Even though he didn't snatch the coffin lid, Fu Jun still held the other end of the coffin lid tightly without relaxing at all.
It looked anxiously at the coffin bearers, "What are you all standing there for? Come and help me, I'll give you an extra twenty dollars each."
Fu Jun had no choice but to ask for help from the coffin bearer who was standing there and remained neutral.
As soon as Fu Jun said this, the coffin bearers looked at each other, hesitated, and did not respond.
Fu Jun panicked and immediately increased the stakes, "Add thirty yuan, and I'll give each of you another thirty yuan."
Under the temptation of money, the coffin bearers were finally shaken and everyone rushed forward to help.
How could Xiaomei's family, with their meager strength, defeat these sturdy coffin bearers?
As soon as the coffin bearers came out, the coffin lid was easily dodged and placed firmly on the coffin.
It was no use for Xiaomei's mother to cry and scream there. They simply didn't have the strength to fight against these coffin bearers.
They lay on the coffin and pulled desperately, but since the coffin bearers had tied a hemp rope to the coffin, even if they used all their strength, they could not open the coffin lid with their bare hands.
Seeing that the situation had improved, Zhang Xiaoqin crawled there with a smug smile on her face, showing an expression of approval towards Fu Jun.
Fu Jun looked at the coffin, now covered and tied with ropes, and felt a surge of pride in his heart. He dusted off his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.
After a moment, he turned and walked into the house, and came out a few minutes later with a hammer and several-inch-long nails.
To be on the safe side, he decided to block the coffin to prevent these annoying women from causing any more trouble.
"Come, help hold it."
Fu Jun handed a handful of nails to a coffin bearer, and he took an iron nail and nailed it on the coffin lid. He hit the iron lid several times with a hammer, and soon the nail was embedded in the coffin lid.
"You—you're thinking that my daughter won't be able to be reborn! Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
Among them, there is a saying that anyone who dies unjustly will be filled with resentment and fear that the person will become a ghost and harm people, so they will nail the coffin to seal her soul forever until her soul is scattered and of course she cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Fu Jun probably felt a little guilty for doing this.
"Get out of here. What's your business what I do?" Fu Jun raised his arm and pushed Xiaomei's mother to the ground.
Xiaomei's family all swarmed over and started fighting with Jun.
"Hurry up and hold them back. If they continue to cause trouble like this, how will I be able to finish the job? If I finish it quickly, you can get your money earlier." Fu Jun quickly called on the coffin bearers for help.
These coffin bearers were really honest. As soon as Fu Jun finished speaking, they stepped forward to control Xiaomei's family, pulling their arms to prevent them from going forward to cause trouble.
One, two, three...
"You beast, you beast! If Xiaomei knew about this in the afterlife, she would never let you go. You will definitely get your retribution." Xiaomei's mother cried heart-wrenchingly and cursed, her eyes were red and her voice was a little hoarse.
But she could only vent her anger with her words, because she was being controlled by the pall bearers by their arms, and it was impossible for her to step forward and stop them.
Fu Juncai was too lazy to care about her and just kept on nailing her.
Soon, all the nails in the coffin bearer's hands were nailed into the coffin lid, and he threw the hammer aside.
"Let's go! It's time to go, hurry up."
At Fu Jun's command, the coffin bearers took their positions, placed the pole on their shoulders, bent their bodies slightly, shouted in unison, and lifted the coffin.
Xiaomei's mother was still making her final struggle, desperately grabbing the rope on the coffin, "Don't go, don't go, put my daughter down."
The coffin and the body were incredibly heavy, and once they had lifted it up, there was no reason to put it down. Furthermore, according to the customs passed down by the older generation, once the coffin was moved, it could not touch the ground again; it had to be lifted in one go until it was lowered into the grave.
Even if there were thunder and lightning, strong winds and heavy rain, these coffin bearers would not put the coffin on the ground. In their opinion, the tomb is the best destination for the coffin.
Although they saw Xiaomei's mother crying in pain, they could only sympathize with her in their hearts and would not change their actions.
In this way, the coffin was carried out of the Fu family yard and headed towards the grave that Fu Jun had dug for Xiaomei.
Xiaomei's family members chased after her crying. Xiaomei's mother had no choice but to risk her life.
She broke free from her daughter-in-law's hand, rushed towards the coffin at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and hit her head on the coffin.
"Mother..."
"Mother..."
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Her daughter-in-law and daughters rushed over and helped her up from where she had fainted on the ground. Everyone was calling out to her anxiously.
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