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Chapter 130 Brothers sharing wives
  Sharing wives?

When I heard this word that was a bit far away from modern society, I didn't react for a while.

It wasn't until Azian uttered the last sentence that I understood what it meant.

This is a specific clan concept in a specific region.

It is said that they believe that if there are many brothers in a family and they marry different wives, they will clamor to separate and live alone.

If this is passed down from generation to generation, the concept of clan will become loose and weak, and within three generations, you may not know the appearance and name of your brothers at all, which is not conducive to the accumulation of wealth and the unity of the men in the family.

So one day an ancestor came up with a way, that is, no matter how many brothers there are in this generation, they only marry one wife.

It is usually the eldest brother who serves as the wife's nominal 'husband' and the 'father' of all subsequent children.

As for the other brothers, they are only called brother-in-law by their wives and uncles by their biological children.

This can be regarded as the last fig leaf of this strange relationship.

If I remember correctly, in the miscellaneous books I have read, there is not only an introduction to this old custom, but also about which husband's house the wife should put her shoes in, and then she will rest in that room at night. 'Little common sense'.
  Of course, the book also says that there are some situations where when the eldest son in the family marries a wife, and the younger son is still young, there will be an age difference with the 'wife', and a situation occurs where the youngest brother-in-law is nominally the husband of his sister-in-law. one, but completely unable to exercise his rights as a husband.

In this case, if the brother-in-law is unwilling to accept it, he can give up his inheritance rights and leave the clan.

According to the calculation, the Tzu Ching girl is 60 years old and the sixth Taibao is over 70 years old.

It is reasonable to speculate that the age of these eight or nine Taibao should be between sixty and seventy. This age is the last batch of victims of this custom in the southwest region. It should be right.

but--

Isn't this not gossip? !

Why are you still acting mysterious and charging me a thousand yuan?
  Ah Qian had no idea what I was thinking, so he kept talking and gossiping:
  "Two Taibao Eighth and Ninety-nine have a talent for business. They were the first to clear themselves in the Taibao and became famous businessmen. They also have two sons. I heard that the daughter-in-law of Taibao Eighth and Nine was conceived only when she was old. This year it seems Already thirty.”

"Recently there is a rumor that the Eight-Nine Taibao is looking for a matchmaker in Changzhou to look after his daughter-in-law. He only said that he was looking for his daughter-in-law, but he didn't say which one he was looking for."

"You are so good-looking. If you go to Changzhou, you have to be careful."

Looking for a matchmaker to find a daughter-in-law, but she didn’t say which son she was looking for?
  I'm afraid that's not the case. I want my children to continue the way of brothers sharing wives!

Ah Chian ends like this, which makes it seem like all the gossip mentioned above was all for the sake of this last sentence.

I was hesitant for a moment, whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.

But I was grateful that he could remind me of this matter, so I thanked him and kept it in my heart.

After listening to it for a while, Ah Chiu's always gloomy face trembled, as if he wanted to smile, but failed.

After pondering for a moment, he puffed up his chest and continued:

"As for the Eleven Taibao in the back, he is my godfather!"

"Eat the dead and do the dead's work. The entrance to the hall is a funeral parlor in Changzhou."

"My godfather has no children, but he is still working in this business and eating this bowl of rice. As for the rules of our church, if someone brings cash, go to the No. 2 morgue of the funeral home and put the money bag together with what he wants to do. The notes about the incident were put together in the ninth row of freezers from the bottom."

"Then we'll go check it out the next day. If the money is gone, we'll take over the job."

"If the money is not taken away, it means the idea is bad, and we won't do it."

funeral parlor?
  Dead man's trade? My mind was racing, and almost instantly, I understood what Ah Qian was relying on, the middle-aged man he killed on the green leather train.

It should be a thin line.

There is a kind of person in the funeral industry of a funeral home, who was called a coroner in the old days.

In modern times, they are also called embalmers and undertakers, and they also have other names, but among countless names, the second uncle seems to prefer to call them embalmers.

I remember that my second uncle’s notes contained such a short story——

It was said that when he was young, he once took a bus with someone.

The bus was driving through the winding mountain road. It was really like a sow wearing eighteen layers of silk stockings, one set after another. It was bumpy and dizzy, and he almost vomited out his bile.

When he was so dizzy, the second uncle sat at the front and took advantage of the air outlet to blow the air. But coincidentally, at this time, he saw through the rearview mirror that there was a person in the last row of the bus carrying a large basket. A middle-aged man with his straw hat lowered.

Of course, the middle-aged man is not the point. The big basket in his arms with a small hole exposed in the bumpy mountain road is the point.

The second uncle was sure that he was not mistaken at all. The top of the big basket was a bloodless severed hand!

The second uncle thought that he was too uncomfortable with motion sickness, so he looked away, so he stared at it several times and finally confirmed his judgment——

Just corpses.

Moreover, there were baskets of broken corpses whose pieces were no bigger than a palm.

The second uncle suddenly became energetic. When the middle-aged man got out of the car, he also picked up the sword in his arms and followed the middle-aged man out of the car.

I thought the other party was some heinous murderer, but in the end I found out that I had made an own mistake.

That middle-aged man was the undertaker invited by the family of the corpse.

He took the money and brought the body back to this family.

According to the second uncle, these undertakers are not only responsible for the process of encoffining and funeral ceremonies, but most of the time, they are also responsible for sorting out the remains and repairing the severely damaged body.

And often those corpses that are too badly damaged are useless by simply piecing them together.

Usually a thin thread unique to this industry and more professional tools are used to sew and patchwork.

People who can make a living in this profession usually not only have strong psychological qualities and abilities, but are also extremely good at cutting the flesh with thin threads after using their profession as a tool.

Because when transportation was not so developed, embalmers usually had to travel for a long time to collect a body that had been putrefying for who knows how long and no one wanted to touch it.

The corpses are a mess, and as an embalmer is an old and lonely profession that usually has no heirs, there is usually only one person present, so there is no way to share the burden. In addition, if you carry the corpse on your back, you will not only hurt yourself, but also easily scare passers-by.

So some senior undertakers came up with the idea of ​​cutting the body into pieces first, transporting it to a convenient place for splicing, and then assembling it.

As for why thin threads were used, the second uncle did not say.

But I guess that if a knife or an ax is used to chop a corpse, not to mention the energy consumed and the damage to the corpse, just the horror of things being splashed on the body, probably 80% of people will think that the embalmer is the That murderer.

　I'm sleepy, I'm really sleepy. I fell asleep, my dears. I'm late for the next two chapters. Don't ask me why my schedule is so strange. The question is that I always feel that I still have time during the day, and I feel more motivated to work on the manuscript at night (x)

　　
  　
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