However, no one knew about this except the old lady and her.
The old man couldn't speak anymore. The old lady definitely wouldn't give the money to the old man for medical treatment. She wanted to leave those good things to her two sons. Why would she waste the money when the old man is in this state?
When the villagers heard this, they also advised Chen Laoer: "That's right, if you really have money, your old man and old lady can still avoid going to the hospital for treatment."
"Forget going to the county hospital. Even the medicine prescribed by the village doctor is too expensive for the old man and old woman in your family to afford."
"Of course, if there is really money, can Ye Zi support them both?"
"Chen Laoer, who told you that your parents are rich?" Could it be that what happened yesterday was that Chen Laoer forced the old lady to give him money, but the old lady didn't want any?
Chen Laoer moved his mouth but didn't say anything. He couldn't say that his eldest brother sent money home every month, right? He definitely couldn't say that. His mother had said that no one in the village knew about it.
If that little girl knew that her father sent money home every month, what would she do with the money?
"You wouldn't guess that, would you?"
"What do you think? I guess you don't really take it seriously, do you?"
Chen Ye said weakly, "Second Uncle, I remember that every time you came back, grandma would give you a lot of money. Is that money gone now?"
"What? Mr. Chen hasn't come back in eight lifetimes, and now he's asking the old couple for money?"
Chen Ye nodded. "My grandparents told me that all the money in the house belongs to my second uncle, and told me not to worry about it. I only know that my grandparents would give money to my second uncle, but I really don't know where the money is kept."
"It probably is. The medicine Grandpa Luo prescribed was only fifty cents. My grandma said we don't have enough money to buy medicine, so that's why grandpa and grandma don't take it."
"Chen Lao Er, didn't you ask the old lady for money yesterday? The old lady had no money, so you grabbed her, right?"
When Chen Lao Er heard someone mention what happened yesterday, he seemed to wake up instantly and quickly explained, "No, no, I just went to see my mother yesterday. She suddenly grabbed my hand and I was startled. I subconsciously shook her off. I didn't mean to do that."
Chen Laoer was also worried. He seldom came back, so every time he came back he would think about asking for more money. Could it be that he had spent all the money that his eldest brother mailed back?
Then where will he get money in the future?
Chen Laoer didn't know what he was thinking about, his eyes lit up, and he quickly lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.
How could he forget that as long as he kept his parents' affairs a secret, he could continue to receive the pension money mailed back by his eldest brother every month.
Anyway, the eldest brother doesn’t contact the villagers and won’t come back. As long as he doesn’t tell anyone, the eldest brother won’t know that his parents are gone.
"That, maybe I remembered it wrongly."
"So, Captain, are we heading up the mountain now?"
Zheng Bing didn't even bother to glance at Chen Laoer, and waved his hand towards the back: "Let's go, don't waste time."
We need to find someone to calculate the date for the burial. Although this is not allowed now, the old people in the village still believe in it. Yesterday, we asked the oldest person in the village to calculate the time, and it is almost time now.
"Chen Lao Er, have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare yesterday?"
Chen Laoer was confused: "What, what things?" It was the first time his parents died, how would he know what to prepare?
As soon as he saw Chen Laoer's expression, Zheng Bing knew that his reminder yesterday was in vain. He thought that even if Chen Laoer didn't know, he would ask the old man next to him what he needed to prepare. This guy was only concerned with finding money?
"Ye Zi, do you have a clay pot at home?"
Chen Ye nodded: "Yes, I'll get it right away."
The funerals here are actually quite complicated, but those procedures are not allowed now. However, the most important part of breaking the pot is still retained.
Just like many people say, so-and-so’s family has no descendants, and when he died, there was not even anyone to smash the pot. They are referring to this pot.
Chen Ye didn't know why there was such a clay basin at home, but it seemed that every home with elderly people had one. She had kept it in the shed at the back. Fortunately, she didn't have the temerity to throw it away.
Taking out the dusty clay basin, Zheng Bing stuffed it into Chen Laoer's arms and said, "Alright, come on, let's carry the coffin up the mountain."
Apart from the fixed pot-smashing ceremony, the rest of the funeral process is simple. Yesterday, the team leader asked someone to go up the mountain to dig a pit. Today, they just went up and placed the coffin in the pit and filled it with soil.
As for paper money, paper figurines, and mourning wailing, these are all feudal remnants, and the villagers dare not do them openly.
Nowadays, people only go up the mountain to burn some paper money during the Chinese New Year as a form of worship. This is something that everyone tacitly keeps secret from each other and never tells it to outsiders.
Fengshou Village is a village with mixed surnames. During the years when the Japanese invaders were rampant, the situation here was very serious. Many villages were almost wiped out by the Japanese invaders. After the victory, they were merged together to form the current large village with mixed surnames.
There are no ancestral tombs or anything like that here. After the old people in the village pass away, they are all buried in a place on the back mountain. It is said that this is a Feng Shui treasure land that was viewed by a gentleman before liberation.
The cemetery is not far from the village. Maybe because there are so many graves here, it feels colder here than outside, and villagers will not come here easily.
When they got to the mountain, they saw that the pit had already been dug. Without much trouble, they just put the old man and the old woman in the pit.
An elderly man in the village ordered Chen Laoer: "Get down on your knees and smash the pot."
In fact, the pot-breaking should be done when the coffin is opened, and the eldest son in the family should do it. But this activity does not dare to be held directly in the village now. The eldest son Chen is not here yet, so now everyone comes to the cemetery, and the second son Chen can just do it as a token of his appreciation.
Chen Laoer knew nothing and just did whatever he was told. He picked up the basin in his hand and threw it to the ground. The clay basin was quite sturdy and rolled a long way to the ground without breaking.
Everyone who followed was disgusted. This mountain is all muddy. How could your pot break if you didn't throw it on the rocks? Didn't you see the rock right in front of you?
When Chen Laoer saw that the basin was not broken, he quickly got up and chased after it. He quickly asked the old man next to him to stop him. He gave a look, and the middle-aged man who was carrying the coffin just now stepped on the basin and broke it.
If the pot does not break into pieces at the first drop, it is not allowed to be picked up and dropped a second time. Instead, the coffin bearers will step on it and crush it directly, which is considered to complete the ceremony.
Chen Ye shook his head in his heart as he watched, looking at this useless Chen Laoer, who was really an outstanding representative of a person who could not do anything and ate everything without leaving any residue.
"Okay, Chen Lao Er, come here and fill it with a shovel of soil first."
Chen Laoer took the shovel with a confused look on his face and directly shoveled a shovel of soil and threw it into the pit.
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