Chapter 17 Chapter fifteen

When the grandfather arrived at the uncle's house, the uncle had already cut his leg with a knife, and the blood flowed like a spring.Yesterday, when he fell on the ground and scratched his skin, he was in sore pain.With this cut, it was his turn to die.It was his turn to die.Lingling was lying there waiting for him. Uncle had to hurry up and chase her down. At this moment, Grandpa is here.Grandpa blows like the wind. The master earned his body out of a dream and went to his uncle's house, and the uncle's uncle had already passed away, so he hurried to chase Lingling. It was the noon of the next day, and Dingzhuang was just as quiet and hot as the day before, and the people in Dingzhuang also took their afternoon naps at home.The sick people in the school also took a nap in the ventilated place.Grandpa was taking a nap in his dream, and in a daze, he heard Lingling calling for daddy repeatedly, the voice flying like snow-white blades across the plain.The master thought she was calling him, and sat up from the bed, but he didn't see Lingling in front of him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then lay down on the bed again.Cicada's cries squeezed in from outside the window and outside the door. After listening for a while, Grandpa fell asleep again, and then heard the blue and white cries flying towards his ears in all directions.Master knew that he was dreaming, so he let the dream flood him on his bed, flood the house and school, Dingzhuang and the plain, and followed Lingling's call, and saw Uncle walking out of the house, Lingling kneeling on him Behind him, he hugged his leg and yelled loudly, Dad——you can’t do this——

Dad, you must not be like me—— I don't know why Lingling wants to call her uncle Daddy, and her man Daddy instead of calling him Liang or Hey——.Grandpa was confused by Lingling's screams, and he just listened to her screams and watched them cry or pull, just like watching a performance in a theater.Standing there motionless watching, I saw Lingling hugging my uncle's leg to prevent him from walking out of the house, but because of her thinness and lack of strength, my uncle still dragged her from the house to the yard inside.The situation in the yard is the same as when Uncle and Lingling didn’t move back from the outside. The tung tree canopy covers a large courtyard with a three-quarter open space, and the colorful sunlight falls from the cracks in the thick and solid leaves. The cool and shaded courtyard is everywhere. They are all bright and brilliant round balls.The wire rope for drying clothes was still pulled from one tree to the other, leaving finger-deep scratches on both trees.Under the wall of the upper house, there is a rusty hoe that has not been used for a long time.In front of the door of the kitchen, there is a trough that used to feed pigs.Now that Tingting is gone, so is the pig, and there is only an empty trough left.Nothing is the same as before.The only difference is that the tin bucket used to be placed in the kitchen when not in use, but now it is randomly placed in the middle of the yard, in the middle of the road blocking people from walking, and there is still half a bucket of water in the bucket. , a scoop, one look at who did not put the bucket back into the stove after taking a shower in hot weather.When Grandpa watched Uncle pass by the yard, he looked at the bucket.After watching for a while, he passed by the bucket and dragged Lingling who was hugging his legs into the kitchen. When he reached the chopping board, my uncle picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board and held it in the air without hesitation.Grandpa thought that Uncle was holding the knife to kill Lingling, and when he was panicking and wanted to jump over to pull him, he saw Uncle raised his left leg, kicked it on the chopping board, swished it, and pointed the kitchen knife towards his leg. cut down.

When he cut it down, he was still tearing his throat and shouting, I am your grandma, what are you doing alive when your wife is dead! ——My dear grandma, Lingling is dead, why are you still alive! Following Uncle's call, Grandpa froze for a moment.When he saw the knife rising and falling, there was a white light in front of his eyes, flashing past his eyes like a flash.Immediately afterwards, following the moment when the knife was pulled from the uncle's leg, a stream of blood splashed out, like a fountain suddenly spewing out from a square in Tokyo.Along with the spring spewing out like mushrooms, there are bead-like red blood particles around the spring head.At that moment, the sunlight was shining through the window of the kitchen room and falling on the uncle's body, and the splashed blood was like a transparent pillar.The pillar looked like a red glass chopstick, flew obliquely one foot high, then fell down with a crash, scattering red spots like a grain of rice, and the blood flowed down the uncle's leg towards the ground.

At this time, Lingling, who was kneeling and crying, suddenly stopped crying, and collapsed under the chopping board with a pale face, tears gushing from her face. Lingling called, Liang——Dad, you are so stupid. Dad——you can live one more day, so why are you chasing me? Uncle smiled at Lingling, that kind of pale yellow smile, as if he had no strength to laugh, and before the smile hung on his face for a long time, the sharp pain hit him suddenly, and he dropped his hands He held the knife with both hands around the edge of the knife, which was more than an inch long, and squatted down under the chopping board. Beads of sweat densely covered his forehead.

Grandpa got out of the dream, took a shortcut and ran to his uncle's house, opened the courtyard door, and really saw the bucket in the middle of the courtyard.Tin barrel.There is still half a bucket of water in the bucket, and the water dipper is floating in that bucket like a boat.Cicadas shouted, and fell from the paulownia tree in the courtyard towards the bottom, like overripe fruit falling.In the leaking round sunlight, there was blood on the floor from the kitchen to the upper room.A red thread of blood.The whole yard is full of blood.Grandpa was stunned in the courtyard for a while, and then hurriedly ran to the upper house.Run with strides.After rushing into the room, I saw my uncle had died beside Lingling, lying on his back beside her shoulders, the blood on his legs flowed onto Lingling's skirt, making her skirt covered with flowers.

The matter of burial is a matter of cleaning up people's appearance. It's also a coincidence that things are being pushed towards a pile.Uncle died, and Yue Jin's younger brother Ding Xiaoyue also died that day.When Lingling died, it happened that Jia Genzhu's younger brother, Jia Genbao, also died at that time.Four people died, and four people died in the next life. There are not enough people to bury in the village.When my father went to the village to ask someone to dig the tomb, everyone said I was sorry, and they all said that Director Jia or Director Ding had already invited him first.They said that they should keep the corpses of Uncle and Lingling for a few days, two or three days more, and only after Hongli and Genbao were buried could they help dig the tombs of Uncle and Lingling.

Said: "Gen Bao died a little earlier than Lingling, and Xiaoyue died a little earlier than Ding Liang. There must be a first-come-first-served thing to bury people." Grandpa went to Genzhu's house.Please ask Genzhu to squeeze out a few extra people in the family to help the grandfather bury uncle and Lingling.Gen Zhu just looked at my grandfather and didn't speak for a long time.Finally, he said: "Go back and ask your boss. I heard that the directors of other Zhuangli febrile disease committees rewarded a good coffin for their good management of febrile disease, but Yuejin and I didn't." Mile?"

I went to Yuejin's house and asked him to squeeze out a few extra people. Yuejin looked up at the sky, asked my grandfather, and said, "Uncle, the other cadres in the village have been given a good coffin. Why don't you send me and Gen Zhu?" The master left Genzhu's house.Went away from Yuejin's house.When I got home, I stood by the corpses of my uncle and Lingling, looked at the sky and the ground, and waited for my father to come back from the city. Father rushed back after dusk, looked at the corpses of uncle and Lingling, sighed, came out and sat face to face with grandfather in the courtyard of uncle's house, with his head depressed, not talking, the moonlight was spreading in the village and in the courtyard with.Uncle and Aunt - lying side by side with Lingling on the two door panels of the upper and main room.The silence inside and outside the house seemed like there was no one alive. It was so quiet until the middle of the night, when I heard the people who had helped Jia's and Yuejin's family dig graves come back from outside the village and walked past the door, I looked up. Father:

"I have to bury it. If you leave it for another day, everyone will stink." Said: "Hui, you can see it, it's not that there are not enough people, it's that the people in the village are watching our Ding family make a fool of themselves." Said: "Listen to me earlier, if you can kneel down and kowtow to the people of Dingzhuang, say sorry, the matter will not come to this day." Dad slowly stood up from the opposite side of the grandfather, looked at the corpses of the grandfather, uncle and Lingling, snorted, and said: "Father—don't worry, I don't need Dingzhuang alone, I don't need Dingzhuang alone." Zhang Kai, why don't you bury my younger brother and Lingling in a dignified manner?"

After saying this, Dad walked out of the uncle's yard. The strength of his steps seemed to be able to step on the ground out of a hole, as if he accidentally kicked a stone or a brick, and could kick the stone or brick out. Zhuang, kick to the other side of the ancient road of the Yellow River. and left. The master was left guarding the corpses of his uncle and Lingling. It was quiet all night, nothing unexpected happened, but the next day, at dawn, a dozen men from Waizhuang came.They are all strong men from neighboring villages and villages, the older ones are less than forty years old, and the youngest are not younger than thirty years old, which is a good age for hard work, and they are all good for building houses and digging graves in each village and village. geotechnical.Led by a seventy-year-old man, they went to Dingzhuang and dug the graves of Shu and Lingling in a day and a night.On the tomb of my family in the south west of Zhuang, under the tomb of my grandma, a deep tunnel was dug first, and then a door was opened from the tunnel, and a large room was dug out from the door. It looks like a cemetery.The cemetery of Wade's tomb is much larger than ordinary tombs.Speaking of which, right now is the fever season on the plain, and there are as many dead people as there are fallen leaves on trees, and the tomb has to be dug half smaller than usual, but Uncle’s tomb, the tomb of two people, has no fever The double tomb at that time was much larger.Much bigger.

Not to mention the size alone, what's more important is that on the wall of the tomb that looks like a room, the oldest of the dozen or so earthworkers used a knife, a shovel and a small shovel, On a mud wall mixed with sand and soil, a city map of Tokyo was dug out of the entire wall. In the picture, there are famous Dragon Pavilion and Iron Tower in Tokyo, Panjia Lake and Yangjiahu, as well as Xiangguo Temple built in the Song Dynasty, Baogong Temple and Dayu Water Control Temple make the tomb wall look antique and fragrant, like a carved court painting.On the other side of the tomb wall, there are tall buildings and buildings in Tokyo, including squares, fountains, and office buildings of the city government and the municipal party committee.And the famous commercial pedestrian street.On the street, there are stalls and crowds next to each other.The old tomb painting on the left is named "Songcheng", and the new tomb painting on the right is named "New Tokyo", and the characters are also engraved on the top of the painting.Although the paintings and characters are not as fine as the brush and ink on the paper, it is rare to depict in this tomb on the plain.It was the anecdote of the world that came to Dingzhuang alive, so the news spread in Dingzhuang, and people began to visit the tomb. A group went to the tomb to see. After reading it, I came out to talk about how good the tomb is, how ingenious the carvers are, and how beautiful and divine the dragons and unicorns on the pillars of the Dragon Pavilion are.There seems to be noise in the flow of people on the commercial street.In this case, pass it on one by one, and everyone, old and young, will go to see it, just like visiting a palace suddenly dug out of the ground. On the third day, it was the day to bury people. Everyone went to see my uncle's grave, like watching a scene of an underground palace.The sun on the plain was just about to rise at that time, and the eastern horizon was glowing red, like a red lake.A lake on fire.The crop field, the field is full of dazzling light, and the wheat that is as high as the chopsticks is golden.And the grass on the edge of the ground is like the fat green and thin yellow of jade carvings.At that time, my uncle’s double tomb was at the bottom of the large tomb in my house. The sand dug out from the double tomb was piled on both sides of the tomb entrance, and was trampled down, but the smell of the new soil was still strong and sweet. .The village people walked down the passageway of the tomb, looked up and clicked their tongues, and said something, and then let another group of village people go down to look, came up and asked: "Do you believe me?" The person who came up nodded: "Ding Liang and Lingling are dead." Or: "Whoever digs this tomb for me can give me a hundred fevers." At this time, the villager who helped Jia Genzhu and Ding Yuejin to dig the graves came.The best geotechnical mason in Dingzhuang is here.The villagers gave way to them and let them go down to see the tomb and visit the underground palace.Climb down and come up again.When I went down, I had a look of disbelief on my face. When I came up, I had a convincing smile on my face. I looked at a 30-year-old craftsman who had been sitting by the tomb guarding the tomb and tools and said: "Did you engrave it?" "It's my uncle." "Where did your uncle learn this trade?" "Ancestry." "Can you ask your uncle to engrave it in the tomb over there?" The 30-year-old guy looked at the 40-year-old earthworker in Dingzhuang and said, "This is an official tomb. In the past, people who became officials could only carve pictures on the tomb walls when they died at the fourth rank. It’s finished, but whoever asks me to engrave the tomb has to be stamped and approved by the top. Without the approval note from the top, the people below are dead, and no one can carve this official tomb casually.” Question: "Then how can Ding Liang be engraved in the official tomb after his death?" Said: "His brother Ding Hui has become the director of the County Fever Committee." He didn't say anything anymore, and the earthworkers in the village withdrew back to Dingzhuang.At this moment, the sun was slowly rising, and when it was time for the burial, it was time for the villagers in the cemetery to go back to bury the burial.At this moment, the coffins of Ding Xiaoyue and Jia Genbao had already been placed in front of their respective houses.These are two good coffins made after Dingzhuang had a fever. They are both paulownia coffins made of big paulownia trees, with four-inch thick boards and three-inch thick cypress wood sides, on which the word "lay" is engraved like a basin. And the word "sacrifice", the words are painted with white gold powder and gold powder, like two large pots of honeysuckle.The tombs that Gen Zhu and Yue Jin dug for their younger brothers were indeed not as good as the one my father dug for his younger brother.It is an official tomb.Official tomb.The official tomb is a tomb that has been extinct on the plain since the Song Dynasty.There is also a picture of the city's scenic spots engraved in the tomb, and the bustling Tokyo was buried with his brother.It's a pity that the tomb was engraved for two people who secretly married in Dingzhuang. Gen Zhu and Yue Jin couldn't think about it, and they couldn't hold it.Fortunately, the coffins of their two families are good, and they are high-grade coffins that can only be used by old people who can live to be eighty years old in every village and village.It is a coffin that can only be used by wealthy families with some power and money. The coffin of the top grade. It is a coffin that only people with money and status can start and are willing to make. The coffins are placed outside their respective homes.The two families lived in the same alley, not too far apart, not too far away, as if the two coffins were placed together.The people in Dingzhuang and those who watched all said that the two coffins were good, and that Ding Yuejin and Jia Genzhu were against brothers. Although they didn't dig out an official tomb for their younger brother like Ding Hui, they had prepared such a coffin for them after all. Two good coffins.At this moment, at this very moment, a car drove into the village and arrived at the door of my uncle's house, and two coffins were unloaded from the car.The coffin was wrapped in cardboard and soft cloth.Unload it, put it on the stool, and then unroll the paper and cloth. As soon as it opened, all the villagers gathered around, and they all came to see the pair of coffins. It is a couple's coffin. It is a rare golden ginkgo wood coffin in the world.Because of this fever, dead people on the plain look like lights going out, like leaves falling from trees. The dead need coffins as much as the living need houses. It looks like gold, but the coffin sent by father is not paulownia coffin or cypress wood, but ginkgo wood.The whole coffin is made of ginkgo wood.The uncle is a male, and the coffin is bigger. Its coffin is called the golden coffin.The golden coffin is made of three-inch-thick 1,000-year-old ginkgo wood. Ginkgo wood feels soft to the touch, but hard after use. On that side, on the left and right panels outside the coffin, on the coffin lid, and on the large and small stalls, there are all engraved pictures of prosperous and scenic spots, landscape and figure paintings, auspicious clouds and spring breeze, and city streets. And alleys, cars and people, tall buildings in the city and winding overpasses like sheep intestines, trees in the park, people under the trees, kites flying and boats rowing.Early gold and silver coffins were generally engraved with sayings of the Twenty-Four Filial Piety, a picture of Meng Jiangnv crying over the Great Wall, and a collection of stories about Liang Zhu, but in the gold and silver coffins of Uncle and Lingling, scenes of big cities are engraved on the coffins.It's a picture of a big city.For example, Tiananmen Square in Beijing, TV Tower in Shanghai, big hotels in Guangzhou, commercial streets, bustling avenues, cross-river bridges, department stores, fountains, etc., in any big city.Needless to say, the person who engraved the picture of the city's scenic spots on the coffin had traveled far and wide and seen the world, so he was able to engrave the prosperity and scenery on the inside and outside of the coffin.Engrave Shanghai, engrave Beijing, engrave the prosperity and excitement of many big cities in China.Describe the bustling and lively as gold powder painting, silver powder painting, and colored gouache painting. All the people in Dingzhuang looked around the coffin and exclaimed: "God, what kind of coffin is this? The emperor didn't need this coffin when he died." Use your hands to carefully touch the painting on the coffin: "Come and touch it, all of you, this city is as smooth as a new wife's face." Just touch them all.Touch the buildings in the city, the cars running on the overpass, the lights on the side of the square, and the people sitting by the lake.Then someone looked in through the open coffin and saw that there were also paintings on the coffin panel inside the coffin. After carefully pushing the coffin lid away, they saw the enlarged image of my uncle pasted on the large side wall of the coffin. .On the inside and four walls of the coffin, there are engraved pictures of the enjoyment of city people. There are TV sets, refrigerators, drum washing machines, and machines that can play movies and plays on TV, and large stacked boxes. speakers.There are also microphones that can sing, and a sumptuous feast with ten dishes and eight bowls.On the banquet table are engraved with good wine, chicken, duck, fish, wine cups, wine gu, and red chopsticks.There are also carved stages and theaters, tall buildings and mansions.The doors of cinemas and theaters, buildings and high-rise buildings are all engraved with the word "Ding's family" on the top of the door.My uncle Ding Liang's name is also engraved on the electrical appliances. The most important thing is that there is a building on the side of my uncle's coffin, with the words People's Bank of China on the top of the building. It's like burying the wealth and prosperity of a country that has been acquired by decades of hard work for my uncle. Put the prosperity and wealth of the whole world into Uncle's coffin. Going to look at the silver coffin again, look at Lingling's smaller coffin. The aunt is a daughter, and the coffin is a silver coffin. Although the coffin is smaller, it is also made of ginkgo wood.The outside of the coffin was engraved with a city map similar to that of the golden coffin. When the lid was pushed open, Lingling's image was also pasted on the front of the coffin.Lingling smiled.In addition to this, on the four walls of the silver coffin, there are also various silks and satins, various women's clothes and jewelry carved.Dressing table and cosmetic case.There are also sewing machines for making clothes, cupboards and kitchen cabinets for cooking, machines for extracting oil fumes in city kitchens, loincloths for cooking, bowls for eating, cups for drinking, brushes for washing pots, steamers, etc. Cage for steamed buns, oil for cooking.There are all kinds of things, and everything should be there.There are also flowers placed here and there, and grass planted here and there.Vineyards and pomegranate trees.Under the pomegranate tree, Lingling had just finished washing my uncle's clothes and trousers that were dripping with water. People looked around Uncle's golden coffin and around Lingling's silver coffin.He kept licking his mouth. Just talking, Grandpa came out from his uncle's house, his face was glowing red, and he looked several years younger than a few days ago. The villagers said: "Teacher Ding, now Ding Liang and Lingling are blessed." Grandpa stood beside the coffin: "What good is there? But death is worth it." The villagers said, "What kind of coffin is this called?" The master said: "This is the gold and silver coffins that the old people said, but now they are all new-style gold and silver coffins, and the coffins are engraved with prosperity." So I started to bury my uncle and Lingling. The front of the door looked like a meeting. The people in Dingzhuang, except for Jia Genzhu and Li Yuejin, were almost all watching around the door of my uncle's house.Even Ding Yuejin's mother, Jia Genzhu's daughter-in-law and son were all watching.Huge crowds of people watching.A large group of people, as well as people from neighboring villages and villages, watched the bustle as if they were watching a play, and filled half of the streets of Dingzhuang.Just like watching a play, some children climbed up the wall and up the tree.Just like watching a play, the crowd is full of men and women arguing, old people and children laughing.The sun has risen several feet high, and it is almost at the head of the village.Bunches of light shone over.Take photos one by one, turning the funeral into a happy event.According to a drama performance.Father was at home, talking to the coffin-bearers from the city.At my uncle's house, my mother poured water and handed cigarettes to the people from the other villages.The younger sister ran through the cracks in the crowd and got through the cracks in her legs.At this time, the burial began, and my father came out of my house, followed by many Dingzhuang people and Waizhuang people, people from the city and country people on the plain. When my father walked over, someone called from afar and asked: "Shall we start the burial?" Dad replied: "Put it in the funeral." I started to bury my uncle and Lingling out of the house, and put away the real cigarettes, real wine, suits, leather shoes for my uncle, plain clothes, flower skirts for Lingling, and jewelry that looked like real ones. Put it in the coffin.People from Dingzhuang also rushed into the uncle's house to help carry the uncle, the aunt, and the things that were put in the coffin.Then Dad saw the earthworkers and masons of Dingzhuang who came to help, as well as the ceremonial hands who specially arranged for the funeral. They were all helping Ding Yuejin and Jia Genzhu's family. Father was feeling a little sad, his face glowed red, and under the red light he called loudly: "Hey, hey—you go and help Yue Jin and Gen Zhu's family, we can't let things over there get cold." People said: "The digging of the grave should be done for them first, and the burial should be done for you first." My grandfather stood on the steps in front of the door, feeling a little sorry: "Isn't this bad? Is this bad?" Ding Yuejin's mother and Jia Genzhu's daughter-in-law both said: "What's wrong, what's wrong. They are all Dingzhuang people, members of the same family, and the funeral is not the same for whose family is settled first." Just let the funerals of the Jia family and Yue Jin's family hang there, stop, the whole village, old and young, came to help my uncle and Lingling to be buried. And he was buried. A monument was also erected in front of the tomb of Uncle and Lingling.Blue Stone Monument.A marble tablet, engraved on the stone tablet is a line larger than the bowl: The tombs of Bo Dingliang and Zhu Yingtai Xia Lingling in Liangshan. When the stele was erected, all the people from Dingzhuang, Waizhuang, hundreds of people, and nearly two hundred people applauded in front of the grave.The applause was like the thunder of the Waking of Insects under the sunlight in February. Like winter and spring, when the dragon raises its head, the thunder of waking up will sound.