Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

Chapter 112 Ashes mixed with feces

Because it was not a natural death, and there were not a large number of relatives who needed to come to express condolences.

Therefore, the funeral of this beautiful girl was kept simple, and she just wanted to be buried as soon as possible.

The burial place was chosen under a pear blossom tree in the back mountain. Xiaoling said that Yao Niang liked pear blossoms the most.

Buried here, you can feel the first fragrance when the flowers bloom every year.

The intoxicating breeze and the mountain scenery will be presented to her without reservation.

I used to be busy making a living and working hard every day.

There is little opportunity to stop and admire the sheer scenery.

Now that things have happened, it's time to stop and take a break.

Qiu Wanying bought a good coffin for Yao Niang. The person at the coffin shop said that this is what most ghosts like.

You lived a miserable life while you were alive, and you have to lie down more comfortably after you die.

When I paid, I also bought two large bags of gold ingots.

Burn to the ground, eat and drink when you should.

The originally solemn atmosphere became much more relaxed with everyone's company, and Xiaoling's heart no longer hurt so much.

She knelt down in front of the grave and said her final goodbyes.

"Auntie, Xiaoling wants to say goodbye to you. I think you can still hear me."

"If people really have a next life, I hope you can be reincarnated into a better family."

"You don't need to be rich, as long as your parents love you and you have enough food and clothing, that's fine."

"It's not bad if you turn into a kitten or puppy. You can go wherever you like, but you have to remember not to eat randomly."

"Or just be a gust of wind or a cloud. It will be better than your whole life."

Along with Xiaoling's babbled words, Jin Yuanbao's height continued to decrease.

Thousands of sorrows and longings are scattered in the mountains along with the burned incense ashes, until they completely dissipate in the sky.

Xiaoling stood up and pressed the small mound of soil to become stronger.

"Aniang, I will come to see you often from now on."

"If you miss me, remember to come and see me in your dreams."

Cheng Yingmei took a few steps forward, as if speaking to Yao Niang, and also to herself.

"Yao Niang, don't worry, I will help you take good care of Xiaoling."

"This child follows me. Although I can't afford a lot of money, I will do my best to make her life better."

"You can go in peace."

Cheng Yao and Qiu Wanying looked at each other and bowed to say goodbye.

Everything is arranged in detail here, but the treatment on the other side is not so good.

When Qiu Wanying paid for the coffin, Xiaoling specifically told her that she only needed to buy it for her mother-in-law.

Her bastard father doesn't deserve this good thing.

As for how to deal with it, of course it should be as simple as possible and as easy as possible to save money.

Xiaoling originally wanted to just throw him on the mountain and ignore him.

If you fail to fulfill your responsibilities as a father during your lifetime, you will naturally not be properly settled by your children after your death.

Not to mention that A Niang died tragically at his hands. Xiao Ling was so young that the most vicious punishment she could think of was to be thrown into the mountains and fed to wild animals.

However, as soon as this idea was raised, Cheng Yao gave the opposite suggestion.

The reason is actually very simple.

First of all, it is inappropriate from both a moral and legal perspective to throw away corpses at will. People occasionally come to this mountain to chop wood and pick mushrooms. If a corpse is discovered, it will be reported to the government. Cause trouble.

Secondly, corpses in the mountains will attract carrion-eating beasts. Once these beasts gather, they are likely to cause unnecessary trouble to the residents down the mountain.

Furthermore, if rotting corpses are not disposed of in time, they may cause diseases.

In short, even if you don't like Weng Danian, you can't just throw his body into the wilderness.

After hearing Cheng Yao's analysis, everyone felt that it made sense.However, if Weng Danian is buried alive, he can't let out a bad breath in his heart.

Xiaoling hated him so much now that she felt sick even taking one more look at him, let alone building a tomb and monument for him.

"Then what's the best way to deal with it?"

Cheng Yingmei saw Xiaoling's confused look and couldn't help but ask one more question for her.

Cheng Yao naturally had a countermeasure in advance, otherwise she would not have spoken casually.

"In my opinion, burning it directly is the cleanest thing."

"Nowadays, people are very particular about how people should be buried in peace after death. If Weng Danian was burned directly, to some extent, he might not be able to rest in peace."

"And cremation has many benefits, such as not occupying land and not consuming financial or material resources."

"If you feel that it is not enough to satisfy your hatred, you can mix the ashes with feces and it will be stink for thousands of years!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in admiration.

As for the solution, Cheng Yao has more.

Cheng Yao's suggestion was approved by everyone and passed unanimously.

If you have a good plan, you should implement it immediately.

They chose an open place, helped each other, and moved Weng Danian's body to the pile of firewood.

He took out the firewood and lit the hay and firewood underneath.

Sparks flew everywhere, and hot air waves rolled, illuminating everything around them.

The fire gave off a dazzling orange flame, like a ferocious beast, devouring everything.

Weng Danian's figure was gradually buried in the beating flames, and he could vaguely see a dirty soul rolling violently.

To be honest, the burning process was not too smooth.

A strange smell kept coming out during the process, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the air in the mountains circulates quickly, so it was barely dispersed.

But everyone is also an ordinary person who has not had much contact with matters of life and death. When they see this, they evacuate to farther places.

The flames burned continuously for a long time, and firewood was added several times during the process.

Finally, the huge figure shrank into a few pieces of charcoal.

Because I was too lazy to bother, I simply chose to mix it with the half-dried cow dung on the roadside, and then kicked it down the mountain stream.

There is a patch in the east and a patch in the west. I can't see the head or the feet.

When Xiaoling left, she led everyone back to the pear tree.

I originally thought that Xiaoling was reluctant to leave Yaoniang and wanted to come back and take another look.

But to everyone's surprise, Xiaoling found a handy tool and started digging nearby.

Until a small hole was dug and a small box was exposed.

He took out the box and opened it to see some copper coins and broken silver.

Xiaoling held the coins, walked up to Cheng Yingmei, and handed the box over.

"Aunt Cheng, this is the money Auntie and I saved together. You can take it."

Cheng Yingmei obviously didn't expect that this time would happen, so she quickly refused.

"No, no, no, Xiaoling, your mother-in-law kept this for you. You keep it yourself and don't give it to me."

"This is your own money, you have to keep it safe yourself."

But Xiaoling was unwilling to shrink her hand and persistently stuffed the box into Cheng Yingmei's arms.

"Aunt Cheng, take it. It will be a lot harder for you to have my mouth."

"You deserve these, don't refuse them anymore."

Cheng Yingmei looked at Cheng Yao with some embarrassment. After seeing that the other party also signaled her to accept, she no longer refused.

"Okay, Aunt Cheng will keep it for you first."

(End of this chapter)