Man Bao was led by the old Zhou Tou and Qian Shi to stand in the front, and the Daoist Shouqing held the magic sword with a serious face, and muttered something in his mouth.
Regardless of whether the soul can really be called back, anyway, he is very dedicated. Man Bao listened carefully, and heard him muttering: "...so Zhou Yin and his wife died in a long way in the past. Sincerely, I sincerely wish... Call the soul thousands of miles back to the original place, and get the fruit to ascend to the immortal early in the morning. Since Gen Yin has not been saved, the cold soul has turned into a blue wave fairy... "
Shou Qing turned around gracefully and stabbed forward with his long sword, as if he was opening a way for the souls of the dead. He looked sharply at the gate and dragged his sword all the way to the mourning hall.
Old Zhou Tou and Qian Shi all looked at Taoist Priest with piercing eyes, and Man Bao also looked at him with round eyes.
Daoist Shouqing let out a long breath, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat gracefully, and said, "The souls of the dead have returned, and the funeral is ready."
Mrs. Qian burst into tears suddenly, turned around and threw herself on the coffin, patted the coffin and cried, "Yin, Yin, why are you so cruel, you haven't come to see my sister-in-law for so many years, let me give you a hand!" Pulling you up like shit, even if it's just once in a dream..."
The sweat that Daoist Shouqing had just wiped off broke out again.
Before Man Bao had time to talk to him, he was grabbed by Mrs. Qian and pulled to the front together with the big head who was wearing filial piety clothes and holding a memorial tablet.
Mrs. Feng and Mrs. He hurriedly stepped forward to help Mrs. Qian, and they burst into tears. Zhou Wulang and Saturday Lang, who had disappeared for a long time, came in anxiously. Wow burst into tears.
Don't care if you can shed tears or not, it's right to cry anyway.
But Mrs. Qian was really crying, even little Mrs. Qian couldn't help wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, choked up and said some comforting words.
Old Zhou was holding the cigarette pole, walking in the front with red eyes, and the sound of the suona sounded, and everyone followed the coffin all the way to the outside of the village, crying loudly all the way.
But the people in the village were not very sad, on the contrary, they were happy. Zhou Yin's burial was done in an aboveboard manner, and the big stone that weighed on the hearts of many people in the village was moved aside.
It was Lao Zhoutou and Qian Shi, although their eyes were red, they were mostly happy in their hearts.
Starting today, when they need to worship their ancestors during Chinese New Year, Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and Chongyang Festival, they can openly offer incense and a table of hearty meals to Zhou Yin and his wife, instead of being sneaky like before. Put three sticks of incense in front of their graves, and even weed the graves, they have to find some excuses...
Their cemetery still chose to be near a piece of land, but it was changed from the left side of the old Zhou's parents to the right side. Man Bao followed Datou to deliver the coffin to the cemetery in a daze.
Watching people put down the coffin, then Xiaoqian walked forward, wiping away tears, pulled the two children to the pit and said, "Come on, this is the first handful of soil, both of you, uncle and nephew, sow it together."
Man Bao ignorantly picked up a handful of soil and threw it on the coffin, everyone yelled, and Zhou Dalang and others buried the soil in person.
The Zhang family watched from behind and curled their lips, and they were too particular.
After the coffin was buried, the members of the old Zhou's family had to offer another sacrifice in front of the grave. Priest Shouqing led the people around the grave for another thirty-six laps, and it was not completed until they had recited enough scriptures.
This time, Man Bao and Da Tou stood at the front again, knelt down to kowtow to the souls of the dead, but this time, Zhou Dalang's seven brothers and sisters and a bunch of sons and daughters also knelt down, except for the old Zhou Tou and Qian Shi who were still standing .
After the children all kowtowed, Qian finally squatted on the ground. She may have been crying for too long. She couldn't stop and sat on the ground. She didn't bother to move any more. Don't worry, my sister-in-law will help you raise Manbao. She is a very smart, smart child just like you. You also want to keep her healthy and safe...
After the funeral was over, everyone went home. Old Zhoutou's family was the last one. Man Bao supported his mother with concern. Qian smiled at her. Although her eyes were red and swollen, she looked very relaxed, "Mother is fine."
These words comforted Man Bao, she also became happy, grinned, and when she was walking back, Man Bao looked curiously at the grave next to her grandparents, and said with a "huh": " Mother, look, someone has come to weed this grave, but it's so strange, why is there no incense?"
Everyone in the old Zhou family was sweating. Before they could come up with an excuse, Man Bao had already turned around and ran back. He pulled out three sticks of incense from Zhou Yin’s grave, ran back and inserted them in front of the same new soil grave. .
As in previous years, she chanted according to her parents' instructions: "Whether it is an uncle or an aunt in the tomb, you can come and have dinner with my uncle and aunt. There are many ghosts and it will be lively."
After thinking about it, I felt that grandparents should not be missed in this matter, because they used to invite the strange grave owner to eat when they came to visit their grandparents' graves. It doesn't make sense to invite this strange grave owner instead of their own Grandparents aren't they
So she ran back again, pulled three more sticks of incense from the grave of her uncle and aunt, and gave them to her grandparents, and asked them to go over to eat and drink with her uncle and aunt.
The old Zhou's family just looked at it like this, and when she finished tossing, they took her hand and went home.
Forget it, it's a family anyway, so let's eat together, Zhou Yin and his wife won't mind if they come to think about it.
When I arrived at the door of the house, I saw people from the village helping to clean up the dishes, tables, chairs and benches.
The dishes and chopsticks have to be washed and returned to each family after they are divided, and the tables, chairs and benches have to be washed again. Of course, the old Zhou family can't do these tasks by themselves. Usually, neighbors and villagers help with it.
The other guests from other families did not follow the funeral. After all, they were not related by blood, so they left early.
What is left now is the people of the Zhang family.
They were rummaging through the dishes at this time, when a woman in the village shouted unceremoniously: "Don't rummage, there are still leftovers in this year, don't smash the dishes, smash them!" Pay me."
The Zhang family curled their lips and withdrew their hands.
As soon as they saw the people from the old Zhou family come back, the people from the Zhang family rushed up aggressively.
Including the elderly and children, about forty people stood opposite the old Zhou's house, and seven or eight half-aged children were pushed to the front, and a woman directly shouted: "Zhou Jin, what's the matter with your children, we are here Those who eat rice noodles, what did your two sons and grandchildren beat up our children in the end?"
Old Zhou glanced at the children whose noses and faces were swollen and their clothes were torn a lot, without asking him why the sons were fighting, he frowned and waved his hands: "Okay, okay, what's the matter for a while Besides, we've just come back from the cemetery, and you've decided to stand in our way here?"