Taoyuan Mountain Village

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The old man Huang was buried in a beautiful scene, and he spent a lot of money.

A few days in a row really made the busy people feel exhausted. It was fine at first, but after that, even Jiang Xiaoye was not in the mood to worry about it.

The customs of Yushan Village are a little simpler, but once it is done in a big way, it will be really uncomfortable.

It's a mess, and some people's legs are swollen.

Old man Huang's grandson was about to cry. He was wearing beggar trousers, with his knees exposed. His kneeling legs were blue. He couldn't do without kneeling. Zhao Wuliu stared at him.

A little wrong, a slap hit him directly.

As soon as the white matter was finished, the grandson of the old man Huang ran faster than anyone else, and he didn't even want to seek revenge on Zhao Wuliu. He had seen the value of Zhao Wuliu's force in the past few days.

Can't beat it, forget it.

The old village chief has summoned all the old people in the village to talk about this at the mountain temple. Jiang Xiaoye was at home calculating how many eggs his chickens and ducks would lay at that time, and was called too.

There are more than 160 elderly people over 60 years old in Yushan Village, accounting for one-third of the total.

In the past, the name of the elderly village was not covered.

As soon as Jiang Xiaoye came, the big brown bear who was sleeping in the mountain temple also climbed out, stretched out lazily and lay down behind Jiang Xiaoye.

The little brown bear is now pushing the light bear to run rampant every day, but it is free.

Otherwise, the little brown bear will complain seven or eight times a day.

"Xiao Ye is here too. Is there any old man in the village who hasn't come? I'll take a look first. I'll discuss something with everyone when there are enough people."

The old village chief knocked on his pipe, then stood up and began to count.

"What's the matter? You have to talk to people like me, what are you talking about? You and Xiao Ye can decide what to do. You don't want to build a nursing home for us, do you? I don't need a lot of grandchildren here. I can still work."

"Yeah, don't get a nursing home, otherwise the children will be ignored. Look at old man Huang, just such an old girl. This family is really cruel. Old man Huang died half a year ago and they didn't know to come and see."

"What's the matter?"

"Xiao Ye, what's the matter?"

The old people in the village were wondering what was going on, and they needed to find a group of them to discuss.

"Almost all of them are here. I'll tell you a few more when the time comes. Xiaoye, do you think I'll tell you?" The old village chief looked at Jiang Xiaoye, who was brushing the big brown bear.

"Second grandpa, tell me." Jiang Xiaoye rubbed the big brown bear's head and raised his head, "I just listen to you."

"Come on, then I said it."

The old village chief pulled his coat and said, "It's going to be cold today, and each of the old people in the village is not as good as the other, as you can see, the old man Huang was fine two days ago. The scenery is beautiful, but the village has suffered, and now there is a policy on it, which does not allow extravagance and waste."

"What a mess, you say it directly, what kind of thing is this crepe."

"Yeah, what do you say?"

"Can't understand."

The old people in the village have no education level at all, and they don't know what the old village chief wants to say for a while.

"That is to say, look at building a columbarium in the village. When a person dies, they will be sent to cremation directly, and they will be offered to you in the village. Our village has good feng shui, and the mountain god blesses you. Look at those ancestral tombs. Now go to the next one. The graves are all messed up, don't you think?"

The old village chief wanted to build a columbarium, and he had always followed the party's policy. This time, the death of old man Huang made him more deeply aware of the shortcomings of this bad habit.

"The columbarium?"

"Is this dead and cremated, and then put it directly into a small box and put it in the columbarium? I've heard of it."

"I don't feel good about this."

"Xiao Ye, come and tell us about this columbarium."

The old people are discussing, they still know a little about what the columbarium is.

Seeing the old village chief, Jiang Xiaoye also gave a signal, and immediately got up and said with a smile: "Second grandfather means this, the ancestral tomb is rebuilt, and those who are willing to enter the columbarium will enter the columbarium, and those who are willing to enter the ancestral tomb will be in the columbarium. It was built together with the mountain temple, and Yushan Village will come to worship during the New Year, and you have also seen Grandpa Huang in the past two days. Although the scenery is great, the whole village is busy."

"Not buried? What do you mean?"

Some old people still don't understand.

"It's you people who are about to die. Don't be fooled. If you die, you will be cremated in the ashes, clean and neat."

Zhao Wuliu brought this cucumber, and after listening to it, he gave a profound explanation to these old people.

"Fuck, who's going to die soon?"

"How many years can you live? Look at these old and disabled people. It feels like they can't live for three or five days. When old man Huang died, he would have tossed for so many days. When the time comes, you will line up to die, one by one. Let's Yushan Village. For a year, the spirit shed hangs high, and the whole village sings?"

Zhao Wuliu pointed to a few people from Old Man Zhou and the white lanterns hanging outside. One old man Huang had been busy with the whole village for so long. If a few more came one after another, Yushan Village would be able to listen to songs this year.

"Who are you talking about, brat? We're in good health!"

When Old Man Zhou saw Zhao Wuliu gesture to him, he stood up with crutches angrily.

"Don't hate to hear it, it's okay to say that you are full of children and grandchildren, you children are not around, or you have no children and no children, you have a bone

At least after the death of Huitang, someone will take care of you every day, and burn paper for you during New Years and festivals. If this is thrown from the grave, who will waste paper money for you in the future? You are stupid. This thing has been passed down for centuries, from generation to generation. When did those graves get confused all of a sudden, and the torrential rain flooded the mountain torrent and pushed it away, you are all lonely ghosts. "

Zhao Wuliu finished nibbling on the cucumber, threw the cucumber head, and then said: "What are you doing, discuss, Xiao Ye, my car is coming, you teach me to drive, don't waste time here."

"No hurry, just wait."

Jiang Xiaoye was embarrassed. After that, he could just ask Zhao Wuliu for anything. He dared to say anything. Although it was a bit confusing, it was true.

"Although Zhao Wuliu's words are ugly, it still makes sense. This columbarium has been named for the ages, and it will be convenient to relocate and rectify in the future. It will be donated by ancestors from generation to generation, and your names will be passed down from generation to generation. Even if you have children, Filial piety, where are the grandchildren and great-grandchildren? The ancestral tombs in this mountain are all messed up, and there are many people who are messing up, and the columbarium is different. I decided, I died in the columbarium!"

The old village chief immediately expressed his attitude.

"I am alone and widowed, and I am also in the ashes. I will not waste my life, and I will not waste it when I die."

An old man spoke up and expressed his opinion.

"I don't want to drag others down, I'm going to the columbarium!"

Old Man Zhou raised his hand tremblingly to show his attitude.

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