Chapter 319 Funeral and Burial

Chu Yue looked towards the source of the sound and saw a tall bamboo pole with a white sail hanging on it. White paper cut into the shape of copper coins was thrown towards the sky, and one by one it fell with the wind and scattered all over the ground.

"Dad, have a safe journey."

The middle-aged man cried, wiped his tears, scattered white copper coins, and shouted.

This is a funeral.

Zhao Dahu whispered, "That's the village chief's house."

The village chief lay in bed for three days after dying of poisoning. The cause of the poisoning was finally investigated and a ritual was performed last night. Today, he can finally be buried.

"Dad, go ahead and rest assured. Your son will take good care of the family."

Shouts, cries, suonas, gongs...

All the sounds intertwined together to form a sad funeral music. This was the last journey of a person. Led by Bai Fan, the funeral crowd passed through the village and slowly walked into the mountains.

Watching this scene, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

Chu Yue calmed down and looked back at Zhao Dahu and Zhao Xiaohua, and found that the brother and sister had tears in their eyes.

Zhao Xiaohua said softly, "Grandpa Village Chief is a good man. He often sends food to our family."

"Good people go to heaven, and they will be blessed."

Chu Yue touched her head. When a person dies, it is like a light going out. There are many things that are beyond one’s control, let alone an accident like this.

Zhao Xiaohua looked up and asked in confusion, "What is heaven?"

Chu Yue said, "It means going to heaven and becoming a Bodhisattva or an immortal."

"If I become a god, will I never have to go hungry?"

"Yes, after becoming a god, not only will you never go hungry, you can also eat peaches. Do you know the peaches of the Queen Mother? After eating them, you can live for thousands of years."

Chu Yue never thought that one day she would actually talk about these weird things to a child.

But Zhao Xiaohua's eyes were too serious and focused.

With red eyes, she asked expectantly, "Then can my father also go to heaven and become a god?"

Zhao Dahu's father was dissected by Chu Yue. Even though Chu Yue sewed up the wound carefully, according to the superstitious belief of the villagers, the body was still not complete. It was retribution and he would suffer in the underworld.

These remarks inevitably reached Zhao Xiaohua's ears.

The little girl was young but smart. She knew that her father had to be dissected to save her life.

That was her best father, and Zhao Xiaohua didn't want him to suffer.

Chu Yue squatted down, stared at Zhao Xiaohua, nodded vigorously, and said seriously, "Yes, I will."

If there really is heaven and hell, the good things Zhao Dahu's father has done for the country and society are enough to accumulate a thick book of merit and allow him to enjoy happiness in heaven.

Zhao Xiaohua trusted Chu Yue's words very much and immediately took Zhao Dahu's hand and said, "Brother, did you hear that? The doctor said Daddy won't go to hell, but will go to heaven. He will become an immortal in heaven. From now on, we just need to look up and we will be able to see Daddy."

Zhao Dahu, a burly man, had his eyes reddened by Zhao Xiaohua's words.

He pursed his lips tightly and nodded heavily, "Well, Doctor Xiao Chu is so amazing, what she said must be right, our father will go to heaven and become a god."

Chu Yue looked at the brother and sister and felt a pang of sadness in her nose.

She asked, "When are you planning to hold your funeral? Do you need my help?"

Zhao Dahu shook his head. "Doctor Xiao Chu, you've helped us so much. We can't trouble you anymore. In two days, I'll make sure Dad is buried with all the splendor he deserves."

Zhao Dahu needs two days because he needs to use these two days to make a coffin.

Their family was not well off. In order to support Zhao Dahu, his father sold all his coffin boards in exchange for food in the early years.

Zhao Dahu has nothing special but great strength.

He went up the mountain to chop trees and split wood. After two days, his hands were covered with blisters. Even though he was bleeding, he did not stop and kept hammering and splitting.

Chu Yue stayed in the village for the past two days and stayed at Doctor Zhou's house.

She took Doctor Zhou's pulse every day, but unfortunately, Doctor Zhou's condition did not improve. He was unconscious for longer and longer periods of time, and his condition was getting worse. When he was barely awake, he couldn't even eat rice porridge. Instead, he was worried that Chu Yue didn't understand something, so he supported his tired body to explain to Chu Yue.

During this period, people in the village were also handling the funeral affairs one after another. The village chief's family, the village party secretary's family... all the elderly people who died of poisoning were buried, leaving only Zhao Dahu's family.

When Chu Yue went to check on Zhao Xiaohua's condition, she gave Zhao Xiaohua some topical medicine and gauze to bandage the wound.

"Xiaohua, your brother's hand is bleeding. First, apply some medicine powder on it, then wrap it with gauze, like this..." Chu Yue taught step by step, "Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I will."

After Zhao Xiaohua learned it, she ran over and pulled Zhao Dahu's hand, asking Zhao Dahu to stop and rest and bandage the bleeding wound on his hand.

Zhao Dahu would feel embarrassed and refuse Chu Yue's kindness, but Zhao Xiaohua's worried look made it impossible for Zhao Dahu to refuse.

"Brother, does it hurt?" Zhao Xiaohua grabbed Zhao Dahu's big hand full of wounds with her small hand and blew gently towards his palm.

Zhao Dahu's face was covered in sweat. He was exhausted but still managed to smile. "It doesn't hurt. To reassure Dad, I must work harder."

Just like that, out of nothing, Zhao Dahu made a brand new coffin with his own hands.

The wood of the coffin was not used well, but it was all his intention.

So on Chu Yue's fourth day in the village, which was also the seventh day after the death, Zhao Dahu's father was finally buried.

Zhao Dahu's father had a good reputation in the village. Many villagers had received kindness from the old man, so on the day of his funeral, some people sent food, some sent sacrificial supplies, and some sent "gold, silver and treasures". The funeral procession was very long.

Zhao Dahu and Zhao Xiaohua walked at the front of the group. They couldn't afford a suona player, so Zhao Dahu kept shouting, "Dad, come with me. Your son will see you off."

A long line slowly went up the mountain.

Perhaps he sensed something, Dr. Zhou woke up very early that day. His chaotic mind was unusually clear, and he asked Chu Yue if Zhao Dahu's father was going to be buried?

Chu Yue said, "Yes, today."

Doctor Zhou coughed a few times and whispered, "I saw him come to say goodbye to me, asking me to take good care of his son and daughter... Unfortunately, I can't do that. Chu girl, after I die, you can take the prescriptions and medical books. I'll leave everything else to these two siblings. Please convey this to them."

"Doctor Zhou, please don't be so discouraged. It may not be certain..."

Doctor Zhou shook his head and stopped Chu Yue from speaking. They were all doctors and couldn't lie to him.

Afterwards, Dr. Zhou soon fell into a coma again, and Chu Yue went out to see Dr. Zhou's father off for the last time.