As soon as Jin Junwu saw Sun Shaoan, he was surprised to find that the former captain had been tortured by the collapse of the brickyard. The young man's tall frame had roped off like his father's, his face was gaunt and dark and thin, his eyes were pasted with eye boogers, and his voice was hoarse.
Junwu first comforted him. Though he did it out of sincerity, the words were hollow. He knew that a few words of comfort would not solve Shaoan's problem, and if what Shaoan lacked was food, then he, Jin Junwu, had the ability to help this young friend. Although Sun Shaoan was in a bad mood, he could not refuse Junwu's request. He promised to go to his second father that day.
Ha ah, this Sun Yuting really became a character! He has just kicked out a good man from Shuangshui Village, and another good man has come to his door to beg him to come.
Yuting's waistband is really very hard. He inhaled the paper cigarette of Shaan, and took the board to listen to his nephew to say good words to him.
"I don't agree! That's the word! You don't give me clear rice soup again!" Sun Yuting interrupted Shao An with great vigor. If not so long ago, when Shao An was red hot and bustling, he would never dare to be so stiff with his nephew - at that time, it was he who was begging for his nephew. But now, you Shaoan boy is not as good as me! I'm poor? I'm not in debt!
What qualifications do you have to teach my son when you owe a bunch of debts behind your ass? "You don't have to intercede for Jin Junwu kid anymore! You can't even pick up your own defecation, you don't need to talk about other things first, your mom's forty dollars of work money we are still waiting for miles! You'd better give us the money first, and then worry about the matter of the two sides of the world!"
Sun Yuting spoke to his formerly revered nephew with the demeanor of a debtor.
Sun Shao'an was so angry that his lips trembled. He did not expect that even the incompetent second father does not take him seriously anymore.
Alas, perhaps in everyone's eyes, has determined that he Sun Shaoan in this life can no longer climb up. If this is the case, what is the need for people to respect a person who is weak in life?
Sun Shao'an saw that he was not capable of convincing the crazy second father, so he had to walk out of the broken walled courtyard with a sullen face. He swallowed hard to spit, the knot in the throat bone in the non-stop up and down slide. He didn't care about his second father's excessively harsh words, but was more saddened by his own situation. Alas, he, Sun Shaoan, was now powerless! Shaoan down the second father's home of the small slope, halfway just bumped into the water Sun Weihong. He stopped his sister and asked about her attitude towards her marriage. Weihong was very opinionated and told her big brother that she was determined to marry Jin Qiang.
Sun Shaoan was greatly moved. He did not think that his two parents like that, but gave birth to such a good doll. Shaoan felt that Wei Hong sister in the bones of the Sun family's kind of hard power.
He then gave his sister the idea to say: "This is your own thing, no matter what attitude your father and your mother, as long as you are resolute, you will act according to your ideas! You know, marriage is free, when the time comes no one can stop you!"
Wei Hong wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes and nodded seriously to his big brother. Sun Shaoan walked out of Tianjia圪ao, dripped across the Dongla River, and went directly to Jinjiawan to report to Junwu that his efforts had yielded no results.
So, this marriage was temporarily put on hold ...... shortly after the winter solstice, the solar calendar 1982 is about to end a few days, with the arrival of large-scale cold flow in Siberia, the Loess Plateau fell the first snow. The snow fell for one day and two nights, the earth and villages were covered with thick snow. Birds and animals were extinct in the fields, and all was silent. Every house is closed, only the chimney of the kiln roof rises a column of heavy and dull cooking smoke. Wild dogs spit out their blood-red tongues, spraying white mist from their mouths and running on the snow. There is no place to look for food sparrows crowded under the eaves of the kiln, hungry chattering and screaming ......
The snow stops that windless morning, the village people go out, see Jin Junwu and nephew Jin Qiang, black cotton jacket buttons hanging red cloth, from the snow-covered temple ping walk over, no matter bump into the adults or dolls, are kneeling down to kowtow on the The first head. People look toward the north end of the Jinjiawan, see Junwu family wall, inserted a dozen white years old paper.
All the people immediately understand: it is the old Mrs. Jin died!
The death of Mrs. Kim means that a generation of people in this ancient village will soon disappear. The only person left from that generation is Sun Yuhou's old mother, who is now a survivor.
No matter how many bad deeds the old woman's descendants had, she herself and Mr. Jin, who has been dead for many years, have always been treated with common respect. Their good virtues have even been confirmed by the whole of the Dongla River valley.
As a result, all the families of Shuangshui Village have shown sincere mourning for the old lady's death. People scrambled to hit the grave; happy to help the Jin family to organize this funeral.
The villagers of other surnames who helped, the people on the old lady's mother's door, and other relatives of the Jin family, all flocked to Jin Junwu's yard one after another. Of course, all the people surnamed Jin on this side of Jinjiawan have become involved in the incident.
The JW's house is too small, and two of the kilns are full of grain; two of his brother's kilns have been seized by the Public Security Bureau. As a result, many of the specifics of the funeral had to be dispersed throughout Jin Jiawan. Jin Junshan and his son were hired as the chief cooks. The first is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're getting into," he said.
Jin Junwu decided without hesitation that he would bury his mother in accordance with the highest rules of rural customs, and that his mother's funeral must be conducted in a solemn manner as the family was already in bad luck; to show the world that the Jin family was still prosperous!
Needless to say, the entire Jin family will be guests; outsiders will also invite one person from each family to sit at the table. This is equal to entertaining the whole village to eat and drink. Fear not, he Jin Junwu has plenty of food!
Many families on this side of Jinjiawan are grinding rice and flour for Mrs. Jin's funeral. In the courtyard of Guanghui's house, five or six people are killing pigs and slaughtering sheep. Mr. Yin and Yang, who was invited from Mijia Town, is making paper fire at Jin Junhai's house. Jinbo's mom is busy serving this "saint" for five meals a day, and their kang and box cover are full of papier-maché houses, courtyards, mills, class streamers, citation streamers, and boys and girls.
At the same time, in the ancestral tomb of the Jin family, the gravedigger dug up the mound of Mr. Jin, and put the bones of Mr. Jin into a small wooden coffin, ready to be buried with the old lady.
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The villagers who came to offer their condolences just sent some incense and burned paper; the younger ones kneeled down and kowtowed.
The day before the burial, relatives, the Jin family of the whole family of adults and dolls and all invited guests, from morning to night has been constantly taking turns to eat two meals that must be eaten. The first meal was the joint branded oil cake; the second meal was the "eight bowls" and soju. The next door Jin Guangliang brothers three kilns are all full of feast.
In the afternoon, a group of hired drummers came - after entering the village, they first let off a cannon. All the filial sons went to the head of the village to kneel down to welcome the five musicians who wore tattered cotton coats.
As soon as night falls, the grand ceremony of spreading street lamps begins. Drummers lead the way in front of the filial sons, all dressed in white mourning clothes, white mourning cap, hand on the mourning stick, real and fake cries into a piece of sound; they followed the drummers, from the door of the courtyard of the home of the Jin Junwu, along the path along the weeping pharyngeal riverside, towards the ancestral tomb of the Jin family. Many of them were holding lamps made of white flour in their hands, and when they walked for a while, they put one on the snowy ground to the right and threw paper money with their hands. When they return, they place the lamps on the other side of the road at intervals. At night, the street lamps on the snowy ground flickered like fireflies, and the scene was spectacular. Shuangshui village old people have been enviously discussing exclamation: Jin old lady gave birth to a really filial son, to the funeral more decent ah!
The next day before the funeral, and the famous "tour food on the sacrifice" ceremony. All men and women filial son, hand on the mourning stick, wearing hemp mourning in front of the old lady spirit interval according to the number of generations kneeling into a square. Still led by the drummer, followed by two three-fingered tray of fruit for the villagers, in the filial piety in the square line around. The trays are held by Tian Wu and Tian Pingwa, the former accountant of the first team. These two people left hand tray, right hand holding a white towel, with a twisted rice-planting song general pace, walking lightly, like in the performance of a program. Next is the "business talk". Generally speaking, this is the filial son of the most alarmed a pass. This actually means that the old man will be able to successfully enter the ground.
The so-called "business words", that is, by the deceased's mother's family of people interrogating the filial son of the old man during her life whether she was filial; or after her death, whether the funeral is to be done with dedication? At this time, the people from the deceased's mother's family, even if they were three years old, were all authorities before the filial son, like the royal family of a constitutional monarchy, sacrosanct. If any one of them interferes, the sons will not be able to put the old man in the ground!
Now, Junwu two seventy-year-old uncle sitting cross-legged on the kang, behind the other younger generation of "royalty", one can not help but put up a high style.
Kim Joon Mo leads the way and kneels on the foot of the bed rail. Behind him knelt his wife Li Yuling and sister-in-law Zhang Guilan. Pressing down were Jin Qiang and Junwu's two school-going sons and daughters. The other filial sons knelt from the footing all the way to the courtyard outside the door. The situation is a bit like a group of ministers kneeling to worship the newly crowned emperor.
Junwu first outlined to the maternal uncle's family to report on their care of the old man, which, of course, there are some necessary review. Then he recounts in detail how he organized his mother's funeral this time. Finally, he asked for the advice of his uncles; and if there was any dissatisfaction, he would do his best to make up the deficiency.
Next, the sons of the filial piety will collect their voices and wait for the questioning of the maternal uncle's family.
In this case, the family of the deceased's mother more or less always have to make some comments, to the filial son of the problem: commonly known as "shaking the deficit".
The head of the great-uncle sitting solemnly cross-legged on the kang, pulling the loose eyelids, like the old judge generally pondered and said: "Other well, not to say. Who doesn't know my sister and my brother-in-law's good reputation in the Donglahe ditch? Now, they are buried together, why don't you give them a dojo, so that the rites of life to sing the rites?"
The hearts of all the filial sons were thumping, they could not imagine that this old man had made such a high request. Jun Wu's daughter-in-law Li Yuling knocked her head on the ground and cursed in her heart, "Old undead thing! Let's see what kind of tricks you'll play when you're dead!" Jun Wu to the great uncle kowtowed three times, back to say: "should be done according to your old so, but we can not invite monks and Taoist priests around, to do the dojo, can only go to the White Cloud Mountain to ask Li Sheng, but the road is too far, do not know if people come ......"
His great uncle Close your eyes and say nothing - this is the same as rejecting the nephew's reason. Things seem to be at an impasse.
At this point, his second uncle coughed, twisted his head to look at his brother, and said, "And let's not make things difficult for the doll. Junwu for the fucking funeral, has done his best this we can see ......"
The second uncle is a man of understanding, took the initiative to excuse his nephew.
The great uncle was silent for a while, raised his eyes and said, "So be it, get up ......"
Jin Junwu and all the filial sons rushed to kowtow to this group of stern judges on the bed and thanked them.
After welcoming the mourning tent and sacrificial rice from the villagers, it was time to rise in mourning.
Eight strong men came forward to prepare to carry the coffin, in front of the two hand-held bench, in order to carry the coffin people on the road to rest when the spirit.
The son of the late Mi Yin Yang of Mijia Town inherited his father's business, and is now the most famous yin and yang around - at this time, he held a cleaver in his hand, walked to the coffin symbolically in front of the head of the chicken next to the cut, and then threw the old rooster that will belong to himself on the ground, turned his back and recited an incantation for a while in his mouth, and shouted: "Start the funeral!"
Three cannons boomed, drummers played mournful music, and the coffin was carried up by eight people. Jin Qiang carried the soul-attracting streamer to lead the way, followed by the filial sons who held up the lesson streamers and boys and girls. The next is the blowers, and then straight filial son hand pull the coffin on the fiber tent, crying all the way out of the courtyard door. The age paper and the old lady's life pillow were lit on the courtyard bank. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The coffin was on a programmed stop at the bottom of the hill, where the women burned paper and kowtowed, then returned to their homes and stopped going to the graveyard.
After the coffin was reopened, only the men stayed behind. The drummers also stopped playing music. The people were marching hard on the snow, and it took them a long time to carry the heavy cypress coffin to the Jin family's ancestral grave.
At the cemetery, yin and yang became the main characters. Filial sons are with feelings of reverence, by the young Mi Yin Yang with a compass to guide the coffin hanging into the grave. The slightest carelessness in one move here will, according to superstition, bring disaster to the generations to come. After the grave was piled up, Mi Yin Yang recited the invocation song: "...... Every day my son burns incense in front of the Buddha, and my parents ascend to heaven early in three years. Thousands of Buddhas born like, ten thousand Bodhisattvas grant cigarettes ...... ahha! Cinnabar borax abrasive sand ...... abrasive mantle Luo ah, mantle Mi Luo ...... Luo Luo Luo rice mantle ...... mantle Luo rice Luo ...... "Rice Yin Yang a read, a cross beside the grave, and then a circle, and to the mound of graves sprinkled with grains, the funeral is all over.
After the mother's funeral is all done, Mr. and Mrs. Jin Junwu tired to sleep for two days and two nights. From the arrest of their elder brother and his family to the death of their mother, they were caught in the middle of a series of events, and their bodies and spirits could not hold out any longer. They know that it was because of the misfortune of the Junwen family that their old mother fell ill.
Now, it's all over. In the couple's heart, like harvesting a season of crops, can be long out of breath, they left the only heart disease, is the nephew Jinqiang's marriage. In this matter, Li Yuling and her husband's torment is the same - they both love and sympathize with the poor Qiangwa.
But, unbeknownst to Mr. and Mrs. Junwu, things took a breakthrough turn with the Sun family.
A few days before the Spring Festival, Sun Weihong once again proposed to her parents that she would like to marry Jin Qiang; and forcefully said that, regardless of adults agree or not, they rushed to the Spring Festival to go to the Shiyohai Township Government to get a marriage license!
Needless to say, Sun Yuting added his daughter and the Jin family to a scolding, firmly opposed to the marriage.
But Yuting is strange, his wife no longer speak on the matter.
He Fengying no longer speak, not that she still supports her husband, but basically acquiesced to her daughter's choice.
Feng Ying has Feng Ying's thoughts. She and Yuting did not have a boy, can find a son-in-law in this village, old people also have someone to take care of their lives. Besides, although the three members of Jin Junwen's family have broken the law, Jin Qiang is a good descendant who can endure hardship and caress the crops-which is exactly what the couple lacks. With Jin Qiang, they wouldn't have to stoop so low as to beg the elder brother's family. More importantly, she already knew that her daughter and Jin Qiang had made a good match and could no longer block the marriage. She even held a mocking attitude towards the yelling Yuting.
When her husband was ready to pack up her daughter again, He Fengying had to tell Yuting that Weihong was pregnant! Sun Yuting was like being struck on the head with a stick, and was dumbfounded. Oh, my God! Who would have thought that his daughter Sun Yuting would do such a shameful thing? How can he educate the people of Shuangshui Village in the future?
Comrade Yu Ting should know, since he and Wang Cai'e "hemp paste" after the incident, he has long been unqualified to educate others on gender issues.
Sun Yuting fell down on his bed of rotten mats. He also knows that the situation has been irreversible. The daughter is pregnant with Jin Qiang's doll, do not let her and the boy married, who then want her?
Regardless of Sun Yuting's opposition, before the Spring Festival, Wei Hong and Jin Qiang followed each other to the Shi Ohjie Township Government to get a marriage license. In view of the situation of Jin Qiang's home, the understanding of the Wei Hong do not Jin family to hold any ceremony, ready to go straight from the Tianjia Oh Laos to Jinjiawan on the line.
In the village of Shuangshui a surprised murmur, Sun Weihong and Jin Qiang noiselessly live together.
Sun Yuting despite the pain, but the daughter is ultimately his own flesh and blood. Before the child left home, he turned up a red leather notebook in a pile of past study materials - this is the year the evaluation of the law criticizing Confucianism Shi Ohjie commune award to him. He gave this notebook to his daughter as a wedding gift and wrote two inscriptions on it with great talent: one red heart and two hands, and follow the party for generations.