Chapter 16 third chapter

I comforted my furious son, for fear that he would do something surprising on impulse. Qinggouer, Qinggouer, your mother will come back sooner or later.My son got into the barrel to play again. I found an empty seat at the corner of the hall, sat down, and let out a soft sigh of relief.Maybe it was the breath I exhaled that disgusted her. The woman with a chrysanthemum on her head in the front seat turned her head and gave me a glare.I vaguely remember that she is the daughter of my sixth grandfather, and she should be called aunt.Before I could open my mouth, she turned her head away.The chrysanthemums on her head gave off a faint sadness, not sadness but a delicate fragrance.My son rolls the bucket, rattling.A dance was performed on the stage, and there was a fire in the middle. People danced around the fire, and the dancers held a bovine bone spindle.After dancing for a while, he seemed to be tired, so he slipped away and sat down, chewing grass in his mouth.On the edge of the stage grew a tuft of chrysanthemums, mostly white, occasionally red and yellow.Someone picked off the flowers and stuck them on the head of the woman sitting next to her.Later, Captain Pi came out, with two guns on his waist and a cigarette pouch hanging from the corner of his mouth.He said: "Revolution! Revolution! Do you understand? From now on, all those with webbed hands and feet will be castrated. Anyone who sabotages the revolution will be killed!"

Head Pi beckoned, and several people pushed a man onto the stage. Head Pi raised his gun and aimed it for a long time like a carpenter hanging on a wire. Then he pulled the trigger, and with a puff, the man's brains spewed out. .The people off the stage cheered in unison.There are also those who throw chrysanthemums on the stage.My son jumped onto the stage and gathered those asses.He hugged the chrysanthemum and smiled silly at me. It's time to tell the story of grandpa's funeral again.I ordered my brothers to bring three tall horses, all the color of burning coals, with eyes like copper bells and hoofs like raspberries.He also ordered his uncles to nail a trailer with cypress boards, planed the bottom of the trailer with a planer, and rubbed it with beeswax.The horses grazed while the uncles thumped and slapped to work.The grass is green grain grass, and the material is fried soybeans.The horses ate deliciously, their bellies gradually rounded, and their eyes became brighter.The most important job is to bathe and bury grandpa.The bluestone manger used by Tuan Piuan is definitely not usable anymore, even though it still exists with all its fur and wings.I found a big iron pot, filled it with water, added alum and luminous sand, and stripped my grandpa naked. Grandpa was full of hard bones. Flowing out.I used loofah pulp when scrubbing the head of the skin back then, but this time I definitely can't use it.Just use a broom bump, I say.We scrubbed Grandpa's body with broom bumps.By this time the trailer was also ready.After we dried Grandpa, we carried it to the trailer.Grandpa was not allowed to wear woolen military uniforms, and Mao suits were neither fish nor fowl, so he was asked to wear long robes and jackets, but on his feet were a pair of three-jointed cowhide shoes, which were polished very brightly.First of all, the seven roses presented by the little old uncle were inserted on the grandfather. Then, with white chrysanthemums as the main, Shandandan as the supplement, and a lot of day lilies, the grandfather turned into a hill with lush flowers and plants.Of course, the seven-branched rose stands tall and will always be the leader among flowers and plants.After the hearse was decorated, in order to prevent it from slipping off, I ordered my brothers to tie my grandfather firmly to the trailer with a nettle rope, and put a sharp knife scraped from hard jujube wood into my grandfather's hand. This wooden knife has three It is more than a foot long, and anyone who holds it will look heroic or Kongwu.Then came the horse riding.The horse's harness is also the best harness in the world: it is made of raw cowhide woven and soaked in high-quality tung oil.On the harness of the horse, the women put a lot of chrysanthemums.The fragrance of chrysanthemums is everywhere.

Now, everyone can cry out loud. The women cried first, and the men followed. Grandpa looked serene and didn't say a word.I guessed that he was quite pleased with the funeral. The etiquette has just begun, and the fun is yet to come! I stood at the back of the trailer, my toes touching the soles of Grandpa's feet.Leaning on a crossbar, I ordered everyone not to cry.Aiming at the horse's buttocks, I poked a bamboo pole.The horses run.Everyone followed closely behind the trailer, moving their legs frequently. The three horses ran side by side, at first they were not fast, but then they got faster.The horse's tail is open, like a piece of silk.We galloped across the fields, and the oil swallows flew close to the grass to catch moths startled by horseshoes.There are some brown flying objects that seem to be grasshoppers, but they are not grasshoppers, but mud splashed by horseshoes.The people behind galloped and tried their best, but they couldn't catch up with the horse.I heard their yelling, and with all my strength, I pulled the rein of the horse.The three heads of the horse are raised high, and the front hooves are raised; the half-opened horse's mouth emits a hoarse growl, and the horse's lips are covered with foam.The inertia caused the slippery trailer to slide on the turf for more than ten meters before stopping.I jumped out of the trailer, looked back, and saw a flat road in the meadow, full of green grass and yellow flowers that had been weighed down by the trailer.

The mourners caught up panting.The little-footed women are very pitiful; the little old uncle suffering from asthma is even more pitiful, his face is yellow, his eyes are green, his lips are purple, and his big black mouth is open to help him breathe through his nostrils. The little old uncle said humorously: "Ganba Jindou's nephew oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh —Slow down and miss oh-oh-oh-” I said Zhongzhongzhong, little old uncle, you can ride a horse or sit in a car, the journey is still far away to reach the mangrove forest.

The little old uncle neither rides a trailer nor rides a horse; everyone has his own aspirations, so don't force them.In order not to cause his honored guest from afar to die on the road, I held the rein of the horse and controlled the speed.The horse was irritable because he couldn't run as he wanted, his body twisted, and his steps were messy.Bees flew after us and birds circled above us.If there is a word, it is slow, if there is no word, it is fast. In short, the horse-drawn trailer has come to the edge of the mangrove forest. This is a low-lying place, and water from all directions gathers here.We guessed that deep in the dense woods, there must be a big naozi with accumulated water, because in the depths of the woods, there is often curling water vapor rising, converging into clouds like a canopy, and then it rains, and the cold, rotten water vapor is blown by the wind. Rippling to the grassland, conveying to us the information of fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs and a large number of inexplicable aquatic plants.How big is the mangrove forest?No one can tell.Some people wanted to circle around the mangrove forest, roughly estimating the area of ​​the mangrove forest, but no one had completed the circle in a sane manner. Various smells were released from the forest, which quickly put the spirit of the explorer in a state of turmoil. In this illusory state, all ambitious geographical investigations are transformed into obsessed and meaningless mental wanderings.Not to mention, there are still some people who stray into the depths of the woods and never come out. Whenever it is cloudy and rainy, the air is humid and the air pressure increases sharply, we can often hear the cries of these lost people for help.

This piece of mysterious woods is not surprising to those who know it, and even less so to those who don't know it.In recent years, in order to get rid of poverty and get rich, the county government organized some people to go into the woods to investigate resources, and planned to develop it into a tourist area, attracting a wide range of Chinese and foreign tourists.We do not welcome this.Fortunately, the county government resource investigation team of three men and three women was like a sea of ​​mud cows after entering the mangrove forest, and there was no more news.It's a pity to think about it, among the six people, except for one half-old man in his fifties, the other five are all young people in their prime.It's a pity that those three women are as coquettish as each other.It's fine if the man dies, and the three women should be left to us to be our wives and breed muscular and brainy offspring for us.They walked into the mangrove forest one morning, and the scene at that time was vivid in front of their eyes... The horses bounced their hooves uncomfortably, because the trailer carrying the grandfather's body had stopped at the edge of the mangrove forest.On a sloping slope, those red weak branches are swaying in the mist.Let’s not mention the beautiful bird with a feather crown swinging on the branch. What I want to draw your attention to is our common little "Huapizi", which is a cat-faced mouse that is slightly smaller than a weasel and slightly larger than a mole. Body, golden color, eloquent teeth and good at speaking, extremely cute little animals.I searched all the dictionaries of zoology, but I couldn't find an entry for this small animal.We call them short stories.They can speak human language, humming, like small earphones.

They often run to the village on moonlit nights, whirling and dancing on the branches and walls.When they were happy, they laughed happily.My son has a special relationship with Xiaohuapizi—he abuses small animals, but he is very friendly to Xiaohuapizi.No more small talk.The horses got into the blood-sucking gadfly under their arms, and they were restless.I was also very anxious. Those who came to mourn the funeral walked among the fragrant flowers and poisonous weeds on the grassland, like a spring outing.I couldn't help but roared angrily: "Hey - hurry up! What kind of heart do you have? Are you trying to delay my grandpa's good time?"

They ran again, and finally gathered around the trailer, panting.I gave orders and made them all kneel on the ground and kowtow three times to my grandfather respectfully.The most solemn ceremony has begun.Since Tuan Piuan was sent into the mangrove forest, there has never been a grand funeral.In the era of war and chaos, the dead are like hemp, how can there be a lot of attention?Grandpa died in a time of peace, with good weather, 100% crops, adequate food and clothing, and good health. That's why he had the financial resources and the elegant attitude to appreciate death rituals. People knelt on the ground and refused to get up. I shouted: "Li Bi!" They stood up reluctantly.

I took out the three strings of big firecrackers buried between the green grass and flowers, and ordered my cousins ​​who were my generation: "Bashi, Akita, and Yuqian, each hang a firecracker and tie it to the horse's tail. " The three of them were very excited and took the firecrackers from me.The horses neighed, and they all opened their mouths wide and bared their long white teeth, squinting at my three dark cousins. "Tie it up!" I urged unceremoniously. Their excitement turned into timidity, their hands holding the firecrackers trembled, and they were afraid to approach.But in the end it was approaching the horse's tail inch by inch.The ponytails were tucked between the legs, and the neighing intensified.As soon as Akita's hand touched the horse's tail, the horse raised its hooves violently, kicking up the floating dirt on the edge of the forest that contained Glauber's salt, and a cloud of salty, sour, bitter and spicy smoke captivated everyone's eyes.Grandpa twisted his body on the trailer, looking very anxious.

I am even more anxious, because if this plan fails, the whole plan will be ruined. Losing my personal prestige is a small matter, but not being able to carry out Grandpa's will is a big matter.The three cousins ​​were as fearful of difficulties as tigers, and covered their eyes to avoid the limelight.I couldn't help getting annoyed, and just when I was about to scold, I happened to see an eighteen-year-old sister covering her mouth and laughing.In response to Fu Zhixin's words, I loudly ordered the three most beautiful cousins ​​and sisters to hide their mouths, and Hulu was the first to bear the brunt: "Peony, Qiangwei, and Shaoyao, you three, go up quickly, each hold a horse's head, and put the horse's head in your arms. Stick your mouth to the horse's ear, and say something affectionate casually."

"Okay!" The three sisters cheered and jumped for joy, like three small whirlwinds of color and fragrance, they threw themselves on the heads of the three horses.The horses whined and hoofed lightheartedly, rubbing against my sisters.I gave a signal to the three cousins, and they understood, bent over and ran up, and tied the firecrackers to the horse's tail.The three sisters were having fun with the three horses, and I let them keep playing.I ordered dozens of men to line up in two rows, all armed with sharp weapons, like soap servants lining up a court, and I must force the horses to go straight ahead—the direction of the mangrove forest. I jumped out of the trailer, held an electronic lighter, crawled behind the horse's tail, and lit it continuously. The lighter didn't even emit a spark, which really made people burn.I had no choice but to throw away the lighter, climb out, and beg for kindling from the mourners, but only got half a white-headed match and a piece of lighting paper.He climbed in again, covered it with his sleeve, lit a fire, quickly ignited the fuzes of three strings of firecrackers, and rolled out one by one.Shouting: "Sisters, let the horse's head go and run away!" They actually have a relationship with the horse, and they seem to be lingering and affectionate.The firecrackers exploded on the horse's buttocks, the smoke billowed, paper scraps flew across, and the sound of the explosion was sharp and ear-piercing.The three horses raised their heads at the same time, they hung on the necks of the horses, and the horses crowded and rolled forward. "Let go, get out, you bastards!" I yelled, stomping my feet. People with sharp weapons screamed.The horse-drawn trailer rushed forward, and the two sisters were thrown back, rolling on the grass like hydrangeas.A younger sister was caught under the horse's hooves, that is, the one who covered Hulu's mouth. Her name is Mudan.Peony must die, who is the murderer?Her mother, the eighth aunt with big ears, will never let it go, and I feel the threat of disaster.God forbid, after the tow truck passed, she stood up, unharmed, and gave me a hulu smile.Even if you crush you to death, you can't solve the hatred in my heart! The horses rushed towards the mangrove forest like clouds and fog. "A startled horse is like electricity, and a crooked boat is like an arrow." It was a big downhill again, and the beeswax on the trailer rubbed against the turf to generate heat and melt, making it so slippery that it could no longer slip.The horses soared through the clouds and drove the trailer in the fog, and the flowers and green grass leaned towards us, as if they were attached to us.The horse's mane flew and the firecrackers sounded, the trailer and grandpa roared and flew straight into the middle of the mangrove forest. There was a loud noise in the mangrove forest, and then it was very quiet.After a long time, there was an oriole singing like a dream. I'm crying, because it's impossible for everyone to do the second one in their lifetime for such a grand event. The gunshots echoed in the hall, the walls, especially the corners and vaults echoed loudest.A shutter made of light and smooth birch boards opened silently, and a dozen narrow moonlight sifted down evenly, shining on the wooden barrel rolling back and forth on the aisle covered with chemical fiber carpets. .From time to time, the girl stuck her head out of the bucket, looked around, and then quickly retracted, like a crab parasitic in a snail shell.The purple-red curtain fell slowly, the music was blaring, and the words intermission were written on the white cloth subtitles on both sides of the curtain.Amid the sound of music, countless wall lamps and chandeliers shone brightly, and people left their seats in disorder, rushing out of the emergency exit noisily. The electric bell urged people to sit down, and there was another commotion.The lights went out, and the moonlight shone evenly and narrowly on the barrel again.The music sounded, and the drums sounded like a chime.The curtain slowly opened, and a beam of intense red light hit the heavily armed Captain Pi.The lights gradually faded, reflecting the entire stage.Head Pi Tuan said: "Through repeated discussions at the congress, we have decided that from now on, anyone born with webbed feet will be castrated on the spot; men and women of the same family, and those who have adulterous affairs, will be burned at the stake; after a few years, red-haired foreigners They must come to build the railway. When the time comes, we will fight bloody battles with them for many years. Anyone who is greedy for life, afraid of death, and collaborating with the enemy will be beheaded. These three resolutions will be engraved on the stone tablet." On the stage, many yellow-faced men and white-bearded old men were obedient, and a group of little red children ran onto the stage to present flowers to them.Who on stage has to spend the most?Head of Qiyuxuan Angpi. A little red boy stood on the edge of the stage and said in a tone: "The performance is over for a while, thank you for coming!" The music blared.The lights are bright.The curtain falls.