Summer nights are not cold, at least it is a bit chilly, which is not a problem for Wang Mo.
Wang Mo sat here the whole night and didn't sleep all night.
When he said he was tired, he would smoke cigarettes one after another, look at the dark night sky in the distance, and think about his own thoughts.
When the sky is bright and the first ray of sunlight appears on the horizon, the light that is not dazzling is really beautiful.
"Mr. Song, it turns out that the first ray of the sun in the morning looks like this. I guess you haven't seen it before."
Wang Mo stood up, patted the soil on his body, and said to Song Wenxuan's tombstone: "I won't let you lie here like this. I will build a new tomb for you. Only by doing this can I rest assured.
Go back to Beijing to study."
Wang Mo came down from the hillside and did not go to Secretary Ma's house. Instead, he went straight to the county town. He wanted to rebuild Song Wenxuan's tomb, but he did not have such money. Although he had some salary at the health center before, he did not have much money.
A lot, and he often helps people who don’t have money to see a doctor, so he doesn’t have much money.
Arriving at the county seat, Song Wenxuan called Wang Lichun in Beijing through Secretary Hu at the county committee.
On the phone, Wang Mo and Wang Lichun talked about Song Wenxuan and his own plans. Wang Lichun said nothing but said, "Just wait, I will wire you the money now."<
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In the afternoon, Wang Mo received Wang Lichun's remittance at the post office. According to the remittance requirements, it usually took a few days to arrive, but it was obvious that Wang Lichun had gone through extra procedures so quickly.
When Wang Mo got the full 100 yuan, he felt a strong sense of fatherly love. Although he usually ignored him, he would support him whenever something happened.
After getting the money, Wang Mo started buying things. The first was a good coffin and a tombstone made of stone. Wang Mo had people drag him back to the village overnight.
When Party Secretary Ma saw Wang Mo the next day, he was surprised to see a brand new coffin, and knew Wang Mo's plan at that time.
As the saying goes, it's better to be buried in peace. In fact, Song Wenxuan was just buried hastily. He was just alone and didn't know anyone here. Even Party Secretary Ma knew some details about him, but no one would spend money to buy these things for him.
After all, no one is rich.
Seeing Wang Mo's plan, Party Secretary Ma admired Wang Mo from the bottom of his heart, and felt lucky for Song Wenxuan, otherwise his posthumous affairs would have been so simple.
"Secretary Ma, can you find a few people to dig a grave for me? Of course, I can't let everyone's work go in vain. I've prepared some good cigarettes, good wine, and some food for you as a thank you."
In this era, private business is not allowed, so you cannot give money directly, otherwise you will make others make mistakes.
Moreover, Wang Mo also stayed here and got along well with the villagers. Giving money directly to the current villagers looked down upon them and insulted them. Although they were poor, the villagers never accepted money to help each other.
Say.
"No, no, no, what are you doing? You're just digging a tomb. A few people can finish it in less than half a day. How can it be used like this." Ma Zhishu waved his hands and said.
"Just do as I say, as long as everyone who comes to help has a share, it is busy farming now, and we can't let people leave their own livelihood and help in vain." Wang Mo said firmly.
Looking at Wang Mo's look, Party Secretary Ma knew that he could not persuade him anymore, so he could only say: "Okay, I will listen to you, then I will go and gather people now."
When everyone heard that they were helping Wang Mo, even though it was a relatively taboo trivial matter, seven or eight people still came.
When other villagers heard that they were buried in caves, they didn't say anything, but there were many people watching the excitement. Although it is the busy farming season, here on the high loess slopes, people rely on the sky for food and planting, so they are not usually very busy. p>
Everyone went to the mass graves in the back hill and chose an empty space without an owner.
Party Secretary Ma asked Wang Mo, "Where are you going to choose? These places are all unowned and you can use them all."
Wang Mo found a place halfway up the mountain. Looking down, he could see the dried river bed. He was buried here with his head resting on the mountain and the foot of the water. The location was very good, and there was a tree next to it. You can think of a high loess slope.
There is an unexpected tree on the top? Although this tree does not look particularly prosperous, Wang Mo is still very satisfied, just treat it as a companion for Mr. Song!
"This is it. Can the land here be used by Secretary Ma?"
Secretary Ma looked around and said awkwardly: "It's okay, but I still have to advise you to find another place. If it hadn't been for this tree, it would have been occupied by others. Look, that tree is alive and dead.
It’s the only one on the entire hillside, so it would be unlucky to bury it here!”
Wang Mo said nonchalantly: "If you have nothing to do, just bury it here. The location is good, and Mr. Song has no children, so he is not afraid of affecting future generations."
When Party Secretary Ma saw that Wang Mo had made up his mind, he could only say: "Okay, since you are optimistic about it, all the young and old men, please use your strength. Wang Mo has cured patients in your family before, so don't lose it now."
The face of our Shihezi."
Wang Mo then said: "Thank you very much for coming to help me. I don't know whether Party Secretary Ma has told everyone. I have to say it again. This time everyone not only wants to help me with the burial, but also has to raise the tomb."
I put it back into the coffin and buried it. I know there are many taboos about this kind of thing, so in order to thank everyone, I will not let everyone’s help go in vain. After the incident, the eight of you will each receive 50 kilograms of flour and two bottles of wine.
A pack of cigarettes as a thank you gift."
At first, everyone was a little unhappy when they heard that the grave had to be raised and buried again, but no one said anything and could only look at each other. But then after hearing Wang Mo's words, they were shocked by Wang Mo's generosity. p>
This little work can be completed in less than a day. Not only do they have two packs of cigarettes but also two bottles of wine. The main thing is that each person also has 50 kilograms of white flour. I knew it was white flour. Many people only dare to eat white flour during the Chinese New Year.
, we still only eat it for the children and the elderly. When it is their turn to work hard, they just have a taste and can’t even taste anything.
So everyone quickly said:
"What are you doing? In a big hometown, folks help each other!"
"That's right, why are you so embarrassed to take it!"
"You gave me too much"
……
Wang Mo saw that he had eliminated their emotions with just a few words, and knew that he had given the right medicine.
"You're welcome, everyone deserves it. After all, this kind of thing is different from other things. It will bother everyone in a while. Let's work harder and try to finish it in the afternoon."
So everyone began to bring their own tools and started working enthusiastically. Even Wang Mo was no exception. He was not a person who did not tolerate fireworks. He could still do this kind of thing. After all, one more person means more power! p>