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Chapter 380 Stockade
In the early morning, it was slightly cold and the dew was heavy, and the corners of Qingniu village were covered with green moss.

In a small wooden hut in the northwest corner of Qingniu Village, a boy of sixteen or seventeen was wearing a leather jacket, his face was flushed, and he was lying on a wooden bed trembling. Thin straw.

"Has Shanwazi woke up? Mr. Yu came in?"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a white-haired but strong old man walked in with a bowl of medicine.

Seeing the boy's template, the old man couldn't help but frowned, and couldn't help speeding up his movements a little. He casually put the bowl on the bedside and put his right hand on the boy's head.

"It's so hot!"

It's only been one night, but it's so hot? !

It seems that Shanwazi is in danger this time.

Such a good child, but his life is not good.

The mother died of dystocia, and the father disappeared from hunting. A child who grew up eating a lot of food, and finally became an adult, got a serious disease and died soon. What a poor child.

The old man sighed. Although he had seen such a thing before, every time he encountered it, he still felt very uncomfortable.

Although the old man judged that the young man would not survive, the medicine was all fried and there was no reason to throw it away. The dead horse was regarded as a living horse doctor. The old man raised the young man's head slightly and fed the medicine to the young man spoon by spoon.

"Shanwazi, whether you can live or not depends on your luck."

This world is like this, people are too fragile.

If you get sick, you can live if your life is hard, but if your life is weak, you can only die.

Everything is fate.

The old man sighed again, glanced at the boy one last time, and left the cabin with an empty bowl.

Outside the door, a young man was waiting there anxiously, looking into the room from time to time, and seeing the old man coming out, he hurried forward and asked, "Gong Yu, how is Brother Shan? Are you feeling better?"

The old man shook his head, looked back at the cabin again, and said, "It looks like it's going to die, let's prepare for the mountain burial."

After hearing this, the boy was stunned for a long time, and then he muttered to himself: "Brother Shan, Brother Shan, he fell into the water to save me. I, I... was fine the day before yesterday, why did I fall ill yesterday? It won't work today, this, this..."

The old man glanced at the young man and said: "This is fate. Didn't you also fall into the water? You were fine, but Shanwazi fell ill. This is all fate! This is Shanwazi's bad fate, because he didn't have that fate." , don't blame yourself too much."

It's easy to say, but, it's a life, it's the life of a fellow countryman, or the life of a person who got sick and died just to save him, how can it be as if nothing happened?

The old man has seen such a person before, and he knows that it is useless to say anything now, and if he talks too much, he will be unwelcome for no reason, so he didn't say anything more, just shook his head, sighed, and left.

He did everything he could do, and left the rest to fate.

The old man walked a few steps, turned a corner, and saw a majestic middle-aged man in a leather jacket standing there, obviously waiting for him, asking about Shanwazi's condition.

Seeing this person, the old man was not surprised and took it for granted.

The old man stepped forward and said, "Master of the village."

"Shanwazi, how's it going?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It's over, it's only a few hours away, let's prepare for the mountain burial." The old man said truthfully.

"Mountain burial..."

It is a custom here that after a person dies, he must be sent to a specific location on the mountain immediately.

This is a custom that has been passed down here for thousands of years.

In addition to mountain burials, there are also water burials and wooden burials.

Just look at the customs of various places.

Although Qingniu Village is next to the river and the mountains, it does mountain burials.

"Shanwazi's father and I had a lifelong friendship. Unexpectedly, Shanwazi saved Zhuzi's life again. Alas, I planned to..." The middle-aged man said with emotion while recalling.

It's just that I don't know what came to mind, the middle-aged man stopped when he had something to say, and said to the old man: "I see, thank you, Mr. Yu."

After the old man left, the middle-aged man stepped forward, patted the shoulder of the young man standing outside the door, and said, "Zhu Zi, let's go, and prepare for the mountain burial for you brother Shan."

After so many years of inheritance, mountain burials have long had their own set of etiquette norms.

"No, Brother Shan is not dead, not dead!"

The middle-aged man patted the young man on the shoulder heavily, leading him to look at him, and said solemnly: "Look at me, child, Shanwazi has no father, brother or children, he only has you as a friend, you must be his friend." We can't let him leave in such a disgraceful way when we arrange the mountain burial."

"But, but... yes..." The boy finally chose to follow his father's suggestion.

For the dignity of the mountain burial, it is indeed necessary to make preparations earlier. The mountain burial must start immediately after death. Time is tight and there are many processes. It is impossible not to prepare in advance.

Born and raised here, although Zhuzi knows the general idea, he doesn't know the specific process.

"Father, what should I do?"

"First go to the Huanhe River next to the stockade to fetch a few buckets of water, then boil it, mix twice the amount of water, and pour them into the clean pool together, then put the mountain baby into it for cleaning.

"A mountain burial requires at least two people, you need to find another person, and at the same time someone is responsible for collecting fresh grass and wooden branches, and using the wooden branches to make a stretcher for two people to carry.

"After the mountain baby is cleaned, it is placed on a stretcher covered with grass, and then the villagers in the village will each send a flower to cover him.

"And then, the two of you will send Shanwazi into the mountain and place him on the funeral altar."

Speaking of this, the village master's expression became very serious, staring at the young man's eyes, and urged: "Remember, no matter what you see when you arrive at the funeral altar, don't make a fuss, keep quiet, and put Shanwazi away." After you are done, leave immediately without looking back, and when you come back safely, I will ring the death knell and complete the entire funeral, understand?"

Zhu Zi nodded solemnly.

This is the last thing he can do for Brother Shan. It is related to Shanwazi's final dignity.

With such thoughts in mind, Zhuzi followed his father and left the cabin where Brother Shan lived.

Father has something to do, so he left first, leaving Zhuzi alone.

"I still need to find someone else, who should I find?"

Zhuzi was thinking about the candidates, one by one, they were skipped from his mind, and the number kept decreasing. Finally, when there were only two or three candidates left, Zhuzi had a choice.

Since there is a lot of preparatory work required to be decent, it is natural that serious and responsible talents are required.

Only those who have a good relationship with Brother Shan and those who care about him will be responsible for Brother Shan.

Just like him.

Daikon... seems like the perfect candidate.

(End of this chapter)