Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 100 People hate dogs
  Why is there no body inside the coffin?
  I paused and checked again——

It really doesn't.

I had already walked around when I came here, and there were no traces of digging graves or robbing holes.

Moreover, the coffin was also very complete, with no trace of any movement on the seven coffin nails.

Is this probably because there was no burial at all? !

There were many thoughts in my mind, no, no, there is still a pair of old clothes in this coffin.

And the fact that the paper man led me here proves that this place is definitely the place most associated with headscarves.

So the question goes back to the beginning - where is the body? Why wasn't he buried?
  There is no corpse in this tomb, where did the zombies turn? What did I see in the fields yesterday?
  Many thoughts were swirling in my mind. I moved the shovel, and finally took a deep breath, closed the coffin boards again, and filled it back with soil.

Grandma is not in the grave, and there will definitely be traces of her deformation. It is obviously not like she turned into a zombie and ran away, but it seems like she was not buried at all.

As my grandmother's only son, my uncle must have known why my grandmother was not buried when she was buried three years ago.

But my uncle and his wife are still within the fifteen-day detention period. With their current level of hatred towards me, they may not tell me the truth.
  I had a flash of inspiration and thought of another person. I quickly filled the grave and returned to Pingyang County.

Winter nights are particularly difficult. It’s only eight or nine o’clock, and the night wind is blowing so hard that my face hurts.

When I returned to my uncle's butcher shop with two bowls of packaged dumplings, the whole butcher shop was dark. As I thought, Bai Yaozu's stuff was completely unrestrained after his parents entered the situation, and he didn't respond at all. Home plans.

Bai Zhaodi is still the only one in the family.

When I walked up to the attic quietly, she was lying on the desk made of debris, doing homework. She seemed to have been out of school for too long, so she spent much more time thinking than writing.

The little girl frowned, flipping through the pages of the book from time to time to look for corresponding knowledge points, and then wrote down the words carefully stroke by stroke.

I placed the steaming dumplings on the Zhaodi table and whispered:
  "Let's eat first."

Bai Zhaodi was startled and was very happy to see it was me:
  "Sister is here again!"

I nodded, took out a bowl of packaged dumplings and gave them to her, and then took a look at her homework.
  Miserable.

There is no miracle that Zhaodi is a genius but was buried. The educational resources in backward rural areas are not good to begin with, and Zhaodi was forced by her parents to drop out of school for almost two years.

It is not easy to be able to write with clear water in one hand.

It seems that she will have to find a way to provide her with tutoring in the future. Otherwise, even if she begs Father Lu to let her go to a good high school, she will not be able to keep up with her studies.

I was thinking this in my mind, and after finishing dinner with Zhaodi, I got to the point:

"Amei, do you still remember what happened to your grandma three years ago?"

Bai Zhaodi drank every drop of the bowl of dumplings and the soup base. She burped a little and didn't ask any more questions. She thought about it and said immediately:

"Yes, grandma lost it during the summer vacation three years ago. A lot of people came at that time."

"I don't like grandma, so I remember it very clearly."

If Zhao Di, who had always been timid and submissive, could say the words "I don't like it", this old lady might not be easy to get along with, right?

I thought about it and asked again:
  "What kind of person is grandma?"

"Did anything strange happen when she didn't fall off? It's mainly about what you remember. Just tell me."

Zhaodi nodded and started from the beginning obediently: "Grandma is a very fierce person. Not just to me, but to everyone except Yaozu."

"You can quarrel with your parents when you eat, you can quarrel with your neighbors when you go out, and you can quarrel with the vegetable vendor when you buy vegetables. I have seen it with my own eyes. My grandma asked the vegetable vendor to sell beans to her for one dollar for five yuan. If she didn't sell them, she would overturn someone else's stall. "

"Eight or nine years ago, my grandma also let me live in the attic. Originally, I lived on the floor of Yaozu's room. Yaozu often complained about the cold, so there was a small sun in the room to warm up the fire, which made it much warmer than upstairs."

"And they often don't give me food."

"That's why I don't like grandma."

Bai Zhaodi counted the things her grandma had done on her fingers, and lowered her head as she spoke:
  "Sister, am I very bad? I don't like my grandma."

I touched her head gently:
  "It's not your fault. Just listening to your description makes me not like this grandma I've never met."

Bai Zhaodi seemed to be inspired and continued:

"So when grandma didn't lose her baby, I felt not only sad, but also a little bit relaxed, because there would be one less person to bully me in the future."

"But everything seems to be about the same, and I don't know if it's because grandma is gone, but my parents, who have never quarreled, had a few big quarrels."

I grasped the key point and asked:

"quarrel?"

At first glance, these two couples seemed to be working together. It was not unusual for them to sing and sing together without any quarrel. But why did they start quarreling just after the old man died?

Bai Zhaodi nodded and affirmed:

"Yes, there was a lot of noise and a lot of things were broken."

"My mother was shouting, 'Why don't we bury him, he's a disgraceful old thing anyway' and 'There's really nothing more embarrassing than this.'"

"Dad was scolding, 'You can't accept gift money without a burial!' 'And everyone is watching the joke, how can you do it without a burial?'"

Bai Zhaodi learned two shouts without any accent, and lowered her head in embarrassment:
  "I can't learn it. Anyway, my mother doesn't want grandma to be buried, and my father doesn't think he can accept the gift money if he doesn't bury her."

"The two of them argued for a long time, and finally said that they were going to find a place to erect a monument and bury him instead of burying him in his own ancestral grave, so they stopped arguing."

After the old man died, the daughter-in-law repeatedly mentioned "shame". Doesn't the son also want the old man to enter the ancestral grave?
  So the cause of death seems a bit telling, right?
  Could it be that because his son was not buried in the ancestral grave at that time, he felt unwilling and resentful?

I thought Bai Zhaodi had finished speaking and fell into deep thought. Unexpectedly, Bai Zhaodi continued:
  ".That was the first strange thing."

"The second thing is actually very strange. When someone dies here, it seems that they have to bury the body at home for six days, and then bury the body for one day at the burial place, making up a total of seven days, and then bury it."

"But when grandma didn't die, my parents didn't let grandma stay at home. Instead, they sent her directly to a mountain far away to rest her body. It might be a mountain. I'm not sure where she is."

It should be the hill I found. I nodded and heard Bai Zhaodi continue:

"Then it stopped for two days. One day when my father came back from going to the mountains, he hurriedly asked me for grandma's old clothes."

"Dad was very angry that day and kept calling me a bitch. It must be something happened to grandma."

"That's all I remember about grandma."

(End of this chapter)