Because of the sequelae of a stroke, my grandma has been bedridden for a long time, so she has some dementia, but I believe what she said to me is absolutely true. Back then, my grandpa and a young man in the same village, Zhenmin’s father, entered an ancient tomb, and my grandma repeatedly emphasized : The two of them didn't go to the tomb, but they were still cursed.
After my grandfather came back, he developed acute aphasia. After more than half a month, he did not get better. He went to see a barefoot doctor. He thought it was an acute pharyngitis and prescribed some oxytetracycline. It was difficult to eat, so I had to go to the county hospital for examination, and it was determined that it was throat cancer, which was already in the advanced stage. Grandpa worked as a long-term worker and farmer all his life. He was illiterate and naturally did not leave a will.
After Zhenmin's father returned home, he could still talk, but he became taciturn. He refused to answer that he and Lao Xue, my grandfather, went to the ancient tomb no matter how others asked him. When my grandfather passed away, my grandma started to build a new house for my uncle. Zhenmin's father came to help, but when he was lifting the beam, he was killed by the falling beam.
Grandma said so many things to me at once, and she was very tired. She fell asleep before drinking a bowl of soup.
Lying on my cousin’s sex, I can’t sleep either. It’s certain that my grandpa and Zhenmin’s father must have encountered something unspeakable in the tomb. Although the two tried their best to keep this secret, they still couldn’t escape.
The tragedy of my grandfather's death is still unforgettable to me. I don't want to participate in moving the grave for my grandfather, but my cousin went to work far away, and my cousin was in high school in the county, so I couldn't come back to help.
In the early morning of the second day, after we used the breakfast made by our aunt, the uncle said: "We will start moving the grave today. We must hurry up."
I hurriedly said that I seemed to be sick and my head was a little dizzy. I asked if I could not go.
The uncle asked Zhenmin to start the tricycle first. He whispered to me: "I know you are timid, but you have to participate. When you help your grandfather move the grave, you can pick whatever you want in the old house. What about taking it away?"
I smiled bitterly. Grandpa has worked for half his life, and has been a farmer for half of his life. God blessed the whole family to have enough food. What good things can there be
But it's already here, you can't refute your uncle's face, right? I had no choice but to accept it, but stated in advance that I would never restrain my bones. The uncle agreed, and he took a mouthful of the woven bag.
Grandpa's coffin was placed in a cave dwelling in a ravine near Yehugou in Mangling Mountains, not far from Huimeng Town, but the road was not easy. The champion rides an imported motorcycle and a mason, and I lead the way on a tricycle with Zhenmin and Uncle.
We are all familiar with this ditch, but because we haven’t been here for more than ten years, we don’t know the way. The ditch is full of weeds as high as one person. No one wants the weeds anymore. If they were changed to before, they wouldn’t grow so high at all!"
The tires of the tricycle ran over the thick withered grass of youtiao and stopped on a slope.
I stood in the car and looked forward. I have forgotten where I am.
Brother Zhenmin jumped off the bridge and explained: "There is no way ahead, we can only walk over!"
The uncle told us: "That has to hurry up, we must finish moving the grave today."
The champion brother also stopped his motorcycle, took the mason, and carried a cardboard box with a cloth bag slanting across his body. He walked and spread paper money into the sky.
The sky was overcast, the wind was blowing from the other side of the ravine, and the withered grass was blown and swayed, as if someone or a beast was hiding in it. Brother Zhenmin drew out a chopper and opened the way. Guess: "There may be wolves in this ravine."
When I was a child, I was also very afraid of wolves. I only knew that a villager in the same village bit an ear by the wolf. Since then, the person gave "an ear".
But when I grow up, because I have never been in contact with wolves, I am not afraid of wolves. But I am still afraid of dead people, especially those I know.
The more I walked forward, the scenery in front of me gradually became familiar. Before a cave dwelling almost buried in mud, my uncle stopped and looked around. After receiving the affirmation of the old mason and the champion, he took out two of them. Shovel, start digging.
Brother Zhenmin and Uncle started digging first. I tried not to look at the thick hole of the bucket, but the wailing of jackdaws came from the cliff, and I felt a little unlucky.
Brother Champion opened the carton, which was filled with firecrackers, joss sticks, paper money, and melons and fruits for sacrifice. The old mason was already using Zhenmin's hatchet to clean the dead grass near the cave, otherwise it would easily cause a mountain fire.
I helped champion brother put up melon and fruit offerings. The old mason's hands were also very fast. Within the time of a stick of incense, he cleared out an open space of five or six square meters. Uncle and brother Zhenmin were also tired of digging. Change me Go to battle with the champion brother.
The cave was dark and I couldn't see anything, but I stood behind the champion brother and was responsible for cleaning up the dirt he dug out.
This kind of soil is reddish-brown, and it is made into adobe to build a house very strong and can withstand wind and rain.
Brother Champion was also tired from digging, so he went to the side and lit a cigarette. I couldn't help but look into the cave. Suddenly a yellow fox jumped out of the cave. I was scared and sat on the ground with a "God" cry. .
The uncle cursed, carrying a hatchet and chasing him, but was stopped by the old mason.
Who can tolerate local dogs and wild foxes occupying the graves of their loved ones
The cave dwelling was dug out, and a bluestone slab was exposed inside. I was in shock and guarded the sacrificial supplies. My uncle and Zhenmin were already prying the bluestone slab. Accompanied by the loud chants, this one-ton bluestone slab was quilted. Slowly fall down.
The old mason immediately took out the Ming coins and burned them, and the champion said veteranly: "Second Uncle, we have moved your grave for you this time. You have stayed here and stayed enough. Let me change you a feng shui treasure."
My uncle pulled me at the cave entrance and kowtowed towards the coffin inside. I saw that the word "Shou" on the baffle of the coffin was mottled with paint.
But the coffin couldn't be taken away together, so Zhenmin set off the firecrackers, and the old mason shouted "Open the coffin!"
Uncle and Brother Champion used a crowbar to pry open the lid of the coffin, and the mason shouted again, "Don't panic, old man, your children and grandchildren are here to move your grave!"
The champion held a handful of incense in his hand and stood at the entrance of the cave. Zhenmin raised his flashlight to light it up. The uncle put on his gloves and began to sort out the bones of his grandfather.
I heard the knocking of the bells, and the horror of my grandfather's death came to my mind again: eyes wide open, eye sockets sunken, skinny and skinny, wearing a coarse cloth shroud, with bells in his mouth, only some crude ones. Funeral goods,
Grandpa won't stare at him. I am most afraid of his eyes. I remember that his coffin was piled up with papers, and there was a paper man.
Soon the eldest uncle came out with the woven bag, and the champion and Zhenmin put the coffin on the weeds and burned it together, and the blue smoke rose into the sky.
I asked the old mason whether to backfill the hole? He waved his hand to indicate that he was not using it, and then ordered me to move the sacrifice to the entrance of the cave, throwing all the remaining Mingbi paper into the fire in the cave.
When I returned home, I insisted on riding on Brother Champion’s motorcycle, and Brother Zhenmin was still driving a tricycle. My uncle put the woven bag on his lap and held it cautiously.
The champion was leading the way on a motorcycle, and when he was about to leave the ravine, he shouted solemnly: "I'm a dead man on this motorcycle!"
When I heard this, I responded with a little response, "You are not afraid of dead people cheating on the corpse and choking you to death?"
Champion brother replied nonchalantly: "I have seen a lot of dead people. I have never encountered a corpse cheating before. Don't be afraid!"
But I know that there are fraudsters, which are called "false deaths" in medicine, but their vital signs disappear, not brain deaths. (End of this chapter)