When Jin saw it, he was surprised to find that the former captain had been tortured by the collapse of the brick factory. The young man's tall body is like his father's. His face is gaunt and dark, his eyes are covered with gum and his voice is hoarse.

Wujun comforted him first. Although he is sincere, his words are vague. He knows that a few words of comfort can't solve Shao An's problem. If Shao An lacks food, He Jin Wu Jun has the ability to help this young friend. Although Sun Shaoan was in a bad mood to the extreme, he could not refuse Wu Jun's request. He promised to go to the second dad that day.

Ah, this Sun Yuting has really become a character! No sooner had he kicked a hero out of Shuangshui Village than another hero came to beg him.

Yuting's waist is really hard these days. He smokes Shao An's cigarette and listens to his nephew 7788 to put in a good word for him.

"Don't agree! That's it! Stop filling me with rice soup! " Sun Yuting interrupted Shao An with great boldness of vision. If not long ago, when Shao An was in his heyday, he would never dare to be so outspoken to his nephew-that was when he wanted something from him. But now, you are not as good as me! I am poor? I am not in debt!

Your boy is in debt behind his ass. Why should you teach Lao Tzu a lesson? "Your boy don't intercede for gold! You can't even clean up what you left behind, so don't say anything else. We are still waiting to use your second mother's forty dollars! You'd better give us the money first and then take care of the world on both sides! "

Sun Yuting talks to his once respected nephew as if he were a creditor.

Sun Shaoan's lips trembled with anger. He didn't expect that even his incompetent second dad didn't take him seriously.

Alas, perhaps in everyone's eyes, it is doomed that Sun Shaoan will never get up again in this life. In that case, what is the need for people to respect the weak in life?

Sun Shaoan a look at his inability to convince puffed up two dad, had to calm face out of the broken wall rotten courtyard. He swallowed painfully, and his throat bone kept sliding up and down. He doesn't care about his second dad's harsh words, but more about his situation. Alas, he, Sun Shaoan, is helpless now! Shao An went down the small slope of his second father's house and happened to meet Sun carrying water. He stopped his sister and asked her about her attitude towards her marriage. Wei Hong told her eldest brother that she was determined to marry Jin Qiang.

Sun Shaoan was very moved. It never occurred to him that people like his parents gave birth to such good dolls. Shao An feels that Sister Wei Hong has that kind of hard power in her bones.

Then he gave his sister advice and said, "This is your own business. No matter what your parents' attitude is, as long as you make up your mind, you will act according to your ideas! You know, marriage is free, and no one can stop you then! "

Wei Hong wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and nodded to her eldest brother seriously. Sun Shaoan walked out of the Tian Family Pavilion, crossed the Dongla River, and went straight to Jinjiawan, reporting his efforts to Wu Jun without results.

As a result, this marriage was put on hold for a while ... Shortly after the winter, and a few days before the end of the Gregorian calendar in 1982, with the arrival of a large-scale cold current in Siberia, the first snow fell on the Loess Plateau. It snowed for a day and two nights, and the land and villages were covered with thick snow. Birds and beasts disappeared in the fields, and everything was silent. Every household closed the door, and only a heavy and dreary column of kitchen smoke rose from the chimney at the top of the kiln. Wild dogs are running around in the snow with red tongues and white fog in their mouths. Sparrows with nowhere to eat huddled under the eaves of the kiln, chattering and screaming with hunger. ...

On the calm morning when the heavy snow stopped, as soon as the villagers went out, they saw Jin and his nephew Jin Qiang, with red stripes on the buttons of black cotton-padded jackets, coming from the snowy Miao Ping. Whether you meet an adult or a doll, you kneel down. People looked at the northern end of Jinjiawan and saw a blank piece of paper on the courtyard wall of Wu Jun's house.

Everyone immediately understood: it was Mrs. King who died!

The death of Mrs. Jin means that a generation will eventually disappear in this ancient village. BanZhiTou calculate, that crop of people, now only the old mother and grandson.

No matter how many misdeeds the old lady's descendants have, she and Mr. Jin, who died for many years, have always been respected by ordinary people. Their virtue has even been confirmed by the whole Dongla River basin.

Therefore, all surnames in Shuangshui Village expressed sincere condolences to the old lady's death. People rushed to the grave; Happy to help the Kim family organize the funeral.

Villagers with foreign names, people at the old lady's front door and other relatives of the Kim family all poured into Kim's yard. Of course, the Jin family in Jinjiawan has all become the suspects.

Junwu's place is too small, and the two kilns are all for food; His brother's double-hole kiln was seized by the public security bureau again. Therefore, many specific matters of the funeral will be scattered throughout Jinjiawan. Jin Junshan and his son were hired as chefs. Junshan is proficient in local customs and rules and makes various arrangements; His son Jin Cheng keeps accounts.

King did not hesitate to decide that he would bury his mother according to the highest etiquette of rural customs. This big family is unlucky, and the mother's funeral must be held in a grand way. Let the world see that the Kim family is still prosperous!

Needless to say, the whole Kim family is a guest; Every foreign family also invites a person to sit at the table. This is tantamount to entertaining the whole village to eat and drink. Don't be afraid, He Jin and Wu Jun have plenty of food!

Many residents in Jinjiawan are grinding rice and flour for Mrs. Kim's funeral. In the courtyard of Guanghui's house, five or six people are killing pigs and sheep. Mr. Yin Yang invited by Mijia Town is making a paper fire at Jin Junhai's house. Jinbo's mother is busy serving the "saint" five times a day. Their kang and box covers are full of paper houses, courtyards, mills, priests, soul guides and virgins.

At the same time, in the ancestral grave of the Kim family, the grave digger dug up Mr. Kim's grave and put Mr. Wang's bones in a wooden coffin, ready to be buried with the old lady.

After Mrs. Jin put on seven or eight satin shroud, she entered the carved cypress coffin made in her early years.

The coffin was parked in a shed set up in the yard. The ever-burning lamp was moved out of the room and placed in front of the coffin. The coffin was filled with fruit offerings and a whole pig that was washed white and fat. A live cock tied melon seeds and put them on the coffin.

On the benches on both sides of the coffin, the immediate family members of the old lady took turns sitting at the wake. Mourners poured in. After a while, a group of relatives came in turn, kneeling in front of the mourning shed and singing, but only a few people really shed tears. Zhang Guilan, his eldest daughter-in-law, was the one who cried the saddest. She cried mostly about her own fate.

The villagers who came to mourn just sent some incense and burned paper; The younger generation knelt down and kowtowed twice.

On the day before burial, relatives of the Kim family, adult dolls and all invited guests took turns to eat two meals from morning till night. The first meal is to bake oil cakes together; The second meal is "eight bowls" and shochu. The caves of the three brothers Jin next door are full of banquets.

In the afternoon, a group of hired trumpeters came-after entering the village, they fired a shot first. All the dutiful sons knelt down at the head of the village to meet the five musicians wearing cotton-padded jackets.

As soon as night fell, the grand lighting ceremony began. The trumpeter leads the way, and the dutiful sons are all wearing white mourning clothes, white mourning hats and mourning sticks in their hands, and the true and false crying sounds are one; They followed the trumpeter, came out of the courtyard of the Kim family, and walked along the path by the weeping river to the ancestral grave of the Kim family. Many people have a lamp made of white flour in their hands. After walking for a while, they put a lamp on the snow on the right and threw paper money at them. When I come back, I put the water light on the other side of the road every once in a while. At night, the street lamps in the snow are like fireflies, which look spectacular. The old people in Shuangshui village talked enviously and sighed: Mrs. Jin gave birth to a true dutiful son. What a decent funeral!

Before the funeral the next day, a famous "eating sacrifice" ceremony was held. All dutiful sons, men and women, with mourning sticks in their hands and linen, Dai Xiao knelt in a phalanx at intervals in front of the old lady's coffin. The villagers are still led by trumpeters, followed by two three-fingered bowls, walking around Xiaozi Square. The tray is Tian Vuch and a team of former accountant Tian Pingwa. Holding a tray in their left hand and a white towel in their right hand, they walked lightly with the steps of yangko dancing, as if performing a program. Next is the "business meeting". Generally speaking, this is the most terrible pass for a dutiful son. This actually means whether the old man can be buried smoothly.

The so-called "business talk" means that the families of the deceased question whether the dutiful sons are filial to the elderly before their death; Or was the funeral after her death well organized? At this time, the person who came to the door of the deceased, even a three-year-old doll, was authoritative in front of the dutiful son, like a member of the royal family of constitutional monarchy, sacred and inviolable. If any of them get in the way, the dutiful sons will never let the old man die!

Now, Wu Jun's two 70-year-old uncles are sitting cross-legged on the kang, and behind them are other "royal family members". They can't help but pose as if they are above each other.

Gold leader knelt on the wall under the kang bar. Behind him were kneeling his wife Li Yuling and his sister Zhang Guilan. Next are Jin Qiang and Wu Jun, two school children. The other dutiful sons knelt down from their feet to the yard outside the door. It looks a bit like a group of ministers kneeling down to the newly enthroned emperor.

Wu Jun first briefly reported to my uncle's family about their care for the elderly before their death, and of course there were some necessary reviews. Then he described in detail how to deal with his mother's funeral this time. Finally, he asked his uncles for advice; If there is anything unsatisfactory, he will try his best to make up for it.

Next, the dutiful sons held their breath and waited for questions from their uncle's family.

In this case, the family members of the deceased always give some advice and attack the filial sons: commonly known as "shaking debts."

The first big uncle sat cross-legged on the kang solemnly, pulling his relaxed eyelids, and said thoughtfully like an old judge, "I won't say anything else." My sister and my brother-in-law share a ditch on the Dongla River. Who doesn't know their good reputation? Now, they are buried together. Why don't you build a Dojo for them and let Li Sheng sing? "

The hearts of all dutiful sons are beating. They didn't expect this old guy to make such high demands. Wu Jun's daughter-in-law, Li Yuling, hit her head on the ground and cursed, "You immortal thing! See what you are playing when you are dead! " Wu Jun kowtowed to his uncle three times and replied, "I should have done as you always said, but there was no monk around, so I had to go to Baiyun Mountain to invite a gift student, but it was too far away, and I didn't know if people would come ..."

His uncle closed his eyes and said nothing-this was tantamount to rejecting his nephew's reasons. Things seem to be at an impasse.

At this moment, the second uncle coughed, turned to look at his younger brother and said, "Don't embarrass the doll any more. Jung-woo has done her best for the fucking funeral. We can see ... "

My second uncle is a wise man and forgave my nephew on his own initiative.

Big JIU was silent for a while, raised his eyelids and said, "That's it, get up ..."

Jin and all the dutiful sons hurried to kowtow to this group of harsh judges on the kang to thank them.

After welcoming the tent and offering the food sent by the villagers, we will begin to mourn.

Eight strong men rushed to prepare to carry the coffin, and the first two men carried a long bench in case the coffin carrier stopped while resting on the road.

The son of the late Mi Yinyang in Mijia Town inherited his father's business, and now he is the most famous Yin Yang around. At this time, he took a kitchen knife in his hand, went to the coffin and symbolically cut it according to the head of the chicken. Then he threw the old chicken that belonged to him on the ground, turned his back, recited a spell for a while and shouted, "Funeral!"

Three shots were fired, the drummer played funeral music and eight people carried the coffin. Jin Qiang has a guide flag first, then a banner, and then a dutiful son. Then I blew my hand, and then the dutiful son pulled the fiber account on the coffin and cried all the way out of the door. Age paper and the old lady's pillow are lit on the edge of the yard. At the same time, everyone in Shuangshui Village lit a fire to ward off evil spirits.

The coffin stopped at the bottom of the slope, and the female dutiful sons burned paper and kowtowed, then went home and stopped going to the cemetery.

After the coffin was lifted again, only the male dutiful son was left. The trumpeter also stopped playing music. People trudged in the snow and finally carried this heavy cypress coffin to Jinzu grave.

In the cemetery, yin and yang became the main roles. The dutiful sons all stood in awe, and the young teacher Mi Yin Yang hung the coffin into the grave under the guidance of a compass. One trick and one style here, a little carelessness, according to superstition, will bring disaster to the younger generation. After the grave, Master Mi Yin Yang recited "The Song of Evocation": ... Children burn incense in front of the Buddha every day, and parents ascend to heaven three years earlier. Buddhists in Qian Qian like it, and thousands of bodhisattvas give cigarettes ... Aha! Cinnabar borax grinding sand ... grinding bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls, bowls.

After the mother's funeral was over, Wu Jianjun and his wife slept for two days and two nights. From the arrest of the eldest brother's family of three to the death of their mother, they were in a series of events, both physically and mentally overwhelmed. They know that it is precisely because of the misfortune of Wenjun's family that the old mother can't afford to get sick.

Now, all this is over. In the hearts of this couple, it seems that they can breathe a sigh of relief after harvesting a season's crops. Their only remaining worry is the marriage problem of their nephew Jin Qiang. In this matter, Li Yuling and her husband are in the same boat-they both love and sympathize with poor Qiangwa.

However, Mr. and Mrs. Wu Jun didn't know that things had made a breakthrough.

A few days before the Spring Festival, Sun once again asked his parents to marry Jin Qiang. And strongly expressed that no matter whether adults agree or not, they must get a marriage certificate from the township government of Shigejie before the Spring Festival!

Needless to say, Sun Yuting abused her daughter and Kim together and resolutely opposed this marriage.

But strangely enough, Yu Ting's wife stopped talking about it.

Why don't you talk? It's not that she still supports her husband, but basically acquiesces in her daughter's choice.

Feng Ying has the idea of Feng Ying. She and Yu Ting didn't have a boy, so they can find a son-in-law in the village, and someone will take care of their life when they are old. Besides, although three members of the Kim family broke the law, Jin Qiang is a good young man who can bear hardships and fondle crops-which is exactly what the couple lack. With Jin Qiang, they don't have to humble themselves for the eldest brother family. More importantly, she already knows that her daughter and Kim are cooked, and she can no longer stop this marriage. She even held a sarcastic attitude towards the shouting jade pavilion.

When the husband was ready to clean up his daughter again, why did he have to tell Yu Ting that Wei Hong was pregnant! Sun Yuting was like being hit on the head by a sap, and suddenly he was blindsided. God, who would have thought that Sun Yuting's daughter would do such a shameful thing? How will he educate the people in Shuangshui Village in the future?

Comrade Yu Ting should know that since the "hemp paste" incident between him and Wang, he has long been ineligible to educate others on gender issues.

Sun Yuting's anger fell on his rotten mat kang. He also knows that the situation is irreversible. My daughter is pregnant with Jin Qiang's doll and won't let her marry that boy. Who wants her again?

Regardless of Sun Yuting's objection or not, before the Spring Festival, Wei Hong and Jin Qiang went to Shigejie Township Government to get a marriage certificate. In view of the situation of Jin Qiang's family, sensible Wei Hong doesn't want any ceremony held by the Kim family, so he is going straight to Jin Guwan from Tian Jiage.

Sun and Jin Qiang live together silently in the surprise discussion in Shuangshui Village.

Despite Sun Yuting's pain, her daughter is her own flesh and blood after all. Before the child left home, he dug up a red notebook in a pile of past study materials-this was awarded to him when Shigejie commune criticized Confucianism. He gave this notebook to his daughter as a wedding gift, and wrote two words on it: a red heart, two hands, and walk with the party from generation to generation.