Chapter 113 mourning

Father Zhang had a funeral today, and all the brothers went to help, recording the funeral ceremony, arranging the banquet, and arranging for the coffin to be carried... The daughter-in-law of the Zhang family cried so badly, heart-wrenching, people were all sympathetic, and kept sighing, if there is a woman like this, what more can a husband ask for? Father Zhang was lying on the bed alone, with white beard and hair, dressed in a funeral uniform, silent, everything had nothing to do with him. Mr. Ge also rushed over, and he was the one who took care of the dead on Liangshan. Check the time, move the fairy body, and enter the coffin.

Cao Zheng took the initiative to buy the coffin. He has always been unreliable in his work. Zhang Shun didn't want to agree. There are no nails, no boards, no holes, and everything is alive. Everyone rushed to lift up Father Zhang, and slowly sent him out the door. Half of his body was out, and he was pushed back into the house by Mr. Ge, saying that the dead must go out with their feet forward, otherwise it is disrespectful to the deceased. People are hard to be at peace. There were too many people, and the room was not spacious, so it was not easy to turn around. After several times, he didn't turn around. Father Zhang even scratched off a piece of his scalp.

Lehe came up with an idea to put the old man upright first, then turn around and put him down, which is a good idea. Finally, he went out and got to the coffin. He put his feet into the coffin first, then his waist, and finally found that he couldn't put his head in. The coffin is fucking twenty centimeters shorter. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Mr. Ge has held countless funerals in his life, and he has encountered a lot in big winds and waves. He has seen corpse frauds and resurrected souls. This is the first time he has seen this situation. It would take a long time to get a coffin, and it was too late.

Mr. Ge finally said, curl up your legs, Mr. Zhang knows well and will understand our difficulties! It took a lot of effort to forcefully stuff it in, but a piece of Zhang's scalp was scraped off, his head was tilted to one side, his legs were curled up, and he was extremely embarrassed. The crowd carried the coffin to the halfway up the mountain, ready to be buried in the soil. Before being buried in the soil, they had to break the filial son basin, which had to be done by their own sons. A young offspring hugged the filial son's basin and did not let go, lying in front of the grave and crying so badly, with tears and snot so much that he couldn't pull it.

I got bored and asked Zhu Wu, who is this guy?Crying so badly?Could it be... Zhu Wu said that he didn't know him either, but the one who cried so badly probably wasn't his own son. Brother Zhang Shun was stunned, they didn't know this bird man, but seeing him crying so sadly, they also waited with restraint, who would have thought that this guy would cry endlessly, while crying and throwing himself on the coffin, everyone There is the strength to smash one's head to death in front of the grave. Zhang Shun got impatient and tugged at his arm, hey!Why!Why!Brother, it was my father who died.

The younger generation stopped crying, patted his buttocks and got up, handed the basin to Zhang Shun, and said that I was your soldier, called Yang Chun, Mu Yi Yang, Chun of Lichun, Yang Chun! Zhang Shun waved his hand, gritted his teeth and said, remember. Zhang Shun smashed the filial son basin, buried it, and filled it with soil. Father Zhang left, with great vigor and sorrow, King Chao Tian personally helped the coffin, Brother Song filled the soil with his own hands, Zhang Shun invited the theater troupe, and performed a big play for three days and three nights, beating gongs and drums. He became a well-known filial son.

Halfway up the mountain, a new grave stood there alone, with a jackdaw standing on a tree, occasionally croaking twice, the mountain wind was hunting, and the spirit-calling flags were whirring.