Druid's Country Retirement

Doubts were seen in the eyes of Dad and Ou.

Li Hongbing raised the corners of his mouth and stepped forward to explain the reason to the two of them.

Perhaps fearing that Li Hongbing would add fuel to the fire, Shi Yuanwei hurriedly got in front and bowed again.

"Ou Lao, this time I brought the sincerity and prayers of the Ishihara family and traveled thousands of miles to the Northern Province, praying to bring home the remains of my grandfather."

"To this end, the Ishihara family is willing to invest in building a modern vegetable processing plant worth one billion in Northern Province. This is only an initial investment and will be increased in the future."

Say yes quickly.

They will definitely agree.

Shi Yuanwei bowed with a smile of success on his face.

A moment passed.

Ou Lao's voice rang in his ears.

"Mr. Ishihara, Northern Province welcomes you to invest. I will arrange business personnel to contact you."

what!
I knew it.

Yanren will definitely agree.

Shi Yuanwei straightened up, his pride almost written on his face.

It's a pity that he didn't understand Yan Ren's art of speaking. Often what he says sounds good at the beginning, but there will be something wrong later.

After all, when an international friend asked for help, even though it was a small day and out of humanitarian reasons, Mr. Ou still asked seriously.

"Where are your grandfather's remains?"

"Ah, it's buried in that stone tomb!" Wei Shiyuan, who looked excited, raised his hand and pointed to the dismantled stone tomb.

Mr. Ou and his father were stunned on the spot.

Inside the stone tomb! !

Could it be said that this young grandfather was one of the seventy-two heroes?

Dad's curiosity was aroused, "Later, who is your grandfather? From that village? Why haven't I heard my father mention this? Maybe I saw him when I was a child?"

Shi Yuanwei looked at his father suspiciously.

Do you think this old man is stupid?

It’s been nearly a few decades since my grandfather passed away. Are you here to mock me?

Listening to the conversation between the two parties, Li Hongbing couldn't stand it anymore, and Han said, "Dad, his grandfather is the one who killed and did... the little people in Songbai Town."

What!
Your grandfather was killed by my father when he was little.

Dad almost jumped three feet high. Well, the enemy came to the door.

Ishihara Wei quickly bowed, "No, no, our Ishihara family is not here for revenge. We only hope to bring my grandfather's remains back home for burial, please!"

After bowing this time, Dad and Ou Lao took a step aside in unison. At the same time, Ou Lao was reserved for a moment and spoke implicitly.

"Mr. Ishihara, your grandfather is an issue left over from history. I personally express my sympathy and regret. However, since it is an issue left over from history, it should be left to history to solve. Please understand."

Nani?

Shi Yuanwei stood up and carefully tasted what Ou Lao said. Each sentence can be understood separately, but together.

What do you mean?
Are the problems left over by history left to history to solve?
Do you think the benefits are not enough?
"Mr. Ou, the Ishihara family is very sincere and guarantees that within the next ten years, the Ishihara family can continue to invest in Northern Province and even sign investment contracts."

investment!

Your investment is bigger than my godson's investment.

How can the Ishihara family that I have never heard of compare to the Oak Company?
Even if I am an old fool, I can still tell the difference between big and small kings.

For the sake of your little life, let your godson suffer.

It doesn't matter whether it's emotion or reason.

Moreover, you have done so many immoral things in your childhood, and you deserve to be pinned down there. If there weren't so many people present, I would have wanted to go up and pee.

As a person who has lived through the war years, Mr. Ou has an inextricable blood feud for his childhood.

If I were not an official, it would be disrespectful to my ancestors if I could listen to him even more.

"Okay, having said that, we have to continue with the farewell ceremony." Ou Lao waved his hands, unwilling to dwell on this topic any longer.

"Ou" Shi Yuanwei looked pale and wanted to fight for it again.

Seeing this, Li Hongbing kindly stepped forward and pulled him away, reminding him in a low voice, "Mr. Ishihara, your identity is a bit sensitive now. It's best not to talk anymore. Someone has already discovered your identity. This is very dangerous. People in the mountains are rough. If I really want to burn you in the fire, I can't stop you by myself."

As he spoke, he used his chin to rush towards the village chiefs who were pointing in this direction not far away.

Shi Yuanwei turned his head, as if he saw a series of ferocious and terrifying faces, rushing towards him with a torch, and immediately hid behind Li Hongbing in fear.

It was more important to save his own life than to preserve his grandfather's remains.

Otherwise, the next time someone from the family comes, they will bring back two remains.

at this time.

A gong sounded, and the gang leader shouted loudly.

"Relatives and dependents, please go down to the well."

The grave pit is also called a gold well. After the death of an elderly person in rural areas, a gold well is dug.

To put it simply, digging a gold well means that the person who chooses to be buried digs a pit to bury the coffin in a piece of land chosen for the deceased loved one.

The reason why it is said to be a gold well is not because there is any real treasure, but rather a way of saying that the people in rural areas are auspicious. It is auspicious and hopes that the living will be healthy and the deceased will die peacefully.

The coffin is placed in the tomb, commonly known as going down the well.

Hearing the shouts, the funeral procession knew the coffin was ready for burial.

The person in charge of the ceremony quickly brought out the tributes, including a bowl of grains, an incense burner, some incense, fresh fruits, and pastries. In the old style, a full bowl of rice was also offered, with a pair of chopsticks on it, and a big steamed bun.

The two Luo brothers, Li Hongbing, and two brothers-in-law knelt aside, kowtowed and burned paper.

"Get up!" followed Gangzi's first call.

The heavy coffin was carried step by step by the pole bearers to the entrance of the tomb. At this time, two temporary wooden frames were erected with old dragon poles beside the tomb.

Gang Zitou stood at the entrance of the tomb with a cautious expression, simulating the angle of entering the tomb.

The entrance of the tomb hole is flush with the ground, and the tunnel is vertical. The coffin can only be placed vertically, and the coffin cannot be damaged by external forces in the middle.

It sounds simple but is not a hassle to operate.

First, determine the direction of the big head of the coffin into the hole, use the wooden frame to tie the coffin, and use the pulley to slowly send the coffin into the tomb passage.

According to Mr. Shan, there is a large space in the tomb chamber after passing through the tomb. This means that after the coffin passes through the tomb passage, the coffin must be straightened in mid-air, and then the balance must be adjusted through the front and rear ropes, and the coffin must be slowly and steadily dropped into the tomb chamber. ground.

On the high platform, two long dragons tightly pulled the hemp ropes as thick as children's arms. People raised their ears and stared at the pole head standing on the wooden frame to give instructions.

"Squat down a little in front."

"The people behind are tightening their grip."

"Let it go, let it go, stop in front, let it go behind, let it go, stop!"

"Okay, now look at my gong hammer from both ends. The gong hammer is spinning in a circle and you put the rope down at the same time. When the gong hammer stops, you stop!"

"Put it down, let it go, wait. Go back and collect it, stop!"

In this way, under the command of Gangzitou, the two hemp ropes were slowly released by the funeral procession. When the two teams suddenly felt that the ropes became loose.

"Okay! Fall into the well, set off the cannon, and play music!!" Gangzitou banged the gong hard and shouted at the top of his lungs. He sat exhausted on the wooden frame, his clothes soaked with sweat.

As bursts of mourning and music sounded.

Strings of firecrackers spread on the ground crackled and ignited. The loud noise made when the firecrackers exploded made people cover their ears. Sparks flew everywhere and smoke filled the air, instantly flooding the high platform. When the smoke cleared, Gangzitou called for people to seal the coffin and cover it with earth.

The mountain residents re-covered the tomb hole with bluestone slabs, specially sealed the slabs with prepared cement, and then rebuilt them with bluestone blocks.

Uncle Luo is the last of the Seventy-Two Heroes. His return means that the stone tomb will never be opened again from today on.

Master Shan walked to the tombstone and gently erased the only name on the tombstone that was covered with yellow mud.

[Luo Mazi] 12 years old, from Shilipu, Songbai Town, killed one bandit.

So far, great perfection.

Even though Shi Yuanwei was reluctant in every possible way, he saw the tomb being closed bit by bit, but he had no choice but to do so. The mission entrusted to him by the family was destined to be impossible to complete.

Perhaps, my grandfather was destined to stay here and apologize for the sins he had done.

One thought leads to enlightenment.

Shi Yuanwei felt suddenly enlightened.

During this period, my grandfather's affairs confused my mind, causing another extremely important matter to stagnate.

Wait until the dolmens are restored to their original state.

Mr. Ou was the first to go to the tombstone and bowed deeply three times to it. Then came the concierges from the city, town, and villages, who lined up neatly and walked towards the tombstone one by one, bowing deeply with reverence. After bowing, the whole process was quiet and solemn, full of respect for the seventy-two heroes.

Li Hongbing looked at the scene in front of him.

It's a pity that the season is wrong and we didn't prepare any flowers. Otherwise, grandpa and Uncle Mazi would be happy if there were piles of flowers on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly a light flashed in my mind.

Secretly gather the original power in the palm of your hand and let the smell of the original power spread out.

While the concierges were paying homage to the tomb in an orderly manner, someone looked up at the sky, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Look, what's in the sky!"

Accompanied by shouts.

The concierges in line looked to the sky.

A crisp bird song broke the tranquility, and then, various colorful birds flew towards the high platform from all directions. They spread their wings and formed a beautiful scenery above the high platform.

For a moment, the sky was full of life and vitality, and the chirping of birds and the flapping of their wings were intertwined.

At this moment, an unusually handsome brown goshawk rushed out from the flock of birds, flapping its broad wings and hovering over the stone tomb. Its wings shone with majesty in the sunlight, and every time it flapped its wings, it was filled with excitement. With an unparalleled power and majesty.

call out! !

A loud scream.

The birds followed behind the goshawk and turned into a colorful dragon, circling around the tombstone.

"A hundred birds are in auspiciousness in front of the tomb, and a hundred generations will be worthy of you." Mr. Luo walked out from the crowd on crutches, muttering, "These are the heroes who are blessing us. Kneel down quickly to thank us. Kneel down." ah!"

As he spoke, Mr. Luo threw away his crutch and kowtowed to the tombstone of the seventy-two heroes.

Superstitious?
Who has ever seen so many birds appear on graves, and they appear during burials.

Moreover, his elders are also buried in this tomb.

Hundreds of birds appear auspicious in front of the tomb, and all the generations behind you will be worthy.

This is the ancestors protecting themselves.

Villagers from all over the country knelt down and kowtowed to the tombstone.

Even Ou Lao, who never believed in ghosts and gods, looked at the birds in the sky and exclaimed, "This is the so-called good omen."

Li Hongbing, who was standing nearby, secretly pouted.

I don't know if it's a good omen or not, but I know it feels uncomfortable to have your original power drained away.

Without the attraction of the original power, the birds gradually dispersed. Only the brown-feathered goshawk landed on the stone monument, quietly overlooking everything around it. Its eyes were sharp and majestic, as if it was guarding the stone tomb.

Li Hongbing knew this goshawk.

She is Bai Zui’s wife.

This love that spanned species could not reach its end in the end, otherwise the goshawk would not have appeared alone in Qinglong Village a hundred miles away.

Judging from the feathers, it should be doing well and shiny.

Li Hongbing didn't come forward to say hello. He just saw the goshawk as soon as a hundred birds appeared in auspiciousness. This was not to cause trouble for himself and let others gossip.

The villagers who came to pay their respects fell into excited discussions.

Unexpectedly, when sending Uncle Luo to be buried, he would encounter hundreds of birds showing good luck and receive blessings from his ancestors.

In future festivals, everyone in the house must be brought to pay homage to the ancestors.

As the worship comes to an end.

The concierges left Qinglong Village one after another, and the noisy village gradually calmed down.

Mr. Ou went back to Caogou Village first, and the Luo brothers returned to Shilipu with the villagers who helped them. Finally, they had to treat the villagers to a thank-you banquet, so that the funeral could be concluded.

Dad, Li Hongbing, and two brothers-in-law stayed in Qinglong Village to persuade Shan Ye again.

"Brother Shan, Qinglong Village will be a patriotic education base from now on. You don't need to guard the stone tomb anymore. Come back to Caogou Village with me."

"That's right, Master Shan, let the mountain people go down the mountain together. When you return to Caogou Village, I will help you settle down and allocate homesteads, so you don't have to live a hard life in the future."

Master Shan looked at the father and son with a smile, and waved his hands in a calm and free tone.

"I find it noisy when there are so many people. It's nice to live on the mountain. It's clean and comfortable. The Red Soldiers have planted so many fruit trees and they need someone to take care of them. Tieniu and the others want to go down the mountain. I won't stop them. Don't try to persuade me either. I'll do it." I plan to live in Qinglong Village and be buried next to the stone tomb when I die."

Hey!
Shan Ye is just like Grandpa (Dad), he has a stubborn temper and can't pull back even ten cows.

After their persuasion failed, the father and son sighed helplessly and secretly complained in their hearts.

"Okay, the sun is going down. You should go back to the village quickly. It's not easy to walk at night." Master Shan felt like he was in a mirror. He saw Tieniu walking over carrying a woven bag. "There's not much good stuff on the mountain either. I dug some wild yams and took them back to Yunhua, Shanxing and the children to replenish their health."

Farewell to the mountain master and all the mountain people.

The old Li family returned to Caogou Village without stopping, and it was already dark when they arrived in the village.

Haven't left home for two days.

As soon as they entered the house, they were each grabbed by the woman who stayed at home and asked questions.

My father and two brothers-in-law were very tired. If they were in the mood to tell a story, they simply handed over this task to Li Hongbing, got into the house and fell asleep.

Looking at the four women with twinkling gossip eyes.

Li Hongbing sighed silently, sat on the edge of the brazier, and began to tell what happened at the funeral.

The funeral procession of thousands of people slapped the elders in the face and carried the coffin for more than 30 miles. When they went down into the well, hundreds of birds showed their auspiciousness!

The eyes of the four women shone brightly when they heard this.

"San'er, do you think the stone tomb can really protect people?" At my mother's age, superstition is at its peak. When I heard the birds worshiping the stone tomb in the sky, I had little thoughts in my heart.

Li Hongbing said vaguely, "Probably, that's what the old man said anyway. Besides, Grandpa is buried in the stone tomb, which will definitely bless the Li family."

"Yeah! Why don't we go to Qinglong Village and burn paper for your grandfather so that he can bless his three grandchildren."

The mother turned to look at her daughter and daughter-in-law.

"Okay, I'll drive and let the gentlemen guard the house!" The second sister immediately supported my mother's decision.

Li Hongbing was dumbfounded, "No, you just went to Qinglong Village a few days ago!"

"You know what the heck, last time I went to see Brother Shanzi, this time I went to see your father!" Mom rolled her eyes and got up with her daughter and daughter-in-law to prepare things for tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)