Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

At [-]:[-], the convoy arrived at Yongfeng and parked in the parking lot outside the yard.

It's already autumn, the leaves are flying in the yard, and the grass has begun to wither. It's the time when everything is withering, which only adds a touch of sadness.

The security guard at the gate saw Zhang Xingming come out and saluted, and said, "Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang have gone to the funeral parlor. They said you came back and went there." Zhang Xingming was stunned for a moment, then nodded. High, there is no way to stop at home.

"Is everyone gone at home?" Zhang Xingming asked the security guard.

The security guard said: "Grandma Zhang didn't go. This is a matter of concern. Grandma Zhang can't go. She's in the house. Everyone else has gone."

Zhang Xingming turned his head and went into the yard, and hurried into the house. When he opened the door, he saw Sunniang and Erda Niang sitting on the sofa talking with grandma. Grandma seemed a little dazed, with a red cloth tied around her wrist, and her hair was not combed carefully, and her hair looked a little messy.

"Grandma." Zhang Xingming changed his shoes and walked over.

Grandma turned her head to look over, saw Zhang Xingming, stretched out a hand and said, "Oh, my second grandson is back."

Zhang Xingming grabbed his grandma's hand, said hello to Sunniang and the second aunt, and sat down beside his grandma. Grandma asked, "Where have you been? Have you been away for a long time? Are you tired outside?"

Zhang Xingming said: "I'm not tired when I go to work, I just make phone calls or something. Are you scared, grandma?"

Grandma said: "I'm not afraid, the dead old man has nothing to be afraid of, he left without making a sound. This is annoying me, don't care about me."

The second aunt said: "The old lady is quite strong, she didn't cry, but your mother still coaxed her when she cried."

Sun Niang said: "I understand now, I'm so old, look at it, sooner or later it won't be that day."

Granny grabbed Zhang Xingming's hand and asked, "Did you go to see your mother? I went to the crematorium to send the old man to death. I must not be allowed to go, for fear that I would be taken away by the old man."

Zhang Xingming said with a smile: "It's not popular for old people to go to that place, you stay at home well, I'll go over and have a look, and I'll come back to talk with you later, oh."

Grandma thought for a while, then let go of Zhang Xingming's hand with some reluctance, and asked, "Are you coming back later?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Come back, I'll pick up my mother, and we'll be back together later."

Grandma nodded and said, "Then go quickly, inquire about the road, and don't go astray. There are so many roads in the city, I dare not go out, and I can't come back."

Thanks to Sunniang and Er Da Niang for accompanying grandma, Zhang Xingming changed his shoes and went out, and everyone got into the car and drove to the funeral home.

At present, the funeral home does not have as many grand projects as later generations. It is called a crematorium. It is a hall of worship, with an office on one side and a cremation furnace on the other. A large brick flue climbs from the cremation furnace to the mountain not far away. On the tip, it stands tall there.There is an incineration pond in the corner of the yard, which is a concrete pond, where paper money and clothes are burned for family members.

Chapter 877 Last Wish

When Zhang Xingming's convoy entered the yard, they saw many people surrounded by people, and there were sounds of mourning and joy in the worship hall.

"Oh, Erming is back. Mom, Mom, Dad, Auntie, Erming is back." Zhang Xingming heard the shout of Miss Xiaohong when he got out of the car. Her voice was quite unique and easily recognizable.

Everyone around looked back at the convoy. There was a row of cars they didn't recognize, with strange plates they didn't recognize. Because they were in a hurry, the plates of the cars they brought back hadn't been changed, and there were still Prague plates on them.This means that there are no cameras and there are not so many traffic policemen in this year.

Zhang Xingming walked towards the crowd, and Miss Xiaohong had already rushed over, grabbed Zhang Xingming's hand and looked at him with a smile: "When did you arrive?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Just arrived, I came here as soon as I got off the plane."

Xiaohong's group said: "My aunt, my father, and my mother are all inside, and the leaders of the company and the city are here."

Just as I was talking, I saw the crowd in front of me step aside, and a group of people came out of the viewing hall to greet Zhang Xingming.

Zhang Xingming went up to meet them and began to shake hands one by one: "I'm sorry. Thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry. Thank you."

At that time, Cup Steel had relevant welfare benefits. When the parents of Cup Steel employees passed away, they were accompanied by a special person from the departure of the car to the cremation process. The money was also paid by the company, whether it was the leader or the workers. It means that this matter cannot be hidden anyway, and it must be reported to the company or the trade unions of the factories below. The union has a department that specializes in funeral management.

At this time, the cremation had already started, and the leaders also came over to express their attitude and were about to leave. Everyone was busy, and it was really a facelift to take time out for a trip.Zhang Xingming sent the leaders to the car one by one, said some words of thanks, stood on the side of the road and watched the leaders' cars drive out, and then came to his parents and uncles.

Everyone didn't show any special sadness and grief. It could be seen that my mother was crying, but it wasn't very sad. After all, my grandfather had passed away.

Like uncle coming over, Zhang Xingming could feel that he was just here to fulfill a responsibility.Grandpa is the adoptive father of uncle and mother, and both of them were teenagers at that time.Since he is an uncle, he went out to earn work points when he was 14 years old, and then left home to go out to work alone. It would be bullshit to say that he had feelings for his grandfather.

Mom and grandpa still have a certain relationship, the love of raising and loving for many years, so my mother cried.

The crowd dispersed slowly, all of them were from my father's unit, my uncle's unit, and some of my own employees.

Zhang Xingming asked his mother, "Where's my dad?"

My mother said: "I'm waiting inside. I will go to Zhangjiabao in a while. How many times did your grandpa say that he would be buried with your grandpa when he died. He missed his brother. This is your grandpa's last wish. I and After discussing with your father and uncle, send your grandfather back and bury it next to your great grandfather."

Zhang Xingming remembered what his grandpa said when he was standing under the walnut tree when he accompanied his grandpa back to Zhangjiabao last time, nodded and said: "Okay, my grandpa told me last time when I went back, let me remember that place, He died and was buried there."

The uncle came over and said: "I have arranged for the people over there, and the graves have been dug. After a while, we can just bury them directly. Let's not do any ceremony, okay? Remembering the old man is in my heart, and there is nothing wrong with those situations." significance."

Zhang Xingming said: "It's okay to be simple, but you still need to have what you need. After you're done, get some bricks and cement, and let's go directly to the grandpa's grave and put up a monument. I remember that there is no monument on the grandpa's grave."

At that time, there was no money in the countryside to erect monuments. Those who could get a few bricks to build a lamp in front of the grave would be considered good. Every year to visit the grave depends on memory, and there are no signs or identification. As soon as the elders left, the descendants would not be able to find them, and turned into wild graves, which disappeared bit by bit in the grass and woods under the pressure of rain and snow.

Zhang Xingming didn't enter the hall, so he stood outside with his mother and sister Xiaohong.After more than half an hour, the master came out holding the urn, saw Zhang Xingming stunned for a moment, and said, "It's okay, your grandfather didn't miss you in vain." Handing the urn to Zhang Xingming, Zhang Xingming held it in front of his chest Walk towards the convoy.

Uncle's car led the way, followed by mother's car, father's car, and Zhang Xingming's motorcade followed behind and drove towards Zhangjiabao.On the way, I met Uncle Mao's car. He was on a mission. He must have just rushed back, but without saying a word, Uncle Mao's car turned around and followed the convoy.

When we arrived at Zhangjiabao, there was no one living in Nangou, except for a few old houses that had collapsed among the weeds, there was nothing left, including the road.

Zhang Xingming asked the people on his side to wait by the side of the road, only Li Chun and Tang Xin accompanied him, holding the urn, wading through the grass and walking towards the forest at the bottom of the mountain.At first, it looked like there was still a little way along the side of the small river. The grass got deeper and deeper, and there were wormwood as high as Zhang Xingming's waist growing in a mess. I went to all the traces on the ground.

Fortunately, it was a sunny day. If it rained a little, the road of several hundred meters would be even more difficult.

At the foot of the hillside, you can see the obvious traces of people walking by. The weeds are overwhelmed by people. There is a ditch that is not too deep. If you go down to the bottom of the ditch and climb up, you will reach the edge of the forest. Next to it is the grave of the great grandfather.

The wild grass in the Northeast is not as smooth as the south. The wild grass here is called thorns, and the broad leaves, hard stems, and long hairy thorns are intertwined in a mess. People don’t even have the courage to grab a handful. , and tall and strong, if you push it against it, it will bounce back even more vigorously with its teeth and claws, without giving any face, and it will scrape on the clothes and make a hissing sound.

Li Chun and Tang Xin simply pulled out their knives and chopped down the tall thorn tree in front of them.The local farmers are used to it, and they don’t care about it at all, so they don’t deal with it, but for people like parents, mothers and uncles, it’s really difficult to walk out of the unclear road, and you can’t stand it even if you don’t care about clothes.

After finally passing the most difficult section of the road, everyone's heart jumped with joy the moment they stepped on the field stem.

When we came to the grave under the tree, a big hole was dug in the black soil with rosin, and the grave of the grandpa next to it had been newly planted. All the weeds within a few meters were cleared away, revealing the dark soil mixed with pine needles Come.

The uncle presided over the ceremony. Grandpa's urn was buried and a new tomb was built. Paper money was placed on the wreath and burned. The sandalwood incense in front of the grave slowly exhaled green smoke, and a large string of firecrackers was lit.Zhang Xingming supported his mother and stood aside quietly watching the funeral of the same person he attended for the second time. Suddenly, he felt neither happy nor sad, as if he had gone through a reincarnation for a moment.

The paper craftsman, the horse, the golden boy and the jade girl went west with the smoke turning to ashes, and the soul-inducing banner was inserted on the grave.

My uncle, my mother, and my father were in front, and Zhang Xingming's little sister Xiaohong was behind, knelt on the brand new black soil and kowtowed, her forehead touched the freshly turned soil, soft and sticky.This old man who had worked hard all his life and had no children finally found the elder brother he missed, the elder brother who pulled him up to marry him and support his family, but he himself was alone all his life.

Chapter 878 The First Seven

Zhang Xingming suddenly felt that this world was very strange. We watched it helplessly, but we couldn't prove its reality, but it existed there, moving forward silently.

Like a great-grandfather, struggling with his young brother in troubled times, dragging his younger brother into a man to build a house for him and marrying a wife, he died alone, and walked through his life silently, but no one knew his greatness.Too much greatness is buried in the ordinary.

Like the barefoot doctor who operated on my grandma, he ran around in the mountains and fields, basically as a voluntary, using that poor medical knowledge to save the lives of the neighbors as much as possible, but in the end, no one remembered them, and there was no record. .

In fact, they are greater and more brilliant than those so-called immortal figures.Those so-called great people are actually not many more, and one less is not less, but without these ordinary people, the world would cease to exist.

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