reborn peasant mother

Chapter 39

At the gate, Feng Yujiang saw a coffin facing the door of the main room, with an oil lamp lighting the bedside, and a curled up figure kneeling in front of the coffin, burning paper.

Feng Yujiang imitated the crying woman in the village and opened her mouth to cry——

"My good aunt, why did you go..."

The cry was particularly clear on the icy winter night. Dongzi's figure moved, and he immediately let go and cried.The villagers who helped him resettle him all dispersed now, and he didn't expect that there would still be people crying.

Feng Yujiang came to the coffin, knelt on the head of the bed according to the custom, and cried a few times, the more she thought about it, the sadder she became, she couldn't cry, but she couldn't stop her tears.

"Auntie, don't cry. My grandma knows that you are here to see her off, so she will leave at ease." Dongzi cried for a while and began to persuade her.

"Dongzi, when will I send your milk to the field?"

Dongzi said, "I can only turn 29 the day after tomorrow. People say I can't wait for the New Year."

"Just tomorrow, can you come over?"

Dongzi lowered his head and remained silent.

Feng Yujiang didn't need to think about what the child was worried about. The house was barren and there were two empty thatched mud houses. Suddenly, where would he find money for the funeral?

Feng Yujiang quietly took out 50 yuan and stuffed it into Dongzi's hand.Dongzi was startled, and subconsciously wanted to push it out.

"Hold it, it's my aunt who lent you the money. You don't need to talk to anyone about the money. Sooner or later, your son will get along well, and I will give you back whatever you want. Don't think about anything else, let's talk about sending your grandma to the ground first. "

Feng Yujiang quietly took out the money at home just now by changing into a cotton-padded jacket.Leaving aside everything else, she couldn't bear to watch the child get over this hurdle when he was older.

Dongzi's lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all.

Feng Yujiang cried again, turned her head to look at Dongzi's shrunken figure, and said, "Auntie has gone back. Go and put on all the clothes you can wear. The door is wide open, so don't freeze it again." gone."

After speaking, Feng Yujiang stood up and walked back into the cold night.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, the sound of whimpering suona rang out in the village.The local customs are very special, different from those in the south. Gongs and drums are played for happy events, and suona is played for funerals.This suona is called "Bajiangzi" by the locals.Dongzi hired a shed of craftsmen for his grandmother, bought a coffin made of poplar locust wood, and after noon on New Year's Eve, he put on the old pot in linen and filial piety, and hurriedly sent his grandmother to the ground.

Next, he had to open the door and guard the shed for his milk for seven days.The coffin shed means that after the old man dies and is buried, the first seven sons and grandsons will sleep in the room where the old man came out of the coffin, guarding the soul of the old man, and come home to have a look at any time.It is said that the spirits of the undead may come back and wander around during the May Seventh period. The doors cannot be completely closed within the Five Seventh Period, but there must be a gap. After the Fifth Seventh Grave, the soul of the old man will completely leave the world and never come back.

Feng Yujiang still couldn't let go.In the cold wind, the pots and stoves are cleared, the door is wide open, and the empty room is covered with wheat straw to sleep for seven nights. Even a good-looking strong man can't hold it!

She quietly commanded Shanzi, put the freshly steamed steamed buns in her bosom, and gave them to Dongzi twice.Zhong's mother didn't care, but Zhong Jipeng found out somehow.

"Female heart, what can you leave behind? Be careful that burning incense will attract ghosts."

Feng Yujiang said: "Who doesn't have any difficulties? This child grew up under my nose. I don't want to let anything go. I can't bear to watch him like this."

Zhong Jipeng said: "For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, his family will hold a funeral, so don't get involved. If Mom finds out, you'll have another scolding meal."

Feng Yujiang said with a smile: "When will you learn to help me hide it from your mother? There is progress."

"Improved? How about rewarding me?" Zhong Jipeng said, and put his hand under her quilt.Feng Yujiang kicked him through the quilt and said:
(End of this chapter)