Hong Kong Film: I, Ah Ting, Start with Business

Wang Ting nodded and asked, "What's going on at Xiangtang?"

A Dong was not used to pulling his tie and said, "The obituary was issued last night, and now the old man of Hengji and people with other prefixes are rushing over there."

"Then we have to hurry up." Wang Ting showed a smile: "After all, the one who died was our most respected sitting hall in Hengji. When all the guests arrived, it would be ugly if no one entertained them."

Adong nodded, then shouted behind him.

"Everyone, get in the car and go!"

A few minutes later, a huge motorcade with double flashes started from the entertainment city, plunged straight into the entire street, and rushed towards Xiangtang.

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Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the entrance of Xiangtang.

The door has been filled with all kinds of cars, not only that, but also all kinds of wreaths are placed around the walls.

"Deeply mourn Brother Min through the ages, and Meng Baifo respects him."

"Deeply mourning Grandpa Qiangu, Chen Xiaodao respectfully holds it."

"Sadly mourn Grandpa..."

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From the elegiac couplet on the wreath, you can see that many local celebrities are related to Grandpa, and there are many people who came to mourn!

Groups of people in suits and black cloth wrapped around their left arms gathered together and chatted.I don't know if it was fake or not, but they all showed pain, and told others how they met Grandpa.

Suddenly, the appearance of a group of people caught their attention.

The leader is the most famous 'Murder Ting', followed by his right-hand man, A Dong and A Xiang.

In the back, there were expressionless thugs who walked into the door with wreaths in their hands.

"Appeared, it's the murderer Ting."

Someone whispered: "I heard that Hengji's 'sitting hall' has recently changed, and he is the highest-voiced competitor."

His companion was stunned and said, "Now that the grandpa 'sitting hall' is dead, isn't he the next 'sitting hall'?"

Hearing their conversation, an old fox shook his head and whispered.

"It's hard to say, Grandpa is dead, but the other three uncles are still there. The murderer Ting has a good reputation, but the background is not a little bit worse than those three uncles!"

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Wang Ting ignored the whispers of the others, he came to the front of the wall, took the wreath from his younger brother, and then respectfully placed the wreath in the first place.

Left Lian: Deeply mourn the grandfather's age.

Right wing: Wang Ting respectfully pulls.

Some people squeezed out their wreaths when they saw Wang Ting coming.

"Calm down, let's endure this trivial matter. He is a mad dog who dares to provoke Xinji even if he is crazy."

"Yes, it's Hengji's 'sitting in the hall' now, so don't make trouble."

Hearing his companion's persuasion, the man pondered the pros and cons, glared at Wang Ting's back, and then sat down with a gloomy expression.

Grandpa's mourning hall was set up in a conference room. Wang Ting asked his younger brother to wait outside the door to greet the guests, and then led Axiang Adong inside.

As soon as he stepped in the door, Uncle Quan's voice could be heard in his ears.

"Congratulations to Wang Ting from Hengji's family!"

Wang Ting looked around and saw Uncle Quan nodding at him with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa is going well."

After speaking, he respectfully put the incense on the incense burner, and then stood beside Brother Yaowen.

Brother Yaowen's spirit is a little lethargic. After all, he was also a person who ran across the rivers and lakes with his grandpa. It is normal for him to be unable to accept his relationship for so many years.

"Brother Yaowen, did you sleep well last night?"

"How can I fall asleep when such a big thing happens." Brother Yaowen said, took out a black cloth from the table and put it on Wang Ting, then instructed:

"The people that Grandpa used to make are here. There are many big brothers in the Tao. Remember to discipline the younger brother and don't let them cause trouble."

After putting on the black cloth on his left arm, Wang Ting nodded.

After Uncle Quan distributed incense to Axiang Adong, he returned to the two of them.

"Uncle Quan, where are Uncle Tian and Uncle Jiu?"

Uncle Quan sighed: "They are greeting guests outside, Ah Ting, the younger generation in Hengji is yours to be on the stage. Take extra care today and entertain them well."

Wang Ting nodded: "Uncle Quan, don't worry, this is what I should do."

According to the custom here, after the obituary is issued, the next day after the guests come to the door to worship the deceased, the funeral can begin.

Before being entombed, a dutiful son is also required to wrap his head and put it into the coffin with his back to the sky.

Since Grandpa had no children, and the other three uncles were descendants of Grandpa, this matter naturally fell on Brother Yaowen.

Brother Yaowen naturally didn't have much opinion.

Strictly speaking, Grandpa is his guide, and sending Grandpa to the end of the journey is also what he should do.

After half an hour, the guests were almost there.

"Let's go out."

Uncle Quan, Wang Ting and Brother Yaowen walked to the outer courtyard and stood in the field.

Uncle Quan clasped his fists and said, "Thank you to all your relatives and friends for coming to see Brother Min on the last ride. Today's dead is the big one. Aquan, please stand up."

This is an important step in the funeral procession. After the guests get up, the deceased's family members need to burn paper for seven and a half, and go to the door to burn paper carts and paper horses.

This procedure is called 'Burning Down the Car'.

When the female relatives finished these things, the female relatives of the guests also held the hanging paper and put them into the brazier.

The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes. After the last guest's hanging paper was put into the brazier, Uncle Quan shouted.

"Get up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the low-pitched cries of the female family members suddenly lit up.

After the recovery, it is the burial, which represents the deceased to clarify the affairs of the world. In some respects, it is a goodbye.

So the cry at this time must be loud and clear.

Brother Yaowen came to the ice coffin, lifted the grandpa's head, and sent it to the coffin with the help of others.

Wang Ting stood in the crowd with a look of 'sorrow' on his face.

He lowered his head and glanced over there intentionally or unintentionally, and saw that most of Grandpa's body had already entered the coffin, and only the colorful shroud was left outside (cffe).

After the coffin was closed, Brother Yaowen picked up a hammer and was about to pierce it, staring at the coffin to death.

At this time, Wang Ting came over, also holding a hammer in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yaowen, let me help you."

Brother Yaowen was startled when he heard the words, then nodded.

"Alright, Ah Ting, Grandpa pampered you the most when he was here. You and I will send him the last trip to the old man's house."

Wang Ting nodded.

After taking the nail from his hand, Wang Ting aimed at the position and smashed it down with a hammer.

The nails sink inch by inch.

The coffin was knocked tight.

boom.

boom.

boom.

After smashing all three nails down, Uncle Quan glanced at the two of them, nodded, and said loudly.

"Funeral!"

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The cemetery where Grandpa was buried is also the place where the burial is very bright.

It is estimated that even Grandpa didn't think that after a long time, he returned here in another way.

The car crossed the mountain road along two rows of nanmu, and soon came to a grand cemetery.

The surrounding trees are shady and the scenery is beautiful.

And unlike the densely packed tombstones at the foot of the mountain, the tombstones in this cemetery are widely spaced and expensive.

Those who can be buried here are the great people who called for the wind and rain in their lifetimes.

The funeral car stopped in front of the cemetery, and the eight immortals who carried the coffin got off the car one after another, carefully lifted the coffin, followed the guidance of the cemetery staff, and walked towards the tomb.

The tomb was dug a long time ago, and there were two brilliant bamboo poles on the newly turned soil.

According to the local custom, once the deceased is buried, the coffin cannot fall to the ground until the tomb.

Before being buried, the deceased will definitely have to accept another round of mourning. Over time, there will be a compromise.

That is to use a bamboo pole to prop up between the tomb and the coffin. When the mourning is over, the Eight Immortals carefully push the coffin in.

The funeral procession of Hao Hao Tang Tang came to the tomb.

After people lined up to circle around the coffin, they placed their flowers on the tombstone.

After a while, the flowers in front of the tombstone were as high as a hill.

Wang Ting was looking at the tombstone in a trance, when Brother Yaowen's words came to his ears.

"Grandpa is dead, do you have any plans in the future?"

Wang Ting was startled, and he asked back, "What's your plan?"

Brother Yaowen couldn't see the expression on his face, he said: "Don't forget, in two days, you should run for the 'sit in the hall' of Hengji."

Wang Ting said softly, "Don't worry, eldest brother, I have already prepared."

Brother Yaowen did not comment after hearing it, just nodded and said, "A Ting, I can rest assured that you do things, remember, Brother Yaowen will always support you."