Druid's Country Retirement

Chapter 187 Customs
Play to play, trouble to trouble!
Li Hongbing, the new speaker of the Li family, and his family, Shan Xing and Blind, warmly welcome the arrival of the old Li family members. As for Anna, she is a little traitor who repeatedly jumps between the two families and can be ignored.

Visiting the dismantled old house, the father and mother were not in a good mood. After all, this house is also the home of the two elders. Out of sight and out of mind, they decided to go to Defa's house to mourn.

Since Anna was too young to participate in funerals, she was left at home to be taken care of by Shan Xing.

Li Hongbing borrowed a few workers from Sun Qiang to help lay the wreaths, and came to the crowd who had already prepared the blowing team.

"Grandpa, blow it up."

Several team leaders raised their suonas to start the tune with great sadness, and the blowers behind them beat hard, playing gongs, drums, sheng, clappers, and cymbals, making a sound.

The old man watched the grand scene speechlessly.

It's just a filial piety, those who don't know think they are going to be buried.

According to the customs in the forest area, the master who hangs the filial piety walks in front, followed by the wreath holding, and then the blowing team.

The team walked towards the village in a mighty way, and the sound of woo-woo-wa-wah loudspeakers pierced the sky, scaring the birds to flee in panic.

When they were approaching the entrance of the village, the team stopped. Li Hongbing took out a string of short whips, lit them with a cigarette end, and threw them into the distance.

Crackling!

After the firecrackers sounded, the team moved forward again, and every once in a while, they stopped again, set off firecrackers, and continued to move forward.

When villagers met this team on the road, they all had expressions on their faces.

Be nice!

Only Lao Li's family can do this with a team of dozens of people.

It seems that Uncle Hongbing really wants to support Defa.

The procession stopped again at the entrance of the alley of Defajia. Li Hongbing lit a string of long firecrackers to notify the mourner's family that the elders had come to mourn.

Zhike who heard the sound of firecrackers immediately ordered a string of welcome whips, and arranged for his filial sons and grandsons to go out and kneel to welcome them.

These customs were told to Li Hongbing by his father on the road. Since he wants to take root in Caogou Village, he must understand the rural customs, don’t be like a dud, and make people laugh for nothing.

Crackling!

With the sound of a string of long whips coming from the alley, followed by the sound of suona and gong, the flute team of the bereaved master's family came out to greet them.

Li Hongbing's flute team immediately changed the tune, playing the same tune as the bereaved master's flute team.

Zhike walked quickly to the entrance of the alley, stopped more than ten meters away from Li Hongbing's team, shook his long coat, clasped his fists with both hands and raised his right shoulder, and sang.

"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. The deceased will not return to his hometown once he is gone. Please visit your neighbors, relatives and friends, and stay up late for the night. Dare to ask which family mourns."

The old man took a step forward with a serious face, clasped his hands over his left shoulder, and sang back.

"In an auspicious place where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, I kneel in front of the coffin and offer three sticks of incense. I will go to the earth to put my body in peace. Baishan should be filial piety first. Li Guoqing in Caogou, together with his wife Li Zhangyunhua and son Li Hongbing, send Li Shanlan's family westward."

"Good!" Zhike yelled, retracted his fist, stood back, and sang again, "Thank you to the Li family for their kindness and generosity. Today, three people came to mourn the funeral. The deep gratitude to the filial family will never be forgotten. The filial sons and virtuous grandchildren come out and kneel!"

The singing voice did not fall.

Defa came out in filial piety with his mother-in-law and children, and knelt in front of his father, bang bang bang.

Zhike sang again, "There are four prostrations before Li Yingling, and there is one more prostration to wait for the incense to be burned."

The old man took Li Hongbing as an elder, and he only needed to step forward, cup his fists and bow slightly to return the salute.

"After the ceremony, welcome the guests! The filial sons and grandchildren retire!"

Zhike led the three of Defa's family back to the side of the road, bowed.

Li Hongbing quickly raised his hand, and the flute team behind the team began to play again, and the team moved forward slowly.

At this time, there were already villagers waiting in the coffin shed, and the moment they saw the team appear, they couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

Unexpectedly, the pilgrimage team led by Uncle Hong Bing was so big. Surprised, the villagers rushed forward, took the wreaths, and welcomed the filial piety men and the Chuila team into the coffin shed.

Those who smoke smoke, those who send water send water.

The scene at the entrance of the alley is the etiquette of showing filial piety to the elders, and it will not be so cumbersome after the greeting.

The father took his mother and Li Hongbing into the mourning hall. Since the two elders are the elders of Aunt Shanlan, there is no need to kneel down, just squat down and burn the paper. In turn, Li Hongbing is the same generation, and he kneels on one knee to burn the paper. Finally, the blind man is the junior, who wants to burn paper on both knees. Kneel down.

After burning the paper, the old man exited the mourning hall and passed by the father and son of Decai who were kneeling at the entrance of the mourning hall, with anger in their eyes.

On the way over, Li Hongbing explained the matter to him, and his father was not angry, but praised his son's decision very much.

In the early years, this kind of white-eyed wolf was killed and thrown into the cesspit.

Then it's much easier.

The music team brought along will stay at Defa's house and play for three days, until the burial is considered over.

After leaving the mourning hall, my father went to silk gold.

There are also rules for this silk gold, which can only be in odd numbers, not even numbers. As the saying goes, blessings are unparalleled, misfortunes never come singly, misfortunes only happen once.

Put the money in a white paper bag and pass it to the accountant. Li Chunsheng took the white bag, opened it, took out the money, wrote down the amount in the ledger, and sang, "Li's National Day in Caogou Village, silk gold 1001 yuan. "

The villagers who came to report the funeral nodded secretly when they heard the amount.

The National Day Lord is the National Day Lord, and he is generous.

Randomly, Li Hongbing also took out a white bag and handed it to Li Chunsheng. Li Chunsheng was stunned, looking up at Li Hongbing with doubts in his eyes.

The National Day Lord gave silk gold, so how could Uncle Hong Bing also get one, and there is no separation, so he can still give gifts like this.

Li Hongbing stared, and said in a low voice, "Quickly put it away, what are you talking about!"

Got it!
The village tyrant is mighty and can't be offended.

Li Chunsheng reluctantly took the white bag, opened it and counted the money, and sang while keeping accounts, "Caogou Li's Red Army, silk gold 901 yuan."

Then came the blind man, who also took out a white bag, and Li Chunsheng was speechless.

What kind of fun are you joining in? You have no age, no children, and you are not married. What kind of silk money is paid, how do you keep it accounted for?

"Caogou Li's Ansheng." The blind man said the name coldly.

Ah!
Li Chunsheng asked suspiciously.

"Who is Li Ansheng?"

The village has never heard of this person?
Could it be the villagers who went out in the early years?
It was almost time to eat, Li Hongbing urged impatiently, "Please, Li Ansheng is blind, and the blind is Li Ansheng."

Ahh!

Li Chunsheng was completely confused.

Does the blind man have a name?

Still surnamed Li.

"Looking at your hard work, you deserve to be a village accountant for the rest of your life." Li Hongbing opened the white bag directly, and wrote and sang on the account book after counting the money, "Li's Ansheng in Caogou, the silk gold is 501 yuan."

This is a singing ceremony.

The villagers in the coffin shed all looked blankly, turned their heads and looked around, looking for that person named Li Ansheng.

However, the bookkeeping is not over yet.

The silly boy ran to the table, and also took out a crumpled envelope made of white paper from his pocket.

"Where did you get the money?" Li Hongbing asked with a smile.

The silly baby twitched a bit, "Grandpa, you gave it to me, and the silly baby has never had any flowers."

It seems there is such a thing.

Li Hongbing opened the white bag, and there was a stack of money stuffed inside, some whole and some zero, totaling 156 yuan. He took out five yuan and threw it to the silly boy, picked up a pen and wrote down the amount on the ledger.

"Caogou Li's Angang, silk gold 151 yuan."

This time the villagers all knew that Li Ansheng and Li Angang were blind and foolish.

Unexpectedly, two poor children who ate hundreds of meals would take the surname of Uncle Hong Bing.

"Chuang, serve the food."

A villager who helped the kitchen came out of the kitchen holding a square plate.

There was a sound of breaking through, which meant that it was time to sit down and eat.

The Baishi seats are running water seats, and there are seven people in one seat. The food is served when the seats are full, and the seats are left immediately after eating, and then the next wave continues to serve new seats until no one is seated.

Generally, there are four seats a day, one in the morning, one in the middle of the night, and one at twelve in the morning.

"Let's go, eat."

Seeing his father and mother already sitting at the table, Li Hongbing threw the pen to Li Chunsheng, leaving room for them.

Sitting on the mat, Li Hongbing found that Shawa didn't follow, but went to squat outside the coffin shed alone, and his father frowned when he saw it, and shouted.

"Silly boy, come over for dinner."

Sha Wa shook his head, moved a stool from the coffin shed and placed it in front of him.

"I..." The father was a little annoyed, but he was held back by his son just as he got up.

Li Hongbing shook his head.

"Father, don't worry about him, you don't understand."

And what I don't understand?
The old man laughed angrily, suddenly remembered something, his expression changed suddenly, he sighed and sat back in his chair.

at this time.

A helper walked up to the silly boy with a square plate, took a few dishes from the wooden square plate without shouting, put them on the stool, and put them on the ground if they couldn't fit.

The silly boy didn't dislike it either. He got up and went to the wooden bucket, picked up a basin for washing vegetables, filled half of the basin with rice, returned to the stool and poured all the vegetables into the basin.
I buried my head and gobbled it up.

In the custom of seating in the forest area, there is a saying that there are nine meals for birthday banquets, eight meals for wedding banquets, and seven meals for funeral banquets.

Shoushi Shijiu means that there must be nine dishes in the feast, among which "nine" is the same as "jiu", which means long and long, and is a symbol of longevity.

On the other hand, "ten" and "death" are homophonic, so people will be taboo and think it is unlucky, and the whole birthday should be held one year in advance. homophonic.

Since ancient times, people have preferred "even numbers", especially the number eight, because eight represents "hair", which is particularly auspicious.

Most wedding banquets will choose eight cold and eight hot dishes, with sixteen dishes, which means "to get rich soon" for the couple, and for the guests, it means "eat eight at the wedding banquet, and everyone will get rich".

Funeral banquet Pinqi means that a person’s life is what people look forward to from the moment of birth to the end of life. When the ancestors pass away, the future generations will also hold funeral banquets, and the “Pinqi” in this sentence , refers to seven cold dishes.

The "seven" in the words represents "go", so the mood of the host is relatively sad, so the general dishes are not very rich, and the guests will understand this.The "taste" is the feelings, and the "taste" is the memory.

Li Hongbing's table was served soon, seven cold dishes.

Cold bean sprouts, cold tofu, fried oil fruit, these are cold dishes.

Braised chicken nuggets, braised pork with preserved vegetables, fried fish nuggets, stewed mutton with radish, although these dishes are not cold, they are also slightly warmer than cold, and the mouth is burnt with oil.

Originally, the temperature was low at night, facing these lukewarm meat dishes, Dad, Mom, and Li Hongbing really couldn't eat, and the chopsticks went straight to the cold dishes.

On the other hand, the table next door tasted very happy, and the cups were exchanged. The meat dishes were all on CD-ROM, and no one touched the cold dishes.

The old man put down his chopsticks and tasted the seventh grade. He couldn't stay up all night when he was too old, and he would feel sleepy when the time came.

"San'er, you demolished the house, where will I live with your mother at night?"

"It's been arranged early. Your two elders will go to the infirmary to sleep. I will ask Shan Xing to make up the beds and let the blind man accompany you there."

Li Hongbing also put down his chopsticks, took out the key and put it on the table.

After Wu Guohua moved out of the infirmary, the side room was vacant. Knowing that the second elder was coming back to mourn, he cleaned up the room in advance.

"Infirmary? The place where your grandfather sits? You don't need to lead the way. I know where it is. Now there are street lights in the village. It's just a matter of time to take a walk with your mother to digest food. You can sit here and help me if you can help me."

Picking up the keys on the table, Dad and Mom got up and sat down.

The blind man also left alone after eating. There must be people in the old house, especially in the backyard where there are a lot of rare medicinal herbs.

Seeing that Lord Guoqing was about to leave, Zhike immediately notified Defa, and the family rushed out to see the guests off, and they went all the way to the alley before returning.

Li Hongbing followed suit and walked to the corner of the coffin shed, where a brazier was set up. The villagers who had finished eating were too old to stay up late, so they went back to rest early. , while chatting by the fire.

After all, the evening entertainment activities in the village are very scarce, and there is nothing else to do except create human beings. Now there are cigarettes, wine, chatting, laughing, and listening to music, so it is rare to relax.

Seeing the village tyrant approaching, the villagers quickly gave up their seats. Li Hongbing took out a cigarette and scattered it around, and the villagers also started talking.

"Uncle Hongbing, you are so proud, please so many bragging crews, that bald head is the big head of Liu from Shilipu, his price is not cheap."

"Uncle Hongbing, do you still need workers in your family? How about I go and work for a few days?"

"Uncle Hongbing, the house where Decai barged in is not easy to mess with. You should be more careful when you go back to town."

Everyone chattered to talk to him because they liked his frightening financial resources and said that he was domineering, and he would be tough when he went out after making some connections.

In this regard, Li Hongbing knows that this is the case in this rural area, but there is no evil intention.

So he completely let go, and talked about the feasting and feasting in Mingzhu City with them. Everyone who listened was elated and their eyes lit up.

Chatting and chatting, Li Hongbing got hungry, got up and ran to the backyard to bring back a pot of Youguo.

Youguo is noodles kneaded into strips and fried in a pan to form strips of pasta, similar to fried dough sticks.

Li Hongbing found a wooden stick, put oily fruits on it, and roasted it on the fire.

The hot charcoal fire roasted the oil in the oily fruit, sizzling, and exuded the smell of oil burnt, which attracted other villagers to be greedy. They found sticks and roasted the oily fruit together. Some villagers didn't like the oily fruit, so they Find potatoes, sweet potatoes, and bury them in carbon ash.

After taking a bite of the crispy Youguo, Li Hongbing turned his head and shouted to the Chuila team.

"Old Liu, change the tune."

"Okay."

Liu Bantou's suona sound changed to a cheerful tune.

This is not disrespect for funerals. At night, except for the Chulaban in the mourning hall, they can only play dirges, and the Chulaban outside can play whatever music they want, no matter how lively they are.

In some places, beauties will be invited to perform on stage for funeral errands, especially after twelve o'clock, when men are most looking forward to hot events.

Before I knew it, it was twelve o'clock, and the banquet was about to start again.

Li Hongbing couldn't eat anything anymore. Today's task for Defa's platform was successfully completed, and he made an appointment with Zhike to go up the mountain the day after tomorrow, so he found a reason to leave.

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(End of this chapter)