Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao was led by the old Zhoutou and Qian Shi and stood at the front, and the Taoist Shouqing held the magic sword with a serious face, and said something in his mouth.

No matter if he can really bring his soul back, he is very dedicated anyway, Man Bao listened carefully and heard him muttering: "...So Zhou Yin and his wife died in the past, and they returned to their hometown to lead Guosheng without a place name. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to this...calling my soul back to my hometown, leading the fruit to ascend to an immortal early in the morning, and because of this, my cold soul turned into a Bibo immortal..."

Shouqing turned around gracefully, and stabbed his long sword forward, as if he was opening the way for the souls of the dead.

Old Zhou Tou and Qian Shi all looked at the Taoist priest with bright eyes, and Man Bao also looked at him with round eyes.

Daoist Shouqing let out a long breath, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat gracefully, and said, "The dead souls have returned, and we can go to the funeral."

Qian Shi suddenly burst into tears, turned around and threw himself on the coffin, slapped the coffin and cried, "Yin, Yin, why are you so cruel? You haven't come to see my sister-in-law for so many years. Shit and pee will pull you up, even if it's just a dream..."

The sweat that the Daoist Shouqing had just wiped off came out again.

Before Man Bao could talk to him, he was grabbed by Xiao Qian's, and he was dragged to the front with the big head, who was wearing a filial robe and holding a tablet, "The time is up, beat the flag and go to the funeral—"

Mrs. Feng and Mrs. He hurriedly stepped forward to help Mrs Qian, and all of a sudden they burst into tears. The long-disappeared Wuwu Lang and Saturday Lang anxiously got in and stood up with the coffin, also calling their uncle and auntie. wow wow cry.

Don't care if you can shed tears, it's okay to cry anyway.

But Mrs Qian was really crying, even the little Mrs Qian couldn't help wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, choked up and said some comforting words.

Old Zhoutou held the cigarette stick and walked at the front with red eyes. The sound of the suona sounded, and everyone followed the coffin all the way out of the village, crying loudly all the way.

But the people in the village were not really sad, but were happy. Zhou Yin's burial in an open and above manner, the big stone that was pressing on the hearts of many people in the village was moved to one side.

It was the old Zhou Tou and Qian Shi, although their eyes were red, but most of them were happy in their hearts.

Starting from today, when New Year's Day, Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and Chongyang Festival need to sacrifice their ancestors, they can give Zhou Yin and his wife a bouquet of incense and a sumptuous meal in an upright manner, instead of being secretive as before. Putting three sticks of incense sticks in front of their graves, and even weeding the graves, they have to find some excuses...

Their cemetery still chose to be near a piece of land, but it was changed from the left side of the old Zhou's parents to the right side, and Man Bao followed the big head to the cemetery with a confused face.

Watching the people put down the coffin, then Mrs. Qian walked forward with tears in her eyes, dragged the two children to the pit and said, "Come on, your aunt and nephew will spread this first handful of soil together."

Man Bao ignorantly picked up a handful of soil and threw it on the coffin, everyone shouted, and Zhou Dalang and others buried the soil in person.

The Zhang family looked at them and pouted, and they were too particular about it.

After the coffin was buried, the people of the old Zhou family had to make another sacrifice in front of the tomb. The Taoist priest Shouqing led the people around the tomb for another thirty-six laps, and the scriptures were recited.

This time, Man Bao stood at the front with Datou again, knelt down and kowtowed to the dead soul, but this time, Zhou Dalang's seven brothers and sisters and a bunch of sons and daughters also knelt down, except for the old Zhoutou and Qian Shi who were still standing. .

When the children all kowtowed, Qian squatted down to the ground. Maybe she cried too long. She didn't stop and sat down on the ground. She didn't bother to move any more. While burning paper money, she said in her heart: Don't worry, my sister-in-law will help you raise Man Bao. She is a very smart and smart child just like you. You should also bless her with health and safety...

When the funeral ceremony was over, everyone went home. The old Zhoutou family was at the end. Man Bao supported his mother with concern. Qian smiled at her. Although her eyes were red and swollen, her expression was very relaxed, "Mother is fine."

This remark comforted Man Bao, and she was also happy, grinning, and when she walked back, Man Bao glanced curiously at the grave next to her grandparents and said, "Huh": " Look, mother, someone has come to weed this grave, but it's so strange, why isn't there any incense?"

The people of the old Zhou family were all sweating. Before they could come up with an excuse, Man Bao had already turned around and ran back. He pulled out three sticks of incense from Zhou Yin's grave, and ran back and inserted it in front of the grave that was also new soil. .

As in previous years, she followed her parents' instructions and said, "Whether it's an uncle or aunt in the tomb, you can come and have a meal with my uncle and aunt. There are so many ghosts and lively."

After thinking about it, I felt that this matter could not be left out of my grandparents, because they used to invite this strange grave owner to eat when they came to visit their grandparents’ graves. It makes no sense to invite this strange grave owner now, not my own. Grandpa and Grandma?

So she ran back again, took three incense sticks from the graves of the uncle and aunt to the grandparents, and asked them to come over to eat and drink with the uncle and aunt.

The old Zhou family watched like this, and when she was done tossing around, they took her by the hand and went home.

Forget it, we are all a family anyway, let's eat together, I think Zhou Yin and his wife won't mind.

When I arrived at the door of the house, I saw people in the village helping to clean up the tableware, tables, chairs and benches.

The tableware and chopsticks have to be washed out, distributed and returned to each family, and the tables, chairs, and benches have to be cleaned again. Of course, the old Zhou family can't finish these tasks by themselves. Usually, the neighbors and the villagers help them together.

The other guests from outside the family did not send the funeral with them. After all, they were not related by blood, so they left early.

The only ones left now are the Zhang family.

They were looking for something in the dishes at this time, and a woman from the village shouted rudely: "Don't look over, there are still leftovers in these years, don't smash the dishes and smash them. Compensate."

The Zhang family pouted and withdrew their hands.

As soon as the old Zhou family came back, the Zhang family immediately rushed up aggressively.

Including the elderly and children, forty people stood opposite the old Zhou's house, seven or eight and a half children were pushed to the front, and a woman directly shouted: "Zhou Jin, what's wrong with your children, we are here. After eating the noodles, what happened to your two sons and grandchildren to beat our children?"

Old Zhou Tou glanced at the children who had blue noses and swollen faces, and even had their clothes torn a lot. He didn't ask his sons why they were fighting, he frowned and waved: "Okay, okay, what's the matter for a while? Besides, we just got back from the cemetery, and you decided to stand in our way here?"