My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Chapter 91 A letter from the tide on the Qiantang River, and today I know that I am me

The curtain hangs high and sways in the wind.

Wreaths are scattered on both sides of the dirt road.

Even though the sun is shining, it doesn't seem to bring warmth to every inch of air.

There is a little joy mixed with sadness, but there is endless sadness in the joy.

Walking all the way through the small road in the village woven by hanging curtains and wreaths, the old Taoist watched silently, without stopping or stopping.

Walking all the way to the door of Aunt Li's house, it was all white, and the new red tiles on the roof were dazzling. He paused, and didn't go in immediately, but stopped for a long time meeting.

"Master."

The old Taoist nodded, walked into the courtyard, found a corner, and quietly looked at the coffin in the courtyard.

The young man, on the fourth day after waking up, passed away.

"Hey, Gao Lin finally woke up in three days, tsk tsk, what a pity."

At this time, many villagers were discussing together, some of them had rushed back from other places to attend the funeral, and they didn't know what was going on, and someone beside them was explaining.

"The man who had been paralyzed for more than ten years suddenly recovered. He chopped firewood for his parents for a day, cooked, washed his feet, and made up red envelopes for his married brothers and sisters. He gave them ahead of time. The tiles were all rebuilt the next day. Yes, his mother felt that he was going. It is said that he stayed by his bedside all night. Today, just before dawn, his mother got up and opened the door. When she came back, she found that her son’s snoring had stopped. It felt wrong. My heart stopped beating..."

"This is too... Hey! It's a solid walk."

Hearing the villagers' discussions, the old Taoist figure flickered.

When Zhang Hao hammered the gong, he had already had a premonition when he heard Zhang Hao's instructions, but he was ignorant at that time, and after thinking for a while, he understood the deep meaning.

Now it seems that the kid probably knew it at the time.

I have counted my life for half my life, I have been a Taoist priest for half my life, and I don't know how many Buddhist rituals I have done, but I still can't see through that kid.

"Master, what do you think of this matter?"

A villager's voice came from the side, interrupting the old man's thoughts.

The old Taoist looked at the coffin with a rather complicated expression. After a long silence, he said with emotion: "I received a letter from the tide on the Qiantang River, and today I know that I am... a bully!"

All the villagers looked over.

Then the old Taoist said helplessly: "There is such an expert in the village, why invite the poor Taoist?"

The villagers were at a loss for words for a while, but they all smiled far-fetchedly.

"Master Dao, we didn't know this at first."

"Yes, if we know that the Zhang family boy is so powerful, then we really won't come here with you, and let you go for nothing. I'm sorry, Daoist."

"If there is such a thing in the future, just go to the Zhang family boy directly, and I will never go to you in the future, Daoist."

The corner of the old Taoist's eyes twitched, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

"Huh? Say Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao is here!"

At this time, someone in the crowd yelled something, and everyone turned their eyes to look at the door, and the old man did the same, looking at the Zhang family boy, with emotions in his triangular eyes.

At the door, Zhang Hao stopped there with an indifferent expression, and his eyes never showed any emotion. He watched everything in the courtyard quietly without any movement.

What can he do?

He couldn't do anything, all he could do was to be invited to the funeral, that's all.

From time to time, a villager with a black cloth pinned to his left arm came out and greeted him respectfully, and Zhang Hao also returned the salute one by one.

"Hao Zi."

Next to the ear, Gao Hai's voice sounded.

Zhang Hao tilted his head slightly, and looked at this tall and strong man in hemp and filial piety, his eyes were ruddy, and his eyeballs were bloodshot, as if he had just cried, and he lowered his head slightly: "Brother Hai, my condolences."

Gao Hai smiled, but there was no smile in that smile, and he looked up at a coffin placed in the courtyard: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The two remained silent for a while, Gao Hai pursed his lips, and said, "My brother...he broke the coffin behind our backs, and no one told us."

"I, I finally understand what you mean by what you said. I finally know... Huh, I finally know why my mother didn't let me stop my brother from working. He, he..."

Before he finished speaking, the man turned his head away, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Zhang Hao raised his hand and wanted to say something, but in the end he just put his hand on his shoulder and patted him lightly.

"My mother, my mother is inside, you first, go in first." Gao Hai secretly wiped away his tears, forced a smile and handed her a piece of black cloth.

Zhang Hao nodded, took the black cloth, pinned it on the clothes on his left arm, and stepped over the threshold.

There was no expected sadness, howling and crying, and no such sadness. Everyone was busy with the matter at hand, or stood aside and talked about something, and never approached the lonely coffin in the courtyard, just like Like Gao Lin lying in the coffin, he was always alone.

Go around the crowd and walk into the back room.

"Aunt Li, please rest first, we are here."

"Don't be exhausted, sister, take a break."

"It's okay, I'm not tired at all, let me come, you guys rest first, you will be busy later, don't worry about me, my son is not in the mood to leave, I should be happy as a mother, I'm also very happy, you don't know, before my son left..."

Aunt Li still had a smile on her lips, her eyes were slightly squinted, she was no longer wearing the new dress, but a white dress, and her white hair was casually coiled up with a chopstick.

He remembered that Aunt Li's hair was not all white before.

"Aunt Li, I'm here." Zhang Hao said without any ups and downs.

Everyone in the room looked sideways.

Aunt Li's face brightened, and she hurriedly stepped forward to greet her with a black cloth corsage in her hand: "Xiaohao, you are here, come on, come on, find a place to sit, you are today's Spirit Awakener, I will be busy with you later, so sit down and rest for a while."

A spirit person is a custom in Zhaojia Village during funerals, that is, when a deceased person goes out for a funeral, he or she needs to find a respected person in the village, or the most important outsider to the deceased person, to act as a spirit person.

As for Zhang Hao's role as a spirit person, his seniority and status are actually not suitable, but everyone knows the reason, but he is exceptionally qualified.

The people in the room quickly made room for Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao glanced at Li Siyu who was busy in the crowd. She didn't wear Hanfu today, but changed into plain clothes. She nodded and sat down without saying hello, watching silently.

Aunt Li is still busy, as if she doesn't know how tired she is, she still has a smile on her face, and she tells everyone that her son is "happy and mourning", and when her son wakes up, he chops firewood for the family again. I chopped a lot, enough to burn the house for half a year and a year, and filled all the water tanks, so I don't have to go to the mountain spring for the next month.

He also proposed to renovate the old house at home, go to the house to remove the tiles, help with the work, fetch water and wash her feet at night, and stay by her side all the time, listening to her tireless chatter...

While she was working, she was talking, and she didn't need anyone to respond, she just kept talking like this.

Seeing that many people were responding with smiles, Zhang Hao turned his head and secretly wiped away his tears. When he turned around again, there was a smile on his face again.

He didn't say a word, quietly waiting for the time to pass.

It didn't take long.

"Haozi, it's time to wake up." Gao Hai came to the house, handed him a copy of the words that the spirit waker was going to read later, and urged.

Zhang Hao nodded, got up and walked out of the house.

In the courtyard, several villagers who carried the coffin were standing on both sides of the coffin, while the rest of the villagers stood aside, looking at Zhang Hao together.

He stepped over the threshold, stood in front of the coffin, and then looked at Gao Lin lying in the coffin.

The pale face was completely bloodless, the eyes were closed tightly, and the body was wearing a shroud, and the body was straight and stiff.

It was the same as when he was lying on the bed before, so serene and peaceful, he didn't disturb others, and he was never disturbed by others. The only difference was that the corners of Gao Lin's mouth turned up, outlining a smile.

"Xiaohao, before Gao Lin leaves, let me thank you. He said, you helped him finish his obsession, let me thank you very much, thank you, Xiaohao." Aunt Li was supported and stood aside, Said in a flat tone.

"..."

Zhang Hao nodded and said nothing, his eyes still looking at Gao Lin in the coffin.

Then he raised his head and looked at the villagers.

The time to wake up has come, and everyone is waiting for him to speak.

"Gao Lin, the second son of the Gao family, his life..." Zhang Hao read according to the words.

After finishing the reading, he said: "Aunt Li, please take another look at Gao Lin, the coffin will be built soon."

Aunt Li's stooped body trembled, the smile on her face froze, her eyes uncontrollably looked at the youngest son lying in the coffin.

She still didn't cry, and there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, but the smile was much stiffer and a little more lonely.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Hao calculated that the time was almost up, took a deep breath, and did not delay any longer.

"Cover the coffin!"

Following his cry, the four villagers each raised a corner of the coffin lid, lifted it above their heads, and hung high above the coffin.

Then, slowly cover it down.

boom.

The coffin lid was tightly closed on the coffin.

"My son!"

At the moment when the coffin was closed, Aunt Li swayed and sat on the ground, the smile on her face was gone, the calmness was not there, there were only heart-piercing cries, and some just kept hammering with her hands. Landing on the ground, pounding her heart, all she had was white hair, but she wanted to watch her son sleep forever in the rectangular coffin.

In this life... we will never see each other again.

In this life, I will never be able to hear my youngest son call me again...

"mom".

"My son... son, mother knows that you are working to arrange the funeral, mother knows... mother knows that you woke up just to see us, mother knows, you don't worry about mother, you don't worry about your brother, Don't worry about us, mom knows, mom knows...My son, why did you leave like this, you are so cruel...Leaving mom so cruelly...Why are you so cruel..."

That sound was soul-stirring, like a heartbroken cry, echoing in the small courtyard.

All those who heard it burst into tears, their noses were sore, and the teardrops swirled in their eye sockets.

Zhang Hao's face was also a little moved, he suppressed his grief, and shouted loudly: "Wake up!"

"Drip and pull."

"Drip Tala—"

The sad suona sound and the ear-splitting gongs and drums sounded rhythmically.

The six villagers lifted the wooden sticks on their shoulders, carried the coffin and walked out.

Gao Hai and his daughter-in-law pressed the corners of their mouths tightly, letting tears drip from the corners of their eyes, and supported Aunt Li who was crying so hard, chasing the coffin step by step.

Zhang Hao stood where he was, watching all this, and sighed silently.

"Little brother."

Just at this moment, a familiar voice and a familiar smell came over.

Zhang Hao didn't need to turn his head, he also knew that the old man had come to his side.

"Daozhang, you haven't left yet."

The old Taoist almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, fiddled with the dust whisk in his hand, twisted his beard with his hands, and coughed lightly: "The poor Taoist is also invited to attend this funeral, and he will leave after attending."

"En." Zhang Hao replied without emotion.

The old man squinted his triangular eyes, looked at the young man who couldn't see through, and asked curiously: "Little brother, I can't tell, you really have some skills. After lying in bed for so many years, a vegetable person who can't be helped by anyone is really Let you wake it up with three hammers, awesome!"

Zhang Hao smiled, and then his face returned to normal.

The old Taoist asked again: "Then you knew what happened today when you woke up?"

"Is it important?" Zhang Hao didn't answer, but asked with a smile.

The old Taoist was taken aback for a moment, then laughed heartily: "Hahaha, it's really not important, it's not important."

"Today, the poor Taoist has been taught." The old Taoist turned around immediately, hugged Fuchen in his arms, and gave Zhang Hao a deep salute.

Zhang Hao helped each other: "The Taoist priest is serious."

"The funeral is over, and all the things I want to know are over, so the poor Taoist will leave first." The old Taoist waved the dust in his hand, raised his steps, and prepared to leave.

Zhang Hao said casually: "Don't the Taoist master have a feast here before leaving?"

"No. It's just..." The old Taoist stopped, hesitant to speak, and finally asked with his back turned: "Before I leave, can little brother answer my doubts."

Zhang Hao said: "Teacher please tell me."

The old Taoist turned his head slightly: "Before, the little brother asked me to calculate that divination, what is the reason?"

Zhang Hao was slightly startled, and replied: "The fox is married."

(End of this chapter)