Author: Morning 77

My grandfather was a stonemason, or to be more precise, a stone carver.

Many people know about Feng Shui masters and fortune tellers, but this may be the first time they have heard of the monument engraver. After all, he is a craftsman with average talk and skills, and his reputation is not that great.

As long as the first two mentioned it, everyone knows that there are five disadvantages and three shortcomings. The person who carved the monument is much better. At most, there are no boys in the family.

My mother is the youngest in the family, with two sisters and one brother.

I heard from my mother that my grandpa learned the craft from a lonely old man in the mountains. He learned it for several months. When grandpa returned home after completing his studies, my uncle was stoned to death that afternoon.

After my uncle's death, my grandfather's family had no sons, so he left his second daughter and hired a son-in-law, who was my second uncle.

Within a year, my second aunt became pregnant and gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Unfortunately, the boy was stillborn.

I heard from my mother that my second aunt cried for several days and lost weight. This is why my second cousin named her Shuangmeier even though she was an only child.

As for the two children over there, the older one is called Da Shuang'er and the younger one is called Xiao Shuang'er.

I was born in 1995. My dad’s hometown is close to my grandpa’s house, so I would go to my grandpa’s house to play during the holidays, and I became my grandpa’s favorite granddaughter.

During the summer vacation when I was 3 years old, a young couple came to see my grandfather.

The men were tall and handsome, and the women were delicate and beautiful, but they all had sad faces, but I didn't care. My attention was attracted by the bags in their hands.

People who come to see my grandpa for business usually bring a lot of delicious food, and most of these delicious foods end up in my stomach.

At that time I thought they had delicious food in their bags.

"Old Pan, where are you eating?"

The person who brought them here was the village party secretary. It was lunch time, and my grandparents and I were having dinner.

"Yes, have you eaten? How about some?" Grandpa was kind to others and stood up to invite them to eat some together.

The village party secretary waved his hands repeatedly, directly stated his purpose of coming, and pointed to the couple behind him.

As soon as grandpa looked over, the couple knelt on the ground, and the sound of their kneecaps touching the ground was real.

"What are you doing! I'm done with this! Get up!"

Grandpa hurriedly pulled the two of them up, and grandma followed suit.

When they weren't paying attention, I walked down from the table and went to the side to hook up the supplement bags they brought.

The bag was placed on the stool, and it fell over when it was hooked. The contents fell out, bright red, and scattered in bundles on the floor.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

The village party secretary had also seen big scenes. He smiled and smoothed things over, and then put the red tickets back in piles.

Grandpa was silent for a while and agreed to them.

The couple bowed excitedly, left their contact information, and agreed on a time and address before leaving.

The colorful supplement bag was left on the stool.

As soon as they left, grandma started scolding, "Isn't it enough to feed you all day long? Look at whose child died and carved a monument? Can this be done? He will be punished!"

I don’t know if this custom is only in our area. The souls of children who died young are the purest and cannot be engraved with monuments. Carving monuments will make them linger in the world and prevent them from reincarnating properly.

Later, when I inherited my grandfather's mantle, I learned that the inscription on a tombstone is a message for the dead, and the tombstone is a door leading to the Hall of Yama.

After death, the soul does not leave immediately, but has to wait for seven days. On the seventh day, the soul will wake up, but will forget what happened during the lifetime. It will not remember it until it sees the tombstone, and then go home to see the home.

A person takes one last look and then passes through the tombstone to go to the Yama Hall, which is called the first seven among the people.

But children who died at an early age are special. A memorial tablet is carved for the child who died at an early age. After the child comes home and looks at it, if he feels happy in his heart, he may be entrusted to this family again.

But no one can guarantee whether reincarnation is fate or a debt.

"I've been doing this for decades, what's the point of this shit? Retribution? What kind of retribution can there be? What the hell? Do you think that what happened back then was my retribution?"

Pan Xiangqian was my uncle who died. He was only sixteen years old when he died.

After hearing this, grandma fell silent. She quietly packed up the dishes and returned to the kitchen, her back looking a little lonely.

He must have been sad thinking about his uncle.

Early the next morning, before dawn, grandpa took his tools and went out.

Five days later, grandpa came back, but he was carried back.

"Sister-in-law, the city hospital has also gone there and asked us to carry the person back. There is no hope of saving him." The village party secretary also looked guilty.

I was still carving monuments on the mountain, but who knew that I fell down when I was going down the mountain? The place didn't look very high, how could a person fall and suffer a cerebral hemorrhage?

I watched my grandpa lying on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, his face turned black and red, and his lips were pale.

Two aunts took my mother aside to wipe her tears.

Grandma was the calmest one and immediately asked one of my cousins ​​to ride a motorcycle to the next village to find a man named Liao Laosan.

After Liao Laosan came over, he just opened my grandfather's eyelids and took a look, then asked my grandmother to prepare a big rooster, and then moved the Sanqing stone statues enshrined in the hall, leaving only an empty wall and the incense burner on the platform.

He himself walked into a guest room and came out wearing a gray robe.

Everyone was standing outside the main room. I took advantage of the small crowd and walked to my grandmother's arm and the door rail. I watched the man named Liao Laosan staggering around in the main room like he was drunk, dancing with a copper coin sword.

Although there were steps under his feet that I couldn't understand, they were full of wind.

After walking for a while, I grabbed the big rooster on the ground like a gust of wind, broke its neck, and poured all the chicken blood into the white porcelain bowl next to it.

He turned around and used his copper sword to pick up the most beautiful feather on the rooster's tail, dipped it in the blood in the bowl, and stuck it on the empty wall where the Sanqing stone statue was originally enshrined.

"You feed him this bowl of chicken blood."

Grandma took the bowl of chicken blood and went to the back room.

"Aren't you afraid?" Liao Laosan smiled and touched my head.

“What’s so scary about killing a chicken?”

I was a newborn calf and was not afraid of tigers. I didn't know that Liao Laosan was doing something wrong by trading a big rooster for my grandfather's life. Thirteen years later, the feather of the big rooster is still firmly stuck to the wall.

The day after drinking the chicken blood, my grandpa woke up, but only half of his body could move.

Uncle Liao said that his life was saved, but my grandfather's body would no longer be as strong as before, let alone the monument.

From then on, grandpa washed his hands in Jinpen and lived a life of raising chickens and ducks every day.

In the spring of 14 years later, another person came to my grandfather and asked him to come out and carve a memorial monument.

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