Chapter 32 Chapter Thirty

Master Zhang Yao went outside, and Zhang Ziheng stood in the middle of the patio, staring at a whetstone buried on the steps in a daze.But Master Tuo was squatting at the gate, tilting his head and looking at the white fields outside. It was only when Zhang Yaoye shouted at Zhang Ziheng that Zhang Ziheng woke up from his daze. Master Tuo also stood up and limped after them. Zhang Yaoye walked in front and said: "I have to go to Yinniuchi to see it later." Zhang Ziheng said, "What are you going to see?" Zhang Yaoye said: "See if Master Tuo killed that boa constrictor yesterday. If it died, it should have floated in the pond today."

Zhang Ziheng said: "I will take people to see it later." Master Zhang Yao said: "Bury Zhang Ziyin first." "Where do you bury Ziyin?" "It's not buried in the mass graves on Wo Niu Mountain." "If you go to Luan Graves, you must bring a shotgun. There are wild dogs there, and they will eat people!" "Master Tuo is with us, I'm afraid of a bird!" "That's why you believe in this ugly monster?" "Don't speak so wickedly!" Master Zhang Yao warned Zhang Ziheng. The people in the village gathered outside the ancestral hall again, putting their hands in their sleeves and watching Zhang Yaoye and the others approaching.

Zhang Yaoye was sweating profusely while holding the porcelain altar, and someone suggested to Zhang Ziheng: "Ziheng, you are really, you are empty-handed and empty-handed, and you don't help Yaoye hold the jar." Zhang Ziyin said: "Yao Ye didn't hold it for me, like a baby, for fear that I might break it." Zhang Yaoye said: "It's not a baby. If you accidentally break it, there will be nothing to hold Ziyin. Ziyin has been hanging in the yard all night. In such a cold day, I don't know if Ziyin will Cry cold in the underworld." Immediately, someone said to Master Zhang Yao: "Master Yao, why did you say such scary things so early in the morning? You are still afraid."

Zhang Yaoye ignored the man's words, and said to everyone: "Why don't you sit in the ancestral hall? It's freezing outside, it's so cold." Everyone didn't answer. Zhang Ziheng said: "I'm afraid, otherwise I wouldn't have sat with my eyes open at the gate of the ancestral hall last night." Master Zhang Yao ignored him and asked Zhang Ziheng to call a few foolish boys into the courtyard of the ancestral hall. The ashes of Zhang Ziyin's burning had become colder and colder, and under the cold charcoal ash was Zhang Ziyin's ashes. Zhang Yaoye said to Zhang Ziheng: "Go and put the silver in the jar. I am his old life, so I won't clean up his bones. It is not a good thing for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person. Sigh!"

Zhang Ziheng said: "I'm afraid it's not complete, it's with charcoal." Zhang Yaoye said: "As much as you can put it in, it can only be interesting. Find a basket for charcoal, and then bury it in the pit together with the jar that holds it." As he said that, Zhang Yaoye looked at the century-old Podocarpus pine tree, and the piece of red silk that Grandma Zhang gave him fluttered gently in the cold wind.This reminded Zhang Yaoye of the situation when Grandma Zhang wore the red hijab and married him in an eight-carried sedan chair. Zhang Yaoye couldn't help showing a smile on his face.