He Dapeng didn't come back until after four o'clock in the afternoon the next day. A lean and lean man, in his thirties, looked like he was in his forties. The poor mountain life and sloppy appearance made people in this village generally look old.

He Dapeng's eyes were red and he had obviously cried, but after a day's journey, he had not much sadness left. Father He was in his 50s and 60s. It was not too early to die at this age in Yabu Village. As for death, he died. What's the use of crying.

He Dapeng started the funeral very calmly, as if it was the same thing when his father died.

Even Mother He, after two days have passed, her grief is almost gone, she is sitting in the coffin wiping tears that don't exist and crying like a song, really singing, the voice is high-pitched and full of rhythm, which is unique to the place The custom of mourning and mourning, the female relatives close to the deceased have to perform.

In theory, Jiang Gui also wants to perform, but she can't and won't perform. After she scolded a few useless trash, she was afraid that she would not be able to sing well, so she drove her to wash the vegetables.

Mother He's crying performance ended, her face changed as soon as her voice closed, and she immediately returned to her normal appearance.

The mother-in-law of He Laoer's family next to him picked it up and began to cry like singing.

There were lively crying and singing beside the coffin, happy chatting outside, and children laughing and playing.

"I'll go down and sell some goods, how could I know this would happen." He Dapeng patted his thigh excitedly, "If you know I won't go down the mountain, if I go to the field with my dad, my dad can't encounter this. That day When I left, my eyelids were twitching, and sure enough something happened." His expression was indescribable excitement rather than grief and annoyance, as if he suddenly became the focus, and it was difficult to suppress his desire to perform.

"When I went back and finished my work, I went into the mountains with a gun to beat the wolf to eat, bastard, dare to eat my dad, I smashed its nest and peeled its skin."

"I'll go with you. The wolf skin is old and valuable, and the wolf meat nourishes the body. It will be the New Year in two months. I need to get some money."

A group of people started talking about fighting wolves, and the vulgar laughter and scolding kept coming.

After crying and laughing, it’s dinner time. This dinner is the most solemn meal at the funeral. The coffin will be buried early tomorrow morning. Yabu Village still retains the custom of burial.

The solemnity of the funeral is reflected in the meals. There is meat and fish. He Dapeng borrowed money to buy it. He did not appear to be very filial during his lifetime, but after his death, he had to do a decent funeral to show his filial piety. Often a white matter is to eat the poor master's family. For this reason, the villagers of Yabu Village are still happy to do it. If someone's face is poor, they have to be looked down upon by the whole village.

In addition to the sumptuous meat dishes, there is also wine, the wine made by Father He himself. Father He also smoked and drank. He picked wild tobacco leaves to make his own cigarettes when he couldn't afford alcohol and tobacco, and picked wild grapes to make his own wine when he couldn't afford alcohol. Father He should never have dreamed that the wine he made became his white wine.

Jars after jars of wine were placed on the table. The men drank and ate meat in big bowls, and they were full of satisfaction.

He Dapeng took a sip of wine: "This wine is a little sour and a little bitter."

"Your dad's batch didn't make it well." Another villager answered, and took a big sip without hesitation. The wine he brewed is just like this. It tastes good and bad. It often happens that the brewing fails. error.

Drinking and drinking, drinking and drinking, punching and shouting, it was extremely lively, and there was no sorrow at the funeral, only joy.

The old and young men were drinking, but the women didn't. They sat at several tables with their children, trying to put vegetables into their children's bowls for fear that they would suffer less.

In the past, this village relied on exchanging marriages to marry wives, that is, the daughters of the two families exchanged for one another. Your daughter married my son, and my daughter married your son. Most of the elderly women in the village are exchanged by their families as goods to Yabu Village, gradually changing from victims to perpetrators.

As other villages gradually moved down the mountain and became richer, Yabu Village, which was stuck on the mountain, was gradually unable to get a wife, so women began to buy women. From the beginning of the 1980s to the present, in the past 20 years, have bought more than 30. There are sixty-five families in this village, and most of the young daughters-in-law bought them.

At this moment, these young women are sitting there, and being able to leave the cage and sit here means that they have gained the trust of the buyers, in other words, it is recognized that they have accepted their fate and will not run away.

Jiang Gui looked at them, and their expressions were shocking indifference, as if they were tortured to despair by reality, and only a body was left.

Mother He encouraged the eldest grandson to go to his father's place to eat. The dishes on the men's table were better than those of women. He Jiabao climbed off the stool and rushed over, "Dad."

He Jiabao grabbed the edge of the table: "Dad, I want to eat meat."

He Dapeng, who was flushed and flushed, picked up his eldest son and brought a piece of meat over, and He Jiabao grabbed it with his heart and stuffed it into his mouth.

Next to He Laoer smiled: "What's delicious about meat, a real man should drink, wine is better than meat." He said with a chopstick dipped in wine and handed it to He Jiabao.

Everyone at the table looked at them with a smile, and some people jeered: "Come and have a taste, it's even better than your meat."

He Jiabao is often held by He's father on his lap to feed wine like this at home. He opened his mouth with a sigh and held his second grandfather's chopsticks, and his brows were instantly wrinkled by the alcohol.

The people at the table laughed as if they saw something interesting, even He Dapeng himself laughed.

"Is it delicious?" He Lao Er asked He Jiabao with a smile.

He Jiabao said loudly, "It's spicy, and a little sweet."

Of course it was a bit sweet, but Jiang Gui was afraid that the herbs would be too bitter, so he swept away the alcoholism of these people and added a little sugar.

"It's okay, kid, and it tastes good." He Dapeng rubbed the top of He Jiabao's head vigorously, showing the relief of his successors, "I will also be a drinker in the future."

He Lao Er was proud: "There is no man in our old He family who can't drink." He also dipped a chopstick of wine for He Jiabao to taste.

He Jiabao, who was encouraged by the laughter, refused to come.

"It's okay, kid, don't be afraid of spicy food, come and take a sip." He Dapeng smiled and held up his bowl.

"Take a sip and take a sip!" The tablemate became excited, watching the fun without taking it too seriously, "Drink this bowl of meat and it's yours."

He Jiabao picked up the bowl and started drinking, which attracted a burst of warm applause.

It attracted everyone to look over, and Mother He turned her head to look over and scolded with a smile: "Dapeng is also right, he actually let Jiabao drink, so few people, don't get drunk."

"It doesn't matter if the wine is weak, Dapeng also stole his father's wine when he was a child." Second Aunt He said with a smile.

"No, this kid and Dakui were drunk and went into the haystack, but they couldn't find it no matter how much they looked. They thought they were taken away by wolves, which scared us enough." Mother He laughed, but she didn't mean to stop in the past. . Which boy in the village is not fed by his grandfather and father with chopsticks to drink wine, that is how the amount of alcohol is trained.

Mother He doesn't stop it, and Jiang Gui will not stop it.

He Jiabao is the most disgusting of the four brothers of the He family. The eldest son and grandson are the most favored. When the He family favors their children, they try their best to take them to the garbage.

He Jiabao is the one who repeats the study, He Jiabao is the one who takes the postgraduate entrance examination, and He Jiabao who has spare money to fall in love.

It is He Jiabao who advocates the online family search program. He Jiabao is the one who sells the worst in front of the public. He Jiabao is also the one who takes the anchor to block Jiang Lai.

He Jiabao is the culprit of Jiang Lai and Kaixin's car accident.

Jiang Lai and Kaixinche crashed and died, and He Jiabao couldn't get better.

Jiang Lai's will has long been established. A small part of her estate will be inherited by her husband, and most of her estate will be left to the Women and Children's Fund. The five brothers and sisters of the He family, including Jiang's father and mother, don't even think of getting a penny.

He Jiabao is already in disrepute, and he is guilty of indirectly killing Jiang Lai's mother and daughter. When Jiang Lai dies, even a large number of the keyboard warriors who accuse her will turn to sympathize with Jiang Lai and point the arrow at He Jiabao. . What will greet He Jiabao will be social death.

But it's just a social death.

The women are eating and the men are drinking. Some people who were far away took their children home first, while those who were closer stayed to wash pots and bowls and watch the night until five in the morning, and then carried the coffin containing the bones of He’s father into the mountain for burial.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done, just take it easy, you have to carry the coffin in the morning, don't get drunk." He Lao Er was older and more measured, and stood up to stop the anxious young man. The weight of the coffin is not light, so four young people have to carry it. Because the mountain road is not easy to walk and the distance is long, two groups of people have to be replaced. "I will drink it when I come back tomorrow, and have a good drink tomorrow."

He Dapeng also said: "That's it for today, everyone drinks this cup, and I will accompany you to drink it tomorrow."

After the host had spoken, the others stopped, suffocated the last glass of wine in a lively gulp, and took a few mouthfuls of rice pads to cushion their stomachs.

After dinner, a group of villagers went home to rest and come back tomorrow morning. Those who want to watch the night take out their cards and prepare to play cards for the night, or they are not too boring at night.

It was lively and lively, and those who didn't know it thought it was a wedding.

Jiang Gui hooked the corner of his mouth lightly, laugh, make trouble, there will be no chance in the future.

"Ouch." He Lao Er who was playing cards suddenly vomited.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?

"Second uncle!"

He Lao Er, whose hands and feet were weak and his eyes pierced with gold stars, slid from the stool to the ground, his body twitched like an electric shock, and what spit out from his throat was not just food but also blood.

The He family was so frightened that they were so scared that they were flying around like flies without their heads.The old man reminded me if he was poisoned by eating bad food.This is quite common in the mountains. If you rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, you will accidentally eat things that you cannot eat, especially things like mushrooms.

As soon as she was reminded, Second Aunt He remembered the earthy recipe of flushing salt water to induce vomiting, and she didn't wait for her to act.

"Ouch!" He Dapeng also vomited.

Immediately afterwards, as if some kind of switch was pressed, the vomit sounded one after another, and some people frothing and fell directly to the ground.