The Local Lazy Man System

"Teacher Wang, it's me." Ye Yaorong nodded and said.

"Are you visiting Teacher Wu?"

Teacher Wang asked. Teacher Wang didn't feel surprised that any student of his wife's wife came to see his wife. It was really beyond Teacher Wang's expectations that Ye Yaorong came to see his wife.

"Yes, it's a pity that I'm late. If I knew that Teacher Wu was ill sooner, I would definitely come and visit, but unfortunately, I was always a step late." Ye Yaorong said with some remorse.

"You are willing to come. If you know Mr. Wu Quanxia, ​​you will definitely be very happy." Mr. Wang nodded and said.

No matter what, it was just put in the mourning hall yesterday, and today the students from my wife came over to mourn her. Teacher Wang was very happy.

This shows that the students of my wife have not forgotten her. As a teacher, if there is no student to mourn her, it is a very sad thing.

"Well, Teacher Wang, I'll go see Teacher Wu first." Ye Yaorong said.

"go Go."

Teacher Wang said. After all, the death of his wife who had been with him for decades made Teacher Wang feel very heavy, and he was not in the mood to entertain Ye Yaorong.

Walked into the mourning hall and looked at Teacher Wu lying on the bamboo bed in the middle of the mourning hall, and looked at her closed eyes.

For some reason, Ye Yaorong couldn't help but tears came out of his eyes.

The bits and pieces of the junior high school era could not help but appear in front of my eyes. Teacher Wu's voice in class seemed to ring in my ears, so kind and so memorable.

"Fighting, fighting, you know fighting all day long. If you can put your fighting skills on your studies, you can pass the county No. 1 High School."

"Just know that you should sleep and study hard, what else can you do in the future?"

"Give me stand on the back wall. Be sober and clear, and see if you can still sleep."

"If you fight like this in the future, please ask the parents."

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Seeing Teacher Wu's cold body lying quietly behind the mourning hall, Ye Yaorong's mind continued to reflect the little memories of himself and Teacher Wu.

Suddenly Ye Yaorong discovered that with so many memories, none of the pictures he made the teacher pleased, they were all pictures that angered her.

This made Ye Yaorong feel very sorry. When I was in junior high school, I was too ignorant. I made my teacher angry. I wanted to say "I'm sorry" to the teacher, but it was already yin and yang.

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

Ye Yaorong bowed three times to Teacher Wu. I don't know if Teacher Wu can hear his apology, but Ye Yaorong still apologizes for being late to Teacher Wu.

Because today was the second day when the mourning hall was set up, there were no guests. Ye Yaorong stayed in the mourning hall and looked at Teacher Wu quietly, sometimes helping Teacher Wu's daughter burn paper money for Teacher Wu.

Teacher Wu's youngest daughter is two years younger than Ye Yaorong. Ye Yaorong has seen each other before, and they are quite familiar with each other.

"Hello. Come and have a snack."

Teacher Wu's eldest daughter-in-law walked into the mourning hall and said to Ye Yaorong. In the countryside, whether it is a happy event, as long as the guests come. Everyone makes a bowl of dim sum for the guests to show their enthusiasm for the host.

In fact, this is related to China’s dietary customs. There is an old saying in China that “food is the heaven for the people”. For thousands of years, the people of China have struggled with food and clothing, which makes people pay special attention to food. Many things are inseparable from this act of eating.

"Thank you, I'm not hungry."

Ye Yaorong shook his head and said. Looking at Teacher Wu lying coldly in the mourning hall. Ye Yaorong's mood was a bit heavy, where could there be any appetite to eat.

"Brother Glory. Just eat something. My mother knows you come to see her, she must be very happy."

Teacher Wu's little daughter said. When Mr. Wu’s youngest daughter was in junior high school, she was familiar with Ye Yaorong, because she was the daughter of Ye Yaorong’s class teacher. This Ye Yaorong took care of herself very much. He heard that she was bullied by a male classmate in the class. I went to my class and taught the boy who bullied him.

Until now, Teacher Wu's youngest daughter was still impressed by Ye Yaorong. Unlike at that time, her parents didn't like Ye Yaorong. This youngest daughter of Teacher Wu was a loyal fan of Ye Yaorong.

As long as she was bullied, Teacher Wu's youngest daughter would not tell her parents, they would tell Ye Yaorong, and Ye Yaorong would stand out for herself.

Even Teacher Wu's young daughter has the idea of ​​marrying Brother Honor when she grows up. Later, Ye Yaorong was fired, and the little daughter of Teacher Wu was still sad for a long time.

It’s just that things are unpredictable. They met again, but more than ten years later, in her mother’s mourning hall, Mrs. Wu’s daughter didn’t know that after her mother knew about her death, she was the first student to visit her and burn her paper money. What kind of feeling would it be like Ye Guangrong who hated her and made her headache.

"Really no appetite."

Ye Yaorong shook his head and said. Even if Ye Yaorong had a very good appetite, at this time, he didn't have any appetite.

"Eat some, it's all cooked, it's wasted if you don't eat it," said Teacher Wu's eldest wife.

"Ok."

Ye Yaorong thought for a while and said. After all, the dim sum for weddings and celebrations in rural areas is basically noodles. If the noodles are cooked, if they are not eaten, they will be very unpalatable after a long time. They will definitely be thrown out at that time, which is really wasteful.

...

After eating the dim sum, Ye Yaorong went to the mourning hall to help Teacher Wu’s young daughter burn paper money. In the countryside, someone in the family died. After the mourning hall was opened, the paper money should be burnt continuously. In the eyes of the ancients, people died. I will go home and have a look in the next three days.

There is a saying that the king is so troublesome for the little ghosts. On the way home, there will be all kinds of obstructions from the little ghosts. What should I do?

Money can make ghosts grind, of course, money can only be used to open the way, so this paper money cannot be broken.

While Ye Yaorong burned paper money, he looked at the mourning hall, and saw a portrait of Teacher Wu hanging above the mourning hall.

The word "Dian" in the next book, the left and right sides are high up with elegiac couplets, "The sad wind sheds the ground, the sadness becomes the eternal formula, the life and death is difficult to give up."

There is an offering table in front of the mourning hall, on which sacrifices such as fruit are placed, and incense candles are burning on both sides. Teacher Wu's spiritual bed is placed behind the altar.

There is an oil lamp burning on the altar table of the mourning hall. This lamp is called the "eternal lamp" and cannot be extinguished. The guardians used to refuel from time to time without extinguishing the oil lamp, but now there are extra-large candles that can burn for several days. People don't have to cheer often.

In addition to these, the "Death Mantra" is played cyclically in the mourning hall. The monk was not asked to sing it, but it was automatically played on a tape recorder.

In Wenzhou, people who cannot be cremated immediately after death must be placed in the mourning hall three or seven days later. It can be cremated, because in the eyes of Huaxia people, after death, they will go home and have a look at them within three days. If they can't see their body, they will be unhappy and will not find their way home.

These three or seven days. There is no need to ask a mage to come over and sing lyrics, as long as the family guards the spirit. But after the cremation, the mage should be invited to recite the scriptures.

In Yangping County, Minzhou, people usually ask five masters to sing lyrics. If you have a good family background, you have to invite nine masters to sing lyrics. The cost of this master is very high. Generally, the cost of one master per day is 800 to 1,000.

Generally, after a dead person is cremated, a mage must be asked to sing lyrics for three days. Basically, the cost for one day is at least four thousand, and the mage’s money is required for three days. It will cost more than 10,000, which does not include the red envelope money.

Therefore, the income of the lyricists in the Yangping area of ​​Minzhou is very considerable, but not all the masters have business every day. Some can only receive three or five orders a month, and there is usually nothing to do at home.

These lyricist masters. Ye Rongrong hasn't figured out which Taoist school they belong to. They don't have a gymnasium. They usually stay at home. When someone is looking for it, a group of people will wear Taoist clothes and sing words to the dead.

"Brother Honor, thank you." Teacher Wu's daughter thanked Ye Honor.

"Thank me for what?"

Ye Yaorong looked at Teacher Wu's daughter strangely and asked.

"Thank you for visiting my mother. I really didn't expect you to come to see my mother."

Teacher Wu's daughter said. Now Teacher Wu's daughter is already married, and is already the mother of a child, and she won't have the naive idea of ​​marrying Brother Glory when she grew up.

Today, Teacher Wu’s daughter is sincerely grateful to Ye Yaorong. After all, when she was in junior high school, her mother treated Ye Yaorong badly and often punish him.

But this Ye Yaorong didn't remember anything wrong. He also came to mourn his mother and burned paper money in the mourning hall.

It's really hard to find a person like this.

"Teacher has passed away, I don't know if I don't know, I know, I will definitely come over, the teacher's kindness is as heavy as a mountain, I still understand the truth." Ye Yaorong said.

"Thank you, no matter what, thank you." Teacher Wu's daughter said to Ye Yaorong gratefully.

...

After staying in Teacher Wu's mourning hall for an hour, Ye Yaorong checked the time. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon. He spoke to Teacher Wu's daughter and left the mourning hall.

"This is mine. My name is Ye Yaorong. I am a student of Teacher Wu. This is another student of Teacher Wu, named Dai Wanli. He is now in the provincial capital and cannot come back for a while, but he will come on the day of the funeral. ."

Ye Yaorong came to a table outside the mourning hall, took out two red packets and handed them to the person who received the gift money.

In the countryside, the host’s family must be very busy during weddings and celebrations. They simply can’t take care of them and don’t even have the intention to collect the gift money.

They will invite relatives or friends whom they have trusted to collect the gift~www.ltnovel.com~ Generally they will invite two people, one for the gift and the other to supervise.

After a happy event, the gift money is definitely not a decimal, at least 30,000 to 50,000 yuan, so much money, no one is supervising, the host is not at ease.

Of course, the person who receives the gift must record the name of the person who gave the gift one by one, how many gifts were given, and how many gifts were returned.

When the happy event comes over, this book and money will be locked in a small wooden box and handed over to the host intact.

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