After passing through the ghost car, Long Feicheng felt an inexplicable sense of fear about Yan Shouyi's hometown.
After all, I hit a ghost as soon as I arrived, and this impression is really bad!
But Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong didn't feel anything.
The three of them walked not far away. After crossing a small bridge, they saw a small supermarket with lights on the roadside from the distance. There were signs of hotel accommodation outside the supermarket.
That is the small supermarket and hotel run by Yan Shouyi's Faxiao family.
Strangely, there were many people gathered outside the small supermarket at this time, and they were all wearing white mourning clothes, with many wreaths in front of the door, and smoked earth stoves outside the door.
Lin Zitong said to Yan Shouyi in a low voice:
"You're telling your family that you're doing a funeral?"
Yan Shouyi frowned: "Maybe Jiang Shuang and I haven't contacted each other for a long time, and I don't know who died in his family."
In fact, the only relatives of the deceased are the ones who can shed tears at the funeral, and the others come to participate in the fun.
When I came, I gave me a few words of condolences, symbolically wiped away tears, comforted the family of the deceased, and then chatted with other relatives and friends to have a meal.
According to the customs of Zhicheng, after death, people must worship the body in the mourning hall for three to seven days. During this period, they will be chosen to be a good day for funeral and sent for cremation and burial.
On these nights of worship, someone must stay in the mourning hall all night and light a soul-sucking lamp for the deceased.
The soul-inducing lamp is like a Christmas tree, but the tree is decorated with not candies and colorful lanterns, but candles.
When lighting the lamp, the family members must recite the scriptures, recite them once and burn a stack of paper money. A total of 77, 49 times are required before the family members can go to rest and let others continue to watch.
At this time, at the entrance of the small supermarket in Jiang's family, a few men gathered together, smoking and playing cards, and there was no trace of sadness.
After Yan Shouyi and the other two approached, they attracted the attention of several men, and one of them recognized Yan Shouyi:
"Oh, isn't this Yan Shouyi from Chenjia Village? Your good brother's father has been dead for three days. You only remember to come over to visit him now?"
No wonder this man speaks straightforwardly, and rural people speak more straightforwardly, so he is easy to offend people, but their kind and simple side is also very straightforward.
Yan Shouyi didn't care and explained: "I went to another place before and didn't know the news. I'm only back now... Where is Jiang Shuangren?"
"It's inside, you go in and see him!"
"Okay, let's continue playing."
Walking into the mourning hall, Yan Shouyi saw a lonely back, kneeling in front of the coffin and lowering his head.
Yan Shouyi recognized this person as Jiang Shuang at first sight, but he did not disturb Jiang Shuang, but looked up at Jiang Shuang's father's spiritual position.
Long Feicheng also saw the photos hanging above the spirit tablet. He couldn't help but open his mouth, but said nothing.
The reason why I wanted to speak was because Long Feicheng seemed to see Zhang Shuang's father in the ghost car just now.
"Ah, please." Yan Shouyi shouted.
Jiang Shuang slowly turned around, his face was very pale, and he looked very thin.
But when he recognized that he was a child, Jiang Shuang still instinctively smiled: "Shouyi, when did you come back?"
"I just came back," Yan Shouyi patted his shoulder, "Why don't you notify me of such a big deal?"
"It's a happy time to pick up your dad out of prison. I don't want to affect you." Jiang Shuang replied.
Yan Shouyi sighed: "Oh, I'll be sad and change. I'll stay there for a lot of days when I come back this time. If you have something to do, let's talk about it slowly... By the way, I'll introduce you to two people, this one is Longfeicheng, I'm in Rong.
A friend I know in the city, this is Lin Zitong...she is my...newly married wife."
Jiang Shuang glared at her eyes, and there was a rare look in her eyes:
"I didn't expect you to get married earlier than me... Hello, brother and sister, I am Jiang Shuang, Shouyi's childhood friend."
"Hello." Lin Zitong shook hands with Jiang Shuang, and comforted him: "The deceased is gone, and the living is like this."
"Although I don't understand what you mean, I know you're comforting me."
Jiang Shuang stood up and saw Yan Shouyi and his group of people looking so dirty. When Yan Shou opened his mouth, he took out two keys:
"My family runs a hotel, and the most important thing is the room. You should be tired when you rush, so go back to your room and take a hot shower. I'll call my mother to cook some late-night snacks for you."
This midnight snack was not only cooked for Yan Shouyi and the others, but also for the men who helped watch the night outside the door, so Yan Shouyi did not refuse.
He asked Lin Zitong and Long Feicheng to go back to the room with the keys respectively, and planned to chat with Jiang Shuang for a while.
The two sat down in the corner of the mourning hall. Jiang Shuang stared at his father's coffin and was a little dazed. After a while, she barely spoke:
"Shouyi, I have a heartless request."
"Is it for helping uncle pick up the grave?" Yan Shou asked.
Jiang Shuang nodded.
Rural people have their own fields and mountains, so they don’t want to buy cemeteries. They find a Feng Shui master to go up the mountain to take a look. If they like it, they will just take a few people up and dig it.
Jiang Shuang knew that Yan Shouyi had this ability, so she made this request.
Yan Shouyi immediately agreed: "We have been brothers for so many years, don't worry about this matter, I will cover it."
"Thank you." Jiang Shuang was not good at speaking, and the way to express gratitude was simple and straightforward.
"Ask a little more, how did uncle die?" Yan Shouyi couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Shuang's father is in a prime state and in good health, so he shouldn't just leave.
Jiang Shuang hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Car accident."
"Car accident?"
Yan Shouyi felt that things were not that simple, and Jiang Shuang's face was obviously not right: "Tell me the truth. If you want me to pick a grave, you have to know the cause of uncle's death. Different causes of death also require different graves. In case of conflict
It will affect future generations.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuang, who had no intention of telling the truth, could only reveal the truth:
"My dad was crushed to death by an excavator."
Yan Shouyi's expression changed drastically: "What? Why is this happening? Is it an accident? Was the murderer arrested?"
Jiang Shuang shook her head: "We all came from Chenjia Village. Do you know that my dad has a mountain behind Chenjia Village? Not long after you left, someone discovered that it was a mine, and then a group of black mines from Zhicheng came.
Team, I started digging without even calling. My dad rushed back immediately after I learned the news. As a result, the other party was quite good and bullied people with power. There was no result in a few disputes. My dad reported it but no one paid attention to it. Everyone seemed to be messing with it.
No, I can’t afford the boss of the mine team. A few days ago, my dad went to the mine to argue with them, but he was crushed to death by someone driving an excavator during the argument!”
"This is actually happening...!" Yan Shou was extremely angry.
"The mine team boss has a wide connection and great power. He arranged for someone to take the blame, and he also used his relationship to turn this into an accident. He bribed the witness and said that my father accidentally hit the dig.
It's under the wheel of the car, and in the end it's possible that even the guy who has the bag doesn't need to go to jail. Just pay some money and forget it..."