Seven children and two women, grandson, nephew, great-grandson, a big family of dozens of people, the old lady died, the funeral day is not easy to choose, choose left and right, choose in the twelfth month.
Because of the business of a big family, it is not easy for the patron saint altar to last for more than ten days. Thousands of people eat, and one person is responsible. This involves two major events in Wu Peng, but it is difficult to break the old lady's children and grandchildren.
This tree has big branches and seven buildings. The old lady doesn't want to disturb her children. She lived in the old house of her former unit, and the children took turns to look after her until her death.
From the second day to the twelfth day, relatives, family members, neighbors, children's friends and guests come and go every day, and they are full of friends.
The hardest thing is cooking. At least four people eat at noon every day, and the neighbor's sister-in-law who comes to help cook is also tired.
Yoshinosuke, the land of the Central Plains, is much more exquisite.
When the old man dies, filial sons and daughters, especially filial daughters-in-law, can't cook and cut vegetables by themselves, can't use a knife, can't take scissors and tongs, otherwise it is disrespectful to the deceased, that is to say, taking a knife is to cut the old man's flesh, and cutting things with scissors is even worse. Someone else must do it.
The kitchen is seriously understaffed. Whether Jia Peng or Wu Jia, they don't need orders or tasks. Those who can do more work are tired. The man walked to the big steel furnace, the big iron pot, and the shovel was like a shovel. Fortunately, there is a big rice cooker to cook, which saves the big iron pot from boring rice.
From the first day to the eighth day, relatives and friends come to visit and mourn every day.
On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the earth was silvery white, and the weather forecast a few days ago really came true. The snowstorm came, and the sky was connected with the earth, and the earth was connected with the sky. The trees were covered with silver flowers, as if everything in the world was mourning.
Early in the morning, the Taoist priest came wearing snowflakes, set up a mourning hall, did things, beat gongs and drums, recited scriptures and played music for three days and three nights until the funeral.
On the tenth day of the tenth lunar month, the chef who caters for the banquet came through the snow step by step, carrying a big basket with spoons, shovels, kitchen knives and two deputy chefs. The shed was built and the coal stove was born.
Snowflakes flying, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, shoveling snow, building greenhouses and transporting. The cook shouted, "how about ... take it!" ..... bring it! " -It's really the cook on the stove, just like the master sitting in the lobby.
The old lady has nine children, and fifty tables need to be prepared for the banquet. Because of the weather, it was reduced to forty tables.
On the eleventh day, the snow on the ground was four or five inches thick, and the sky was still raging. The manager asked the chef to reduce ten more tables.
There are many guests, the room is narrow, and the banquet is held in the big threshing floor of the unit. There is a kitchen shed and four banquet sheds. A dozen people are responsible for protecting the banquet shed, shaking off the snow at the top of the shed and transporting the snow from one shed to another.
At noon, the guests are almost here, and the party is about to begin.
Old and young, men and women, carrying snowflakes, walked on the glass-like road and walked into the greenhouse.
In the shed, charcoal fire is red, and white wine and various drinks are on the table. The guests were seated and crowded, and the red hat was particularly dazzling in a white hat.
This is a rural area in southern Henan. When the old man died, his children and daughters-in-law were all seven feet long and wore white cloth on their heads, which was the greatest filial piety.
Other visiting guests are wearing white hats. The woman is a piece of white cloth as big as a hat, commonly known as a horizontal handkerchief.
The red filial hat is a hat worn by great-grandchildren all over the world. The more red mourning hats, the more respected the dead.
The banquet was going on in an orderly way in the noise. Snowflakes flying all over the sky, such as powder and dust, fell on the people who washed the dishes and disappeared instantly.
A series of dishes, pots of all kinds of meat were placed on the table. After the third meatball was served, the person in charge made a speech, and the filial son and grandson kowtowed to all relatives and friends.
A few dishes were not served, and everyone was full of tables and drinks, so the banquet broke up.
The female guests who got off the table quickly changed into the eldest sister-in-law, chef and assistant chef who helped the chef, and the waiter gathered around the table to serve again.
Although it was cold, it was done thoroughly and there was no lack of manners.
In the afternoon, Mr. Taoist and the band singer took turns to go into battle, blowing and beating, and you sang and I appeared, pushing the funeral to a climax.
It wasn't until the night 10, when the blessing field was burned, that everything stopped.
This night is a sleepless night for dutiful sons. At five o'clock in the morning in December, all the relatives and friends attending the funeral came.
The band played, gongs and drums roared, firecrackers rang, and dozens of cars, large and small. On the snowy road, the funeral procession was spectacular.
All vehicles are equipped with snow chains, and bulldozers have been sent to clear the snow and spread sand on difficult roads.
Nearly ten o'clock, the news came from the phone, everything went well, arrived safely, and the mourners returned safely!
People sigh: "Don't watch the new people get on the sedan chair, just look at the old scenery." The old lady is full of scenery.
The old lady was virtuous all her life, loved her children and was kind to her neighbors. This kind of weather, this kind of thing, is so perfect, which is the result of her practice on earth and the true embodiment of her children's ability and filial piety.
There is no better fate in life, scenery! Ostentation and extravagance!