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Near nine o'clock, the cook rode a fire tricycle and pulled a cart of large and small items to the gate of the courtyard.
The orange tree at the gate was cut down yesterday, and the sour orange has lost its meaning of existence. Because the great-grandmother who loves to eat sour has left forever;
After the orange trees were cut down, this open space became a temporary operating site for the rural kitchen. The stove was built with red bricks, and the chopping boards were made of wood. In just half a day, an "open" kitchen capable of making dozens of tables of banquets was built.
The "ceiling" was also carried into the yard. Several people stretched the ceiling together. (The ceiling is a kind of cloth ceiling, which is supported in the air and can block rain, sunlight and falling leaves.) Below the ceiling are tables, chairs and benches that are being placed. ?¡
? After one night, the family seemed even busier, and people from the village to help gathered here
"Teacher Huang, please come inside!" Grandpa very politely welcomed an old man about his age into the room.
Teacher Huang is a well-known "Mr." He needs to preside over the entire process of the funeral.
More and more relatives rushed over after getting the news, the yard gradually became full of people, and the feeling of crowding gradually increased.
? After each relative arrives, they must first go to the lobby room to burn paper for the great-grandmother, and as a family member, I will kneel at the side with my mother;
After the relatives and friends kowtow, we have to kowtow one by one to return the gift;
?My aunt and eldest uncle rushed over with my younger sister early in the morning to help the family receive relatives and friends together;
Lunch was fried by the chef, with eight dishes and one soup, and there were 10 tables full. are neighbors and relatives;
Dinner is very formal, we call it here: big night. The exact origin of the title is unknown.
It is carried out according to the banquet standard, there are traditional dry plates, tobacco and wine, and there are about 20 dishes for everyone to eat and eat well;
After the meal, the banquet was removed, chatting and playing cards, while I sat in front of the mourning hall, secretly sad;
"Ren Tao, go to bed early tonight, there are still many things to do tomorrow" my mother comforted me;
Although children are not very sensible, as a left-behind child, I already know too much about the world.
"Okay, what about you?" I was still worried about my mother and grandma, and my father who stayed up all night last night;
Speaking of Dad, I have to admire him. I stayed up all night last night, and today I didn¡¯t sleep for two hours, and I got up to greet my relatives again. Hey, if only I could share more.
? Tonight, Dad stayed up all night again. The difference is that both the eldest uncle and the youngest uncle accompanied the vigil; and there were two more tables of mahjong players
When the mourning and music sounded again, the day of the funeral finally arrived.
Before leaving, there was a ceremony, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, all the direct blood of the great-grandmother.
Everyone wrapped their heads in white cloth, wrapped their waists in hemp grass, kowtowed to the ground, and Grandpa and Master Yao were the two who cried the saddest.
As the most special existence in the group, my sister and I are particularly eye-catching.
Because we belong to the great-grandchildren, my sister and I don¡¯t wear white gauzes on our heads, but red ones, which is a unique custom here.
With the passage of time, the ceremony was basically over. After a few cannon blasts, the four people who had already been arranged entered the mourning hall and carried the coffin out.
The rest of the staff followed behind with wreaths and other items.
The solid wood coffin is very heavy, and a total of 8 people were arranged, with 4 people taking turns to carry the coffin. After all, there is still a long way to go.
After an orderly speech by Mr. Huang, the funeral procession began to set off along the main road at the door. Grandpa and Master Yao, one holding the portrait and the other holding the spirit card, walked in the front.
Immediately following was the coffin-carrying team, and after that, relatives and friends carrying wreaths.
My sister and I walked last, not because of anything else, but because our legs are short and we walk slowly.
Along the way, the suona craftsmen and the gong and drum team played all kinds of music non-stop, and there were special personnel lighting fire and firing cannons on the cut-off road to signal the funeral procession to pass here.
The team was very long, with hundreds of people in a mighty manner. Go straight up from the main road, pass by Liao's house, and come back from the small road.
The grave of my great-grandmother was chosen by the edge of the bamboo forest in my house, next to the stream. It was the location she chose herself before she was alive, saying that she could see my house and Mr. Yao's house at the same time.
The pit was dug yesterday, and after the great-grandmother's coffin was put down steadily, the next step is to cover the coffin with soil. As the descendants, at this time, it is the last time to see our great-grandmother in the true sense. Although it is only a coffin, the symbolic meaning is different.
At this time, the cry reached a level.At the top, the sad scene attracted the attention of the neighbors who were watching.
After the ceremony was over, the earth-covering began to seal the coffin.
The tears that had been shed before were squeezed out along the cheeks and slid down slowly.
?Great-grandmother really left me, a farewell today will be a farewell forever. In the future, I will no longer have a great-grandmother; and in my life, I will also lose an important relative, forever lost
Looking at the loess covering the coffin one after another, I can't express the feeling in my heart.
As a human being, no matter how powerful you are, you can't escape the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death.
The crowd gradually dispersed, no matter how sad you are, you will never be able to return to your great-grandmother.
Grandpa has always said to me, "Your Zuzu is 87 years old this year, it's worth it, don't be too sad for her, she is in heaven, and she wants me to be happy and live a happy life."
"It's a little regretful that I didn't see me grow up, get married and have children."
"But who can guarantee that they can live to be more than 100 years old? More than 80 years old, enough!"
Grandpa told me with a smile. Although there were tears in the corners of his eyes, the words were sincere, and I could tell.
After sending off the great-grandmother, I returned home.
At noon, it was the grandest banquet in the three days.
There are 12 tables in a round, and the seats are full.
Relatives and friends who did not sit down, find another place to chat or play cards, and wait for the second round.
It took a total of 3 rounds to arrange all the personnel.
The banquets and appetizers here are all "dry plates" with dry goods such as sugar, tobacco, melon seeds and peanuts. Each person has a small pocket, pack it. Cigarettes are two per person. Non-smokers can take it home with their family members, or don¡¯t give it to other people who eat at the same table.
After the appetizer, 4 cold dishes and 4 stir-fried dishes.
Next are 4 big dishes and 4 steamed dishes.
In the end, there are 4 stews, plus hard dishes such as fish and elbow, more than 20 dishes. The specific number depends on the strength of the people doing the work, and the chef prepares the dishes according to the negotiated price and the number of tables. Don't worry about taste and quality.
Chef Zhang is from the generation of his grandfather, and he is the one who handles the banquets in all directions, and the taste is not to mention.
Delicious meals temporarily eased everyone's sadness.
The atmosphere in the yard gradually changed from sadness to excitement. Between pushing cups and changing cups, talking and laughing.
I hope that my great-grandmother can feel how much you miss her, and have a good journey! My dearest great-grandmother! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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