Life in the town is boiling, everyone is busy, and life is fulfilling. It is never like me, I am doing nothing and boring, and I live like a young lady. She has invited me almost every day, and I enjoy participating in various wedding and funeral banquets. A large part of the cost of renting land is invested in this meaningless exchange of rituals. Now, my beloved eighth master passed away safely. Unexpectedly, my aunt brought another large amount of gifts!
So, come, try this outfit. Before leaving, my aunt would certainly dress me up like this until she felt satisfied. In my aunt's mind, I am her pride, and it is her proud show-off that she attracts. She will introduce to everyone: Hehe, this is my eldest nephew!
Looking at my aunt's excitement, pride, and glory, I couldn't help but remember that when my grandmother carried me on her back, walked around the house and said to everyone: "Boom, this is my eldest grandson!"
Well, okay, the old lady held me carefully: Smack, my eldest nephew, I am so beautiful, the more I look at it, hehe, as I said, the old lady stood on tiptoe, held my face, and kissed me with love: Ah, my eldest nephew, my aunt is really rare enough! Let's go
After kissing, my aunt tidied up my clothes again, then took my arm and walked to the Baye's house with great pride to attend a funeral that was said to be unprecedentedly grand.
The Baye's house is not spacious in the courtyard, and the treble speakers hanging on the top of the big willow tree played the harsh joy. The newly built spirit shed was hung with a huge elegy couplet, filled with huge wreaths. The huge coffin in front of the spirit shed was filled with oil color, and the exquisitely crafted coffin was particularly eye-catching. At this moment, the Baye, who drank happily all his life, bet on his will forever for the rest of his life, slept peacefully and soundly in it.
On the east side of the coffin, according to the seniority, wearing different mourning clothes, kneeling down on the descendants of the Eighth Master’s family. Whenever a neighbor came to mourn, he knelt in front of the Eighth Master’s spirit throne, these descendants and grandchildren would pound the head of the already-beating wooden ones with the mourners and pound the tatami in front of the front.
Let's go to the sacrifice!
After the sound of the head, the mourner finally got up as if he had unloaded his burden. With the shouting of the celebrating, the mourner waved his big palm. The waiter of the hall hurriedly took a plate of food that I had never seen before, nor tasted. Of course, he just gave it to the mourner. The mourner took the porcelain plate and made me mutter for no reason at all, and then respectfully placed the porcelain plate on the wooden table full of porcelain plates and dishes of large and large: Uncle Eight, this is the little intention of the fifth nephew!
Hehe, looking at the chaotic scene, I muttered blankly: Master Eighth has died very well, no matter how good the food is, I can’t eat it!
Hi, my aunt pushed me: Nephew, be serious, this is for Uncle Eight to enjoy in the underworld!
Big nephew, be ready, it’s almost time for grandchildren to come. When it’s the turn of grandchildren to go on the sacrifice, you will be the first to go on stage. Hello, big nephew, do you know what to say at that time?
Yes, what should I say? I felt embarrassed when I heard my aunt's words. I usually talked about it all over the world, and I could talk nonsense for three days and three nights. At this moment, I didn't know what to say at the Eighth Master's funeral!
So, hurry up, it's your turn! I was thinking about the lines on the stage, but my aunt suddenly pushed me out of the crowd: Big nephew, what are you doing? Go and give the eighth master a sacrifice!
Eighth Master, under the push of my aunt, I staggered to the Eighth Master's spiritual throne. Seeing this, the Eighth Master's descendants all looked at me with incomparable awe! Ah, it's better to be rich, even the eyes of others looking at you are very different: Xiao Lizi, the second uncle, thank you for your behalf!
Brother Li, thank you Brother Li for presenting the grandfather’s grandfather’s sacrifice!
……
Eighth Master, I kowtowed to Eighth Master a loud bang. I stood up and looked at the enthusiastic, envious and admiring eyes of the people around me. My nervous mood was a little relaxed. I coughed and cleared my throat, and then I started to whisper: Eighth Master, my beloved Eighth Master, you are a famous old revolutionary in the town. You have made indelible great achievements in establishing a new China!
Wow! People slap and exclaimed: If you say it well, it’s better, look, people who grew up in the city can speak seriously by speaking! OK, OK!
Eighth Master, I continued to talk nonsense: Eighth Master, although you are respected, you are approachable, you never take credit for yourself, take the initiative to approach the people, and get along with the people. You are open-minded and upright...
OK, OK, well said, seeing that I was endless, the emcee was a little impatient. Yes, I was talking so much, what should others do? Look, the people behind me who were waiting to sacrifice to the Eighth Master were all out of the road outside the courtyard: Sacrifice!
The host shouted a long cry and interrupted my performance on the spot very annoyingly. The waiter of the pawn hall walked up to me with a stainless steel tray. I grabbed the bottle of wine on the plate: Eighth Master, my eldest grandson will never forget the first time I drank with Eighth Master. It was Eighth Master who enlightened me and taught me how to drink!
Hahaha, a laugh came from behind: This little Lizi, as he talked, he was going down! Hahaha...
Eighth Master, I’ll give you this bottle of human horse, so I’ll consider it a little bit of my heart to be my eldest grandson!
Haha, this kid knew that when his eighth master was alive, he loved drinking. He had to serve a bottle of wine.
Everyone in the city made a fool of themselves, so how could they drink at the ceremony?
Smack it, but this is foreign wine!
Yes, how much does a bottle cost for a human head?
Who knows, we have never seen this thing before!
……
My eldest nephew, when I returned to my aunt, my aunt pinched my cheeks with a smile, her face filled with great pride and unprecedented happiness: My eldest nephew, I really have you, I'm vain again! Hehe...
Aunt, I asked my aunt in confusion: Why didn’t you give sacrifices to the Eighth Master?
Oh, my aunt pointed to the tip of her nose and said humbly: You don’t understand the power, women’s homes cannot be sacrificed!
Humph, I curled my lips: I prefer boys over girls, feudal!
Hehe, my aunt disagreed: Just this rule, this is left by the ancestors, women cannot be sacrificed, so, Li, my aunt held my arm lovingly and said seriously: So, Li, when grandma is old, my aunt will count on you and present a great sacrifice to grandma on behalf of my aunt. Li, if it weren't for you, who would have sacrificed for grandma?
Hi, I shrugged my shoulders helplessly: What's the point of offering sacrifices? Aunt, what's the use of pulling these things?
However, when people live without seeking anything else, they will be tired all their lives and die, and they will always be lively. How can they be like a mouse, throw it out and knock it down!
Aunt, seeing that I still couldn't convince my aunt, I wiped the sweat beads on my forehead, changed the topic, and joked: Aunt, women cannot go to the sacrifice, this is good, at least, it's saving money!
Hehe, my aunt smiled at me charmingly, and then frowned slightly: Save money, what money can I save? Although women cannot go to the sacrifice, they cannot save money. I pointed to a group of drum musicians who were playing and playing on the wooden platform and said: These drum music classes are all hired by your eighth master’s daughter, niece, and granddaughters. This is much more expensive than going to the sacrifice!
Oh, Huohuo, I glanced at Mutaizi: Aunt, then, you have invested too!
Humph, my aunt said: Then you still have to ask, can you still run away from my aunt in this matter?
Aha, the funeral is coming, the funeral is coming!
The funeral of Eighth Master reached its climax. More than a dozen young men carried various tools such as sticks and ropes in their hands, and walked up the heavy coffin of Eighth Master with shouts. Surrounded by the crowd, the sound of sorrow, suona, gongs and drums slowly walked out of the courtyard and came to the bustling streets, causing the passing pedestrians and idle people to stop. Many enthusiasts simply joined in and followed the long queue with their fingers and fingers.
Hey, blow, blow, sell some strength! People kept urging the drummers: Blow, look, the group of people hired by Lao Juzi is so hard to blow, our family can't let the outsiders suppress it, blow, blow, blow,
Yes, blow hard, over Lao Juzi and the others' class
If I overwhelm them, I will give you a reward!
Under the urging of people and the temptation of rewarding money, the drummers cheered up one after another, and competed with the drummers hired by the aunt on the other side through the coffin of the eighth master. The drummers hired by the aunt were even more unwilling to be outdone and actively responded. So, an unprecedented drum music competition was staged on the streets of the town.
Li, my aunt catches up with me panting: Li, look, my aunt is busy and confused. When your Eighth Master is buried, are you going to make some paper work for Eighth Master?
Paper work, what paper work?
Oh, my aunt pointed to the big truck full of wreaths behind her, which were filled with colorful paper cows, paper cows, paper men, etc.: Big nephew, this is what everyone gave to the Eighth Master, we can't miss it. Think about it carefully, what paper work should you buy, and give it to the Eighth Master!
Hehe, looking at the colorful paper cows and paper horses on the truck, I thought for a moment: I smiled and said to my aunt: Aunt, as far as I know, during my lifetime, the eighth Master had a favorite thing to play mahjong, well, this way, paper cows and paper horses, someone has already given them, so I will give them a mahjong plaque to the eighth Master!
Ha, my aunt couldn't help laughing out loud: Big nephew, you can think of it. My aunt stroking her scattered hair: Okay, the boss, let's do it according to your ideas! Let's go, my aunt pulled my clothes and tilted her lower jaw to a flower shop on the roadside: Let's go, big nephew, let's make a piece of paper mahjong for you, Master Eighth!
What? The owner of the flower shop is a middle-aged man with a big and round head, short and fat body. I heard that I wanted to customize a paper mahjong, and my round head shaking ridiculously: I haven’t heard of it, I haven’t heard of it, how could I give mahjong to the old man? It’s so fresh, nothing is going to do!
Hi, I urged angrily: Fuck, let me do it, just hurry up, as much as you should, and you will be given a lot of money to you!
When to do it!
Now, look, I pointed out the window: I'm in the funeral, I'm waiting for it. The sooner the better. If it's late, it's meaningless!
However, the round head is in a difficult face: more than one hundred cards are stuck one by one, how much time will it take? I'm afraid it's too late!
Hi, I just lit a cigarette, and heard the boss muttering with the round head, looking at the matchbox in my hand, and my inspiration suddenly appeared: Before I could do it, just use this, cladding colored paper instead of mahjong plaques!
Ha, the boss of Round Head grinned suddenly and grabbed the matchbox: OK, OK, this idea is really good, haha, hurry, as he said, the boss of Round Head instructed his disciples: Quick, buy a few more packets of matches!
The master and apprentice of Round Head were each responsible for their own duties. Soon, the mahjong plaque made of more than 100 matchboxes were carefully put into the square paper box with exquisite skin. The boss of Round Head plaque wiped his sweat on his face and handed the paper mahjong plaque to me like a cross-section: Sir, it’s done!
Thank you, I took out a banknote and threw it on the workbench: Thank you, snatch, the money is here!
When I rushed to the cemetery on the bank of the Liao River with a meteor in my hand, people happened to start burning countless paper cows, paper horses, paper people and other objects dumped from the truck. The beating tongues of flames licked the big red coffin of the Eighth Master. I suddenly remembered something: Aunt, are you still burying the earth now?
After not allowing it, the old lady replied seriously: However, after the old man died, he would usually be buried in the ground!
Then, the government doesn't care?
Hi, my aunt replied: I care, of course, but as long as I am willing to pay a fine of 20,000 yuan, I can bury it whatever I want!
Huokuo, what is the method of governing the law? Ah, the land in my hometown is extremely rare, and the consequences of burial in such a big way are really worrying!
Oh, the old lady curled her lips: Nephew, you really cry when you see the Three Kingdoms. Worry about the ancients. Why do you think so much? In the future, if your aunt dies in front of you, you must not burn your aunt. You must, my aunt pointing at the coffin of the Eighth Master: You must also buy a good coffin for your aunt and bury it by the Liao River! Nephew, okay, I am begging you!
Hehe... Looking at my aunt's kind and sincere face, I looked at the paper mahjong plaque in my hand again: OK, aunt, I buried my aunt and gave me a piece of paper mahjong. Hehe, let's go to the underworld to play!
After saying that, I waved my palm and shouted, throwing the paper mahjong plaque that I had just made into the blazing flames.
So, come, try this outfit. Before leaving, my aunt would certainly dress me up like this until she felt satisfied. In my aunt's mind, I am her pride, and it is her proud show-off that she attracts. She will introduce to everyone: Hehe, this is my eldest nephew!
Looking at my aunt's excitement, pride, and glory, I couldn't help but remember that when my grandmother carried me on her back, walked around the house and said to everyone: "Boom, this is my eldest grandson!"
Well, okay, the old lady held me carefully: Smack, my eldest nephew, I am so beautiful, the more I look at it, hehe, as I said, the old lady stood on tiptoe, held my face, and kissed me with love: Ah, my eldest nephew, my aunt is really rare enough! Let's go
After kissing, my aunt tidied up my clothes again, then took my arm and walked to the Baye's house with great pride to attend a funeral that was said to be unprecedentedly grand.
The Baye's house is not spacious in the courtyard, and the treble speakers hanging on the top of the big willow tree played the harsh joy. The newly built spirit shed was hung with a huge elegy couplet, filled with huge wreaths. The huge coffin in front of the spirit shed was filled with oil color, and the exquisitely crafted coffin was particularly eye-catching. At this moment, the Baye, who drank happily all his life, bet on his will forever for the rest of his life, slept peacefully and soundly in it.
On the east side of the coffin, according to the seniority, wearing different mourning clothes, kneeling down on the descendants of the Eighth Master’s family. Whenever a neighbor came to mourn, he knelt in front of the Eighth Master’s spirit throne, these descendants and grandchildren would pound the head of the already-beating wooden ones with the mourners and pound the tatami in front of the front.
Let's go to the sacrifice!
After the sound of the head, the mourner finally got up as if he had unloaded his burden. With the shouting of the celebrating, the mourner waved his big palm. The waiter of the hall hurriedly took a plate of food that I had never seen before, nor tasted. Of course, he just gave it to the mourner. The mourner took the porcelain plate and made me mutter for no reason at all, and then respectfully placed the porcelain plate on the wooden table full of porcelain plates and dishes of large and large: Uncle Eight, this is the little intention of the fifth nephew!
Hehe, looking at the chaotic scene, I muttered blankly: Master Eighth has died very well, no matter how good the food is, I can’t eat it!
Hi, my aunt pushed me: Nephew, be serious, this is for Uncle Eight to enjoy in the underworld!
Big nephew, be ready, it’s almost time for grandchildren to come. When it’s the turn of grandchildren to go on the sacrifice, you will be the first to go on stage. Hello, big nephew, do you know what to say at that time?
Yes, what should I say? I felt embarrassed when I heard my aunt's words. I usually talked about it all over the world, and I could talk nonsense for three days and three nights. At this moment, I didn't know what to say at the Eighth Master's funeral!
So, hurry up, it's your turn! I was thinking about the lines on the stage, but my aunt suddenly pushed me out of the crowd: Big nephew, what are you doing? Go and give the eighth master a sacrifice!
Eighth Master, under the push of my aunt, I staggered to the Eighth Master's spiritual throne. Seeing this, the Eighth Master's descendants all looked at me with incomparable awe! Ah, it's better to be rich, even the eyes of others looking at you are very different: Xiao Lizi, the second uncle, thank you for your behalf!
Brother Li, thank you Brother Li for presenting the grandfather’s grandfather’s sacrifice!
……
Eighth Master, I kowtowed to Eighth Master a loud bang. I stood up and looked at the enthusiastic, envious and admiring eyes of the people around me. My nervous mood was a little relaxed. I coughed and cleared my throat, and then I started to whisper: Eighth Master, my beloved Eighth Master, you are a famous old revolutionary in the town. You have made indelible great achievements in establishing a new China!
Wow! People slap and exclaimed: If you say it well, it’s better, look, people who grew up in the city can speak seriously by speaking! OK, OK!
Eighth Master, I continued to talk nonsense: Eighth Master, although you are respected, you are approachable, you never take credit for yourself, take the initiative to approach the people, and get along with the people. You are open-minded and upright...
OK, OK, well said, seeing that I was endless, the emcee was a little impatient. Yes, I was talking so much, what should others do? Look, the people behind me who were waiting to sacrifice to the Eighth Master were all out of the road outside the courtyard: Sacrifice!
The host shouted a long cry and interrupted my performance on the spot very annoyingly. The waiter of the pawn hall walked up to me with a stainless steel tray. I grabbed the bottle of wine on the plate: Eighth Master, my eldest grandson will never forget the first time I drank with Eighth Master. It was Eighth Master who enlightened me and taught me how to drink!
Hahaha, a laugh came from behind: This little Lizi, as he talked, he was going down! Hahaha...
Eighth Master, I’ll give you this bottle of human horse, so I’ll consider it a little bit of my heart to be my eldest grandson!
Haha, this kid knew that when his eighth master was alive, he loved drinking. He had to serve a bottle of wine.
Everyone in the city made a fool of themselves, so how could they drink at the ceremony?
Smack it, but this is foreign wine!
Yes, how much does a bottle cost for a human head?
Who knows, we have never seen this thing before!
……
My eldest nephew, when I returned to my aunt, my aunt pinched my cheeks with a smile, her face filled with great pride and unprecedented happiness: My eldest nephew, I really have you, I'm vain again! Hehe...
Aunt, I asked my aunt in confusion: Why didn’t you give sacrifices to the Eighth Master?
Oh, my aunt pointed to the tip of her nose and said humbly: You don’t understand the power, women’s homes cannot be sacrificed!
Humph, I curled my lips: I prefer boys over girls, feudal!
Hehe, my aunt disagreed: Just this rule, this is left by the ancestors, women cannot be sacrificed, so, Li, my aunt held my arm lovingly and said seriously: So, Li, when grandma is old, my aunt will count on you and present a great sacrifice to grandma on behalf of my aunt. Li, if it weren't for you, who would have sacrificed for grandma?
Hi, I shrugged my shoulders helplessly: What's the point of offering sacrifices? Aunt, what's the use of pulling these things?
However, when people live without seeking anything else, they will be tired all their lives and die, and they will always be lively. How can they be like a mouse, throw it out and knock it down!
Aunt, seeing that I still couldn't convince my aunt, I wiped the sweat beads on my forehead, changed the topic, and joked: Aunt, women cannot go to the sacrifice, this is good, at least, it's saving money!
Hehe, my aunt smiled at me charmingly, and then frowned slightly: Save money, what money can I save? Although women cannot go to the sacrifice, they cannot save money. I pointed to a group of drum musicians who were playing and playing on the wooden platform and said: These drum music classes are all hired by your eighth master’s daughter, niece, and granddaughters. This is much more expensive than going to the sacrifice!
Oh, Huohuo, I glanced at Mutaizi: Aunt, then, you have invested too!
Humph, my aunt said: Then you still have to ask, can you still run away from my aunt in this matter?
Aha, the funeral is coming, the funeral is coming!
The funeral of Eighth Master reached its climax. More than a dozen young men carried various tools such as sticks and ropes in their hands, and walked up the heavy coffin of Eighth Master with shouts. Surrounded by the crowd, the sound of sorrow, suona, gongs and drums slowly walked out of the courtyard and came to the bustling streets, causing the passing pedestrians and idle people to stop. Many enthusiasts simply joined in and followed the long queue with their fingers and fingers.
Hey, blow, blow, sell some strength! People kept urging the drummers: Blow, look, the group of people hired by Lao Juzi is so hard to blow, our family can't let the outsiders suppress it, blow, blow, blow,
Yes, blow hard, over Lao Juzi and the others' class
If I overwhelm them, I will give you a reward!
Under the urging of people and the temptation of rewarding money, the drummers cheered up one after another, and competed with the drummers hired by the aunt on the other side through the coffin of the eighth master. The drummers hired by the aunt were even more unwilling to be outdone and actively responded. So, an unprecedented drum music competition was staged on the streets of the town.
Li, my aunt catches up with me panting: Li, look, my aunt is busy and confused. When your Eighth Master is buried, are you going to make some paper work for Eighth Master?
Paper work, what paper work?
Oh, my aunt pointed to the big truck full of wreaths behind her, which were filled with colorful paper cows, paper cows, paper men, etc.: Big nephew, this is what everyone gave to the Eighth Master, we can't miss it. Think about it carefully, what paper work should you buy, and give it to the Eighth Master!
Hehe, looking at the colorful paper cows and paper horses on the truck, I thought for a moment: I smiled and said to my aunt: Aunt, as far as I know, during my lifetime, the eighth Master had a favorite thing to play mahjong, well, this way, paper cows and paper horses, someone has already given them, so I will give them a mahjong plaque to the eighth Master!
Ha, my aunt couldn't help laughing out loud: Big nephew, you can think of it. My aunt stroking her scattered hair: Okay, the boss, let's do it according to your ideas! Let's go, my aunt pulled my clothes and tilted her lower jaw to a flower shop on the roadside: Let's go, big nephew, let's make a piece of paper mahjong for you, Master Eighth!
What? The owner of the flower shop is a middle-aged man with a big and round head, short and fat body. I heard that I wanted to customize a paper mahjong, and my round head shaking ridiculously: I haven’t heard of it, I haven’t heard of it, how could I give mahjong to the old man? It’s so fresh, nothing is going to do!
Hi, I urged angrily: Fuck, let me do it, just hurry up, as much as you should, and you will be given a lot of money to you!
When to do it!
Now, look, I pointed out the window: I'm in the funeral, I'm waiting for it. The sooner the better. If it's late, it's meaningless!
However, the round head is in a difficult face: more than one hundred cards are stuck one by one, how much time will it take? I'm afraid it's too late!
Hi, I just lit a cigarette, and heard the boss muttering with the round head, looking at the matchbox in my hand, and my inspiration suddenly appeared: Before I could do it, just use this, cladding colored paper instead of mahjong plaques!
Ha, the boss of Round Head grinned suddenly and grabbed the matchbox: OK, OK, this idea is really good, haha, hurry, as he said, the boss of Round Head instructed his disciples: Quick, buy a few more packets of matches!
The master and apprentice of Round Head were each responsible for their own duties. Soon, the mahjong plaque made of more than 100 matchboxes were carefully put into the square paper box with exquisite skin. The boss of Round Head plaque wiped his sweat on his face and handed the paper mahjong plaque to me like a cross-section: Sir, it’s done!
Thank you, I took out a banknote and threw it on the workbench: Thank you, snatch, the money is here!
When I rushed to the cemetery on the bank of the Liao River with a meteor in my hand, people happened to start burning countless paper cows, paper horses, paper people and other objects dumped from the truck. The beating tongues of flames licked the big red coffin of the Eighth Master. I suddenly remembered something: Aunt, are you still burying the earth now?
After not allowing it, the old lady replied seriously: However, after the old man died, he would usually be buried in the ground!
Then, the government doesn't care?
Hi, my aunt replied: I care, of course, but as long as I am willing to pay a fine of 20,000 yuan, I can bury it whatever I want!
Huokuo, what is the method of governing the law? Ah, the land in my hometown is extremely rare, and the consequences of burial in such a big way are really worrying!
Oh, the old lady curled her lips: Nephew, you really cry when you see the Three Kingdoms. Worry about the ancients. Why do you think so much? In the future, if your aunt dies in front of you, you must not burn your aunt. You must, my aunt pointing at the coffin of the Eighth Master: You must also buy a good coffin for your aunt and bury it by the Liao River! Nephew, okay, I am begging you!
Hehe... Looking at my aunt's kind and sincere face, I looked at the paper mahjong plaque in my hand again: OK, aunt, I buried my aunt and gave me a piece of paper mahjong. Hehe, let's go to the underworld to play!
After saying that, I waved my palm and shouted, throwing the paper mahjong plaque that I had just made into the blazing flames.
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