Deng Fei did not drive the car into the village, but found an open space at the entrance of the village and stopped.
After getting out of the car, I immediately felt the coolness of the mountain climate, which made me feel like it was from summer to autumn.
Deng Fei took a deep breath and said to me: "My mother, I didn't expect the temperature in the mountains to be so low, I knew I should wear more clothes."
I said: "Let's go into the village."
Although Maoling Village is remote, it is not a poor village. On the contrary, most of the villages are two-story or even three-story small buildings. It can be seen that the living conditions of the villagers are still good.
As soon as we entered the village, we heard the hustle and bustle and occasionally laughter, as if the village was celebrating a grand festival. But apart from the Ghost Festival, July 15th, I can't think of any special significance.
The Ghost Festival is to pay tribute to the deceased, but the village is so happy, obviously something is abnormal.
Deng and I flew some distance into the village and arrived at an empty field in the middle of the village, which is the lively central area.
Deng Fei took off his police cap, touched his head, swallowed, and said to himself, "What are they doing?"
At this point, I have seen the essence and said: "Funeral."
The crowd in white filial attire, the band playing suona, beating gongs and drums, and there is a large circle of villagers watching the excitement nearby, and some children are still running around in it!
A typical rural funeral.
"Dead again?" Deng Fei frowned.
The "ghost husband murder case" that was raging on the Internet before happened in this village, but now, it seems that something new has happened, or in other words, why this village is so unlucky, one after another, people have died.
I didn't speak, but stood on the side of the road and took out a cigarette spot, observing from a distance.
Funerals in rural areas will never be arranged at night under normal circumstances. I have encountered a funeral at night. It was last year when Da Yan and I went to find a ghost at 7 o'clock. The funeral team was ghosts. What is the funeral team in front of me. I must be cautious before I figure it out. point.
Seeing that the situation is not good, then only thirty-six strategies are the best policy!
Funerals in rural areas have similar processes, and running water seats are also essential. Under normal circumstances, except for children, guests who come and go have more or less sadness on their faces.
, Of course, you can also not be sad, but you can never smile.
But what I saw was that in several places there were men standing there chatting and playing haha, and some women gathered together to talk and laugh.
This scene does not seem to be a funeral, but rather like welcoming relatives.
Is it fun or fun
In ancient times, funerals and joys generally met three conditions: in short, full blessing, full life, and full end.
Quanfu refers to the prosperous people in his family and the formation of a large family. He is the parent of a large family, and has even been respected as the ancestor;
Whole life means that the deceased must be at least 80 or 90 years old, even if it exceeds the 100-year-old mark, the minimum must exceed the "old age". The older and the older, the more they meet the conditions of "happy funeral", which is also called old funeral.
The whole end is also called the good end, which means the end of a life satisfactorily. The ancient folk believed that the deceased would not be tortured by illness or pain at the end of life, and would naturally die of old age. It is regarded as the fundamental condition of "happy fun".
If only the first and second two conditions are met, but it is not a normal death, such as accidental natural disasters and man-made disasters, it cannot be counted as "happy funeral."
However, modern people do not adhere to tradition. Generally, as long as the deceased is over eighty years old, they are called happy funerals.
"What are you looking at?" Deng Fei asked.
"See if you are happy or not."
Deng Fei was impatient and said, "What to look at, just go up and ask if you don't know."
Seeing Deng Fei walking quickly towards the crowd, I had no choice but to follow him, but I deliberately kept a distance from him, because I clearly saw that when the villagers found Deng Fei in police uniform, the atmosphere suddenly The coldness became colder. The smiles on the faces of the people who were talking and laughing freely disappeared. Even the lively children were dragged by their families to prevent them from running around.
"Where is the village chief?" Deng Fei asked, "I am a policeman from Manjiang City. I have official duties. Where are the cadres in your village?"
But there was no one around to respond to him, and no one came to receive him, men, women, and children stood still and left Deng Fei in the air just like that, which made him look a little embarrassed.
"Where is the village chief?" Deng Fei shouted again.
"Come on, come on."
At this time, an old man with a cane came into the crowd. The old man was actually not as old as he looked, he was probably in his fifties.
My son, but one foot seems to have a problem, so I have to walk on crutches. It may be that I have experienced too many vicissitudes and hardships in life. At first glance, it is indeed old.
"Hello, this is Deng Fei, the policeman from Manjiang City. This is my ID." Deng Fei took out his ID and handed it to the other party.
The village chief stretched out his hand to take it, took a look, and said with some doubts: "Why is it a policeman again?"
"I haven't finished investigating things in the village. Of course I have to investigate." Deng Fei explained.
"Tossing, tossing and tossing, just don't want us to live in peace, the police car just left in the morning, and come again in the evening." The old village chief obviously didn't want to talk to Deng Fei, but he still wanted to perfunctory and nodded immediately." Tell me, how do I need to cooperate."
Deng Fei ignored it and stepped into the mourning hall in the small square. The village chief did not follow him, but walked to the location where the coffin was parked alone.
There is a small mourning hall here. There are many banners hanging outside the hall. There are Taoist and Buddhist ones. It looks very messy, but it looks very lively.
At this point, I don't want to think too much. If the big eye is there, he can definitely see some doorways, but I only find it unpleasant, but I can't see where the root is.
There is a bench under the banner of the mourning hall. On the bench sits a man and a woman, both young and old. They look like they are in their forties and fifties. They can wear plainly, with white ropes tied around their waists and straw sandals on their feet. He also wore a white cloth folded hat on his head.
It gives people the feeling that these two people are dressed very "grandly", from top to bottom, they are very particular about it. The average guest can wrap a white rope at most, which is interesting enough. No one will say anything about you if they don’t wear anything. Basically, the deceased's close relatives will dress so grandly.
The two men were sitting on a stool next to each other. They should be a middle-aged couple. There were some people sitting beside them. While I was looking at them, they were looking at Deng Fei.
Suddenly, I had the idea of going to the back of the mourning hall, and I walked around behind the crowd, but I didn't know where it came from. Two young men were stopped by them. The two young men are not too old, they are almost in their twenties. One of them was more introverted and just stopped me with his arms outstretched. Another fat-faced man said: "Comrade police, the dead is the biggest. It's night now. It's already time, so don't bother to go in."
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