The old lady Bangzi in Bangzijing Village died. Worshiping the spirit on the first day, burying in the coffin on the second day, and burying in the earth on the third day, this is the funeral ritual suitable for both rich and poor in rural areas.As usual, as soon as the clapper old lady fell over, the living people nervously washed the face, hands, shaved forehead, cut nails, and put on the old clothes that had been prepared for the deceased while the bones were still cold and the arms and legs were not stiff.Amid the mournful cries of the sons and daughters, the mourning hall was set up.The "upside-down meal" made of half-baked millet is presented, which means that after the deceased is full, he will have the strength to walk on the long road to the underworld; boys and girls made of colored paper are already standing on both sides of the mourning hall, ready to give the deceased who has just stepped into the kingdom of the underworld. The Mrs. Clapper in the land led the way; Mr. Yin Yang, who was always there, pinched the hour, wrote the "death date" card (equivalent to an obituary), and pasted a white couplet on the door frame of the street... Inside and outside the house yard , The purple fragrance lingered, the candles flickered, and the black paper ashes of the burnt paper fell in the courtyard, permeating the mournful funeral atmosphere.

Jing Rong, the fifth son of Mrs. Bangzi, suppressed the pain of parting, maintained the sanity of the head of the family, and a few elderly women from close relatives were busy arranging all this.Now is not the time for him to express his grief. The key point is to arrange the funeral properly without accidents.Fortunately, it all went smoothly and there were no major mistakes. At noon the next day, the coffin was buried and the coffin was nailed to death, and the bond of flesh and blood would never be seen again.Amidst the cries of children, relatives, men and women who were almost in a state of madness, Jing Rong's fifth child opened his old eyes blurred with tears, and took a last look at the stiff, sallow face of the old lady who had lived with him all his life. The man was dragged away from the coffin, and then he heard the sound of "bang dang" when the coffin lid was pressed down, and the sound of the ax riveting the nails... Grief is a natural feeling, and as a funeral that must be done, all of this went smoothly It went smoothly and there was no deviation, Jing Rong's fifth child felt at ease.

The problem came during the funeral and burial on the third day. Bangzijing is a small village, and the graves of the dead have always been chosen on the slope behind the village.The slope is steep and the road is narrow, so to carry a coffin uphill, all the strong and strong men of the village need to come out together, dragging forward and back, helping each other, changing shoulders halfway, so as to ensure that the coffin hinges do not touch the ground along the way. Taboo sent to the cemetery.Such geographical conditions have become a custom in this village. Whenever there is a funeral, no invitation is required. All men will go there consciously. Funeral matters use other people's time.There is another meaning, which is to cultivate a shovel for the cemetery of the deceased who lived half his life in the same street as himself, to express a little grief of the farmers, a kind of simple fellowship:

Rural people still follow the superstitious custom of burial at noon.Seeing that it was already noon, Jingrong Laowu saw only three or five underage children dangling with shovels on the soil field outside his street gate. Jinjin, anxious and restless.I waited helplessly until noon passed, but still no one came, and the coffin was indifferently parked on the mourning hall in the middle of the room, unable to start.The voice of the team leader Long Sheng yelling in the village alley made Jing Rong's fifth child even more ashamed and confused.Refuse to burial—the most terrible thing happened!Jing Rong's fifth child had to accept the fact that it was a foregone conclusion.

This is the most unbearable shame for the relatives of the deceased. Only those who have suffered serious misdeeds during their lifetime can receive such cold treatment after death.In the small Bangzijing Village, people only remember that there was an incident in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China that no one carried the spirit of the dead. It was a bandit in Bangzijing Village who was beaten to death by outsiders. The villains of the city did so hard, causing the bandits to lie dead for three days and could not "take the soil as peace".The three sons of the bandit knelt down at the cross in the middle of the street, replacing the old man who was the bandit, and made atonement to the villagers of the village party. It was not until the younger son, who was underage, fell to the ground and fell unconscious due to shame and freezing, that several elders in the village were moved to come forward and gather together. With human hands, the bandit's beaten and bruised corpse was hastily stuffed into the grave...

Jing Rong's fifth child squatted on the steps under the eaves. The wrinkled face of the nearly seventy-year-old man was even tighter. His complexion was sallow, his eyes were dull, and his beard was trembling.With her eyes closed, she lay straight in the coffin, waiting for the living to bury her in the ground. She never considered leaving the unbearable shame to her man and children! "Don't worry, sir." The production team leader, Long Sheng, walked in from outside the street gate, and comforted Jing Rong's fifth son in an obviously forced calm tone, "People will come soon! Hey! Now the responsibility system is implemented, and everyone is greedy. Working on my own crops..."

Jing Rong's fifth child didn't answer, still staring at the deserted street gate.Long Sheng's consolation did not alleviate the pressure in his heart at all. On the contrary, he thought, if it weren't for the official post of the captain, I am afraid that you, Long Sheng, would not come!The old man knew in his heart what a shameful thing had happened, and now it was impossible to save him no matter what. Looking at Jing Rong's fifth child's pained and ashamed face, Long Sheng felt extremely uncomfortable.He was so anxious that he couldn't stand still in the room, turned his buttocks and walked out of the street door, turned around, and said angrily: "Master, if I go to call people again, I have to send them..."

"Don't go!" Jing Rong's fifth brother shouted, stood up suddenly from the steps, ran out of the street gate, stopped Long Sheng, and finally said, "I'm going to... the street cross..." "Ah! What's the deal with that?" Long Sheng said in panic, holding on to Jing Rong's fifth brother's arm, "It's absolutely impossible!" The warm sunshine of March in the lunar calendar quietly shines on the mounds of soil, dung and firewood piles in the empty streets and alleys. Pedestrians are in a hurry and the village alleys are silent, showing a depressing and embarrassing atmosphere.How do men and women laugh at the dead man in the coffin that cannot go out through the closed or half-closed doors?

When the era has entered the 1980s, why did the peasants in Bangzijing village use such a practical method to embarrass a dead rural woman?