced the west, and threw it out hard.
Chapter completed!