For funerals, you should rest first in the morning, and I will call for you when everyone returns in the afternoon. "
After speaking, he led Jiang Li and Xue Meng to sit down at his home, and Huang Zhishu's wife brought two bowls of tea. The bowl is an open-mouthed porcelain bowl for eating, and the black stalks soaked in it should be inferior tea stalks, and when you hold it in your hand, you can smell a bitter taste.
In order to show respect, the two took two sips before putting down the bowl.
Seeing them drinking tea, Branch Secretary Huang picked up the hookah and said, "I have to go to the cemetery. The two comrades should rest here first."
After he finished speaking, he left, and his wife went into the back room again. From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word to the two of them.
Once they left, there were only the two of them left in the room.
The weather was bad today, there was still some sunshine when we went out, but it was completely overcast when we arrived in the village, with heavy dark clouds overhead, making the sky gray and not bright.
Xue Meng couldn't sit still after sitting for a while, and chatted with Xiao Xiaoyu in the group, but always reminded that the message failed to be sent, so he suggested: "Let's go outside for a walk."
Jiang Greed nodded, and went out with him, but stopped in front of an empty house and looked in carefully.
I don't know how long this old house has been deserted and no one has lived in it. The doors and windows are closed tightly, and the inside can only be vaguely seen through the broken half window.
Xue Meng followed him and looked inside: "Hei Bulongdong is weird, why do you see this?"
He has always been big-hearted, and he murmured that he brought a safety talisman before he came, and when he entered the village and talked nonsense with Huang Zhishu, he almost regarded himself as a villager.
Jiang Greed glanced at him and said, "Didn't you find something wrong with this house?"
"What's the problem?" Xue Meng stretched out his head and glanced again, his expression gradually frightened: "Is there a ghost inside?"
Jiang Greed: ...
Turning Xue Meng's face to the window, Jiang Greedy smiled and said: "Didn't you find that the furniture in these houses is very complete, and there is nothing missing?"
If it weren't for a layer of dust falling in the house, it wouldn't look like a barren house without an owner.
Xue Meng took a closer look and said, "Yes."
He saw that there were even changed clothes on the bamboo bed, as if the owner had just left temporarily.
"But didn't Branch Secretary Huang say that these families have all moved away?"
Jiang Greed looked at him expressionlessly: "You don't bring anything with you when you move?"
"Also, he said gone, not moved."
The Chinese language is broad and profound, and when a person leaves, there are many meanings.
Could have moved, could have... died.
Xue Meng obviously understood what he meant, and he was a little at a loss: "Maybe the master is still planning to come back in the future? Didn't move the furniture?"
Jiang Greed shook his head: "I walked all the way just now, and I observed the vacant house, and there is nothing missing in the furniture."
One can still be said to be a coincidence, if they are all like this, then there is obviously a problem.
Xue Meng still can't figure it out: "But this is a dozen households, even if there are only two people in a family, there are more than 20 people? How could they all die?"
The information they got was the statistics of last year. At that time, the data showed that there were still forty-five households in the village. How could it be possible that more than a dozen households died in a year? This is too scary.
"It may be that the person died long ago but did not cancel the account, or it may be that something happened in the village."
Jiang Li looked very calm, and walked towards the woods to the north as soon as he turned his footsteps: "Go to the cemetery and have a look, I should have some clues."
Generally speaking, there is a cemetery in the village. Judging from the direction the four men carried the coffin, the cemetery should be over there. It's just blocked by a forest and cannot be seen from the village.
Xue Meng was a little confused, but seeing Jiang Li's calm expression, he managed to calm down a little, and followed Jiang Li's side step by step.
The weeds in the village were very strong. They followed the traces of the weeds trampled by the villagers, and they approached the forest after a while.
The area of the forest is quite large, and it may take about ten minutes to walk through it. The two walked inside for a while, and vaguely saw a black building standing on the other side of the forest. It was about two or three stories high and cylindrical. It was unclear what it was used for.
The two were about to quicken their pace and go to the front to have a look, but they bumped into Huang Zhishu head-on.
Both sides stared at each other, both were taken aback.
Huang Zhishu's expression suddenly became ferocious: "Why are you here?!"
Xue Meng was frightened by his distorted expression, and he didn't answer the words for a moment. At this time, Huang Zhishu seemed to be a different person from just now.
Jiang Greed took a step forward, and said with a natural expression, "Staying in the house is too boring, and the mobile phone signal is not very good, so I went to the woods to get some air."
He seemed puzzled: "Can't we come here?"
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Huang Zhishu rolled his eyes to look at the two of them, and after a long time he said in a strange tone: "There is a cemetery in the village beyond the forest, outsiders are not allowed to enter, for fear of offending the ancestors."
Jiang Greed said, pushed Xue Meng, and said, "Sorry, we don't know. Then let's go back. Is the funeral over?"
Huang Zhishu hummed gloomyly: "You two wait a little longer, and they will all come back in another hour or so. I will call people over then."
Jiang Greed smiled and said yes, and the three of them turned back to the village together.
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Longlong: My family has two more cubs/proud.
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Chapter 51
Returning to Huang Zhishu's home, Jiang Li and Xue Meng sat down on the stools in the main room, and Huang Zhishu's wife who had been staying in the back room brought over two bowls of tea. Huang Zhishu was sitting opposite, holding a stick of hookah in his hand, puffing on it, and the smoke he exhaled enveloped him, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Probably because Jiang Li's expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, and Xue Meng also calmed down. He touched the peace amulet in his pocket, and instead of drinking the bowl of tea, he talked to Huang Zhishu with a smile: "Why are you so fast?" just came back?"
Huang Zhishu paused for a while, and said, "You are guests from afar, why don't you leave you alone, and you will come back quickly."
"How can we be regarded as guests? It is our job to solve the difficulties in the village, and it should be." Xue Meng has lost his sense of intimacy with him at this time, and all he says are polite words. Huang Zhishu is not young, but also has a simple and honest appearance, which is easy to get close to. Xue Meng is no exception.
But after seeing his hideous expression for a moment in the woods, Xue Meng became more jealous and wary of him,
This village looks normal at first glance, but as Jiang Li said, when you think about it carefully, everything is wrong. He remembered that both Zhang Tianxing and Xiao Xiaoyu said yesterday that the village was normal. He didn't know if they were tricked by the villagers, or if they were just unlucky and happened to run into each other today.
Huang Zhishu took another deep puff of his cigarette, then put down the cigarette stick and stood up, saying, "We're all back."
There was a faint human voice outside, Xue Meng followed Jiang Li and got up to look, and saw the villagers coming back in twos and threes. There was no longer any sadness on their faces, but a hint of joy on their faces. But they probably had a lot of bitter scenes on weekdays, and even when they smiled, there was still sadness on their faces, so looking at it this way, it was very weird and out of harmony.
Xue Meng quietly moved behind Jiang Li, and tried to maintain a natural demeanor to talk to Huang Zhishu: "Why are everyone so happy? Is there anything good in the village?"
Huang Zhishu narrowed his cloudy eyes and said with a smile: "This is our custom here. When an old man passes away after his 60th birthday, it is a happy funeral. For a family, there is also one less heavy burden. So After the funeral, there will be a celebration in the village."
He turned his head to look at the two of them and said, "There will be a banquet later, you two haven't eaten at noon, you just happened to have a banquet with us, it's rare that the village is so lively."
He seems to have said that the sixty-year-old man is a burden, and his death is a happy event worth celebrating.
The more Xue Meng listened, the more weird he felt, and the corner of his mouth forced a smile: "We haven't finished our work tasks today, so I'm afraid that we won't be able to deal with the leader when we go back."
Huang Zhishu waved his hand: "It's not easy. I'll call all the men and the women to prepare the banquet. You should finish your business first."
After he finished speaking, he yelled a few times, and the scattered villagers gathered together, and all of them looked at them with beaming brows.
Seeing this, Xue Meng subconsciously looked at Jiang Greed.
Jiang Greed nodded to him and said, "Finish the work first."
Xue Meng looked at him, sorted out his thoughts, and started to give a mobilization speech according to the plan that had been set before, while Jiang Li sent out the survey form of intention to go out to work for the villagers to fill out.
Not all the villagers could read and write. Some villagers who could not read and write, Jiang Nian took the form and asked one question after another, waiting for the other party to answer before filling it in.
Although there are not many people, filling out the form is a tedious task.
One asked, the other shouted, and the two of them tossed and tossed for almost an hour before putting away all the forms.
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Xue Meng and Jiang Li glanced through the survey form and found that everyone had filled out the column "Would you like to go out to work?"
Under normal circumstances, they came here to do mobilization work. No one in the village is willing to go out to work. They must find a way to do ideological work. But the situation in the village is obviously not right now, Xue Meng licked his dry lips and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to continue?"
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