Zhang Zhiwei always felt that his mother could live for another few decades, and even the old lady herself felt the same way.
Therefore, the Zhang family did not prepare the coffin in advance.
But in the current situation, it is not easy to get a coffin.
Is it possible that the only option is to wrap it in a straw mat, drag it to the mountain and bury it
Although the weather is getting cold now, it is not the coldest month of winter after all. The body will probably smell after being left there for a day. If it has been left for two days, it will no longer smell, so we can only find a way to deal with it quickly.
Zhang Zhiwei squatted in the corner and scratched his hair irritably.
Why did he die? !
I was obviously telling myself yesterday that I had found a way to help me live a good life, and I just needed to wait a day or two.
Can.
"Zhiwei! I know you are sad, but now is not the time to be sad. Let's quickly discuss what to do about your mother's funeral!"
"Yes! Zhiwei, people cannot be resurrected after death. The most important thing now is to let your mother rest in peace as soon as possible."
The people who spoke were all relatives of the Zhang family, and they came here specially to help with things.
But these days, life is not easy for every household. If a family misses a day of work, they will lose a day of food rations.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't dare to delay other people's efforts to earn food rations. He took a deep breath and stood up from the ground.
"I just thought about it. Everyone knows the situation now. It's impossible to make a big deal out of it. If you can buy a coffin, buy it. If you can't buy it, I really can't help it! It's because I don't have the ability. , I can’t give my mother any dignity.”
They say that men don't shed tears easily, but they are not sad yet.
Zhang Zhiwei started crying as he spoke.
When everyone saw him crying, they knew he was heartbroken and rushed to comfort him.
"It's not your fault. We all know this situation now, and your mother also knows it. She won't blame you. In this case, I will help you go out and ask. If it doesn't work, today is not a bad day. Let’s do it early!”
I took care of the matter today so I can continue working tomorrow.
Zhang Zhiwei nodded with gratitude on his face, "Thank you, uncle."
The man Zhang Zhiwei calls uncle can come back as quickly as he leaves.
The answer was naturally what everyone expected, and they didn't buy it.
I had no choice but to borrow a shuttle bus, wrap the old lady in a straw mat, and then push her out of the county town, spend money to find a decent place, and bury her.
By the time everyone returned home, it was almost dark.
After a day of hard work, Zhang Zhiwei was tired and hungry. As soon as he entered the house, he shouted, "Mom, is the meal ready?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei remembered that his mother had just been buried outside the city.
Zhang Zhiwei sighed and walked into the house.
Sitting in an empty room without a trace of people, Zhang Zhiwei felt sour in his heart.
Soon, Zhang Zhiwei remembered something.
"Wang Aijuan! Wang Aijuan! You stinky bitch, where did you die?!"
Before he could finish his words, there was a series of hurried footsteps approaching, "I thought you hadn't eaten all day, so I cooked some food for you!"
Wang Aijuan stood at the door of the room, her head hung low, her voice was small, and she looked extremely scared.
"Eat, eat, eat! You just know how to eat! My mother is gone, and you still only think about eating!"
(Update 8, only this update today, good night everyone.)
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