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The next morning, before noon, Ji Mo went up the mountain with the middle-aged man. Looking at these cemeteries during the day, the feeling was even more different. There was no scary and gloomy atmosphere at night, and it was a little more dull.

There are some trees in the tombs, these trees are not dense, but they can use their canopy to support a shade, so that the tombs are in the shadows, and occasionally some light yellow spots fall nearby, like small yellow flowers dotted.

The size and material of the tombstones are different, which can also highlight the different financial resources of each family.

As the middle-aged man walked, he pointed out to Ji Mo that whose tomb was new but the stele was old. Some young people were disobedient, and they didn’t follow what they said. They wronged their ancestors. There is no way to be an elder.

That kind of rascal, you tell him what to do, he just doesn’t dare, if you say it again, he will ask you to pay, if you don’t, he won’t do it, okay, whose grave is this for?

Not to mention whether everyone is taboo about this matter, but this matter itself also highlights personal qualities, making people afraid to make friends with each other. I am afraid that the other party will be dependent on the money this time, and they will never be able to get rid of it.

"There are also nearby villages that don't have people like us. They always want to take advantage of it, so they bury corpses here when they have time. If they don't bury them properly, they just cause trouble for others."

As the middle-aged man talked, he brought Ji Mo to the dead body from yesterday. In the shadows, the dead body was quiet, with a lot of dirt on his body. He didn't know how long he had been dead. It looked complete, but it was not expensive, and it was dusty.

"It's like this, it's going to be buried on the sidelines."

The middle-aged man was very impatient, put down the mat on his back, rolled the corpse inside, and did not move far, directly dug a hole beside the tree, and buried it under the root of the tree.

Is this going to feed the trees?

Inexplicably, Ji Mo thought of the tree demon's grandmother, and the bones under the root of the other tree, did this also come from it?

What kind of burial custom is this?

"Brother, don't blame me. Your descendants are unworthy. They don't even give you a better cemetery. Instead of filling the stomach with wild dogs, it's better to fatten up our land. Behind our ancestors, it's more or less the same. a shelter..."

The middle-aged man was nagging, talking about ghosts and ghosts, obviously he had arranged for his ancestors how to live underground.

I don't know which ancestor he is talking about, or which ones, but he looks so confident.

Ji Mo was young and couldn't do much on the sidelines. The middle-aged man didn't give him any tools, so he let him watch from the sidelines. Even so, after the hole was dug and the person was put in, Ji Mo also helped to fill it in. Soil, throw it up handful by handful, dare not say too much, at least it won't cause trouble.

When it was finished, the middle-aged man flattened the bulging part with a shovel. Much of the filled soil was scattered around, thickening the foundation, and the grave was not visible.

At this time, it is not yet noon.

The middle-aged man panted and said to Ji Mo, "Remember, you have to avoid it at noon."

"Avoid?"

Ji Mo wondered what the reason for this was, wasn't beheading and execution always scheduled at noon in ancient times?

"It's so fierce at noon, it's not a good time for burial. Sooner or later, you must avoid it." As if seeing what Ji Mo was thinking, the middle-aged man talked about the term "execution at noon". Tell him that there are two meanings in it, one is to ward off evil spirits, so as not to kill people and cause any troubles caused by wronged souls, and the other means to disperse the soul.

Killing people at noon, when the sun just came down, the soul that had no body as a cover would be blown away.

Not to mention whether this kind of statement is true or not, just this kind of statement itself seems a bit vicious, with the meaning of getting rid of evil.

After resting for a while, the middle-aged man seemed to have gained more strength, and walked back with Ji Mo, without saying anything, just turned around in front of each tombstone, and repaired some things that were not going well Occasionally, I would stop and grab a handful of soil to see the changes in the soil layer.

"What's in here?"

Ji Mo followed suit, looking at the soil particles on the middle-aged man's palm.

"It's nothing."

The middle-aged man dispersed the crushed soil and clapped his hands on his body. The soil on his hands rubbed on his clothes and was slapped away again, causing a burst of dust.

Ji Mo is short and a bit tired. He squinted his eyes, afraid that dust would fall into them.

Looking at the hand that squeezed the soil and putting it on my head, thinking about how long it has been since my hair was washed, it is oily and has lice, so the eldest brother does not dislike the second brother, and can tolerate the hands of middle-aged men. fell on the head.

Maybe this kind of hair doesn't feel good to the touch. The middle-aged man quickly withdrew his hand and asked, "Do you know what I do?"

"do not know."

Ji Mo regained his energy and really wanted to hold that big hand.

He wanted to ask for a long time, if the other party was Ge Shan, or the grave guard!

But it's only been here for a long time, not to mention that he has no excuse to ask the other party's name directly, even asking what the other party does is a bit impolite.

They kindly take you in, take care of your food and lodging, you live here, and you have to ask, what is your name, what do you do, how are you, and you have to check your household registration!

It was rare for a middle-aged man to speak, so he just looked up and listened.

"I can't even understand this, Bai has smart eyes."

The middle-aged man patted Ji Mo on the head, and then said, "Did you see this pile of graves? We are guarding this pile!"

"we?"

Ji Mo was keen, as if he had realized something.

"I'm guarding now, and you'll be guarding in the future."

The middle-aged man said something as if explaining, but there was a bit of gloating in his tone, "It seems that you have nothing to do in this life."

Ji Mo really wanted to reply that he would be just like you, but he didn't say anything.

[Main task: Gravekeeper. 】

[Current progress: Ge Shan (Master) - completed. 】

Sure enough, he was Ge Shan.

This name really suits the mountain.

So, if you don’t even have to offer tea, are you a teacher and student?It's casual enough.

While thinking this way, Ji Mo asked naively, "Then shall I call you 'Daddy' from now on?"

"What father, call yourself whoever you want!"

Ge Shan's face was dark, oh, half of his face was originally black, but now the other half is also dark, "I'm not even married, where did my son come from! Call him uncle!"

"Oh, uncle!"

Ji Mo crisply called, "Uncle" should just be "Uncle". The title of master and apprentice is fine, and the title is not the most important thing.

"Ah."

Ge Shan responded, and the look on his face didn't soften much, he sneered that Ji Mo was a hapless little guy nobody wanted, that's why he was assigned to take over the grave guard's duty.

"Is there anything wrong with guarding the grave?"

Ji Mo seemed to hear the voice, and asked in puzzlement.

"It's harder than being a monk. You'll know later. If you can't marry a wife, you can't eat a few good meals. If you look at a pile of dead people's tombstones all day long, no one is good."

Ge Shan started cursing as soon as he spoke, his language was vulgar, and there were many greetings to other people's ancestors, Ji Mo felt a little helpless, but from his words, he could still hear that the tomb keeper was in a bad mood.

In Ge Shan's words, even if you can't sleep all night, there's nothing you can do about it. Gravekeeper, do you think that staying at the tomb at the foot of the mountain is considered guarding?There are a lot of things to do, especially when a new tomb has just been built, and you have to go out and walk around a few times in the middle of the night, for fear that some tomb robbers will enter. Even in the future, the new tomb will become an old tomb, so we must guard against this. , it can be said that the tomb guard is the nemesis of the tomb robbers, and it can be regarded as a professional countermeasure.

"Why are there grave robbers?"

Ji Mo tried his best to ask questions, wanting to know more information.

"Come and get the money!"

These days, among the occupations that get something for nothing, tomb robbers can also be counted as one of them. Although they are not "free of work", they have to dig a hole to find it anyway, but this kind of labor is much higher than those who work hard. It is another kind of lightness to be diligent and diligent.

If you want to say that the tombs in this village do not contain any funeral objects, are not worth a lot of money, and that there are no tomb robbers, then you are short-sighted again.

Funeral objects are an income from tomb robbery, and there are corpses and coffins, and some even tombstones can be stolen for you.

Needless to say, the demand for corpses is the easiest one to buy and sell, and then there are coffins. It sounds like no one wants the coffins where the dead have been lying, but after a little renovation, these coffins can be sold as new ones. , can also be regarded as a source of income.

It's just that this kind of thing is a bit too wicked.

Ge Shan told Ji Mo a story that actually happened. There was a coffin shop owner who specialized in selling this kind of refurbished coffins. After that, I will send a message to the tomb robbers, and then let them give the coffin to my family.

As a matter of life and death, many poor families will also prepare a special coffin. It is absolutely not shameful to sell this kind of coffin.

Cheaper is also a costless business.

"The coffin can be stolen, doesn't it take much effort?"

Ji Mo couldn't understand it. The tomb robbery he imagined was digging a hole and getting in. Then the question came, how big should a hole be for people to go in, and how could a coffin be brought out.

You must know that the coffins made in ancient times were not made according to the size of a person. They must be wider. Get a wooden coffin and nail it out.

Ge Shan gave him a white look, as if to say, "Little brat, what do you know?" "It's cheaper than making a coffin."

Ji Mo couldn't understand these words. After being pointed out by Ge Shan, he looked at the surrounding trees, oh, I see.

It seems simple to make a coffin, and there are also requirements for wood. Not to mention the kind of expensive or not expensive wood, but the thickness of the coffin boards. Except for the cover and the almost square wide boards at both ends, the coffin always has three long boards. The three long boards cannot be spliced ​​together, which requires the board to have a certain width, naturally growing trees, a certain width...

Looking around, the naturally growing trees, judging from the environment here, are not as thick as a thigh for more than ten years. It will take at least a few decades to have the width and height of a coffin board. It is not a good wood to find.