During the orthodox years of the Ming Dynasty, there was a young man in the small mountain village named Wu, who looked dark-skinned and ranked third, known as Wu Sanhei. He is not yet married, the eldest brother and the second brother have separated and moved out, and he still lives with his parents.
Wu Sanhei likes to play with money, no matter where he goes, as long as someone plays with money, he can't move his feet. For this reason, my parents have said many times, but he can't listen to it, and he still goes his own way.
On this day, the cousin came to deliver the letter, Wu Sanhei's uncle died, and the day after tomorrow was the right time. The day after tomorrow, Wu Sanhei bought firecrackers and fire paper and went to his uncle's house with his parents. As soon as they arrived, several old watches were playing with money in the box, and when they saw Wu Sanhei coming, they shouted loudly for him to come and participate.
Wu Sanhei seemed to hear the summoning order, and ran to the house with his legs open, joining the ranks of playing with money. It is also strange that today his luck was particularly good, winning a hundred articles in the morning and winning two hundred in the afternoon. After dinner, he couldn't wait to play with the money.
After a while, the father came in and said to Wu Sanhei: "Old Third, the pigs and chickens in the family are still hungry, and on the big night, our old two have bad eyesight and can't see the road clearly, so they won't go back, you have to run, go home and sleep, and come back early tomorrow morning." ”
Wu San black mouth agreed to come down, but did not move. After a while, his mother came in again to urge, and Wu Sanhei reluctantly got up and left the house. He put the more than three hundred pieces of money he had won, tied it on his shoulder with a string, stepped on the moonlight, and hurried to his home.
Wu Sanhei's home is not far from here, it is only four or five miles, all of which are small roads at the foot of the mountain, with hills on one side and fields on the other. Tonight's moonlight was particularly bright, and Wu Sanhei was striding forward, with coins hanging from his arms, making a slight crashing sound, which was particularly beautiful.
Walking along, Wu Sanhei felt that someone was following behind him, and the footsteps were very light, as if they were behind him. He turned violently, and there was nothing behind him. An inexplicable nervousness welled up in his heart, he coughed a few times to embolden himself, and then began to walk forward again.
Not far away, Wu Sanhei seemed to feel someone behind him again, and a chill came from behind his neck, both like a breeze and like a human breath. He stepped up a few steps, then jerked his head back, and there was nothing behind him. Wu Sanhei muttered, "Hell yes, what's wrong tonight?" After walking so many nights, I have never been so flustered. ”
Taking a deep breath, Wu Sanhei stepped up his steps and walked forward. Although he felt as if he were following behind him again, he couldn't help but look back and trotted forward with all his might. Insist on walking two or three miles, and you will be home.
After walking for a while, Wu Sanhei suddenly heard the sound of coins, and the rope that had originally stringed money broke, and the coins were scattered on the ground. It's everywhere. He muttered a few words and began to pick up the money, putting it on the rope as he picked it up.
After a while, Wu Sanhei felt tired and sat down to rest. He looked at the rope, he obviously picked it up for a while, why is there less than a hundred yuan on the rope? After resting for a while, he began to bend down again to collect the money.
Picking it up, I don't know how long it took, Wu Sanhei felt tired, and sat on the ground to rest. He counted the coins on the rope, and strangely enough, the coins on the rope were still more than a hundred words, and there was still a lot of money on the ground. He took a deep breath and began to collect the money again.
Just rest for a while, pick up a while, rest for a while, pick up another time, and the coins on the rope will never be much, and the coins on the ground will never be less.
I don't know how long later, suddenly, in the village in the distance, there was the sound of roosters chirping. Wu Sanhei woke up violently, only to find that the sky was already slightly bright, and he actually turned around in place for a night. Looking at the coins on the rope, there are still only more than a hundred words. He quickly finished picking up the coins on the ground and hurried to his home.
As he walked, Wu Sanhei felt a headache. Knowing that something was wrong, he did not go home, and turned around and went straight to Mr. Yin yang's house. At this time, Mr. Yin Yang was still sleeping, and Wu Sanhei knocked on the door and shouted, "Third Uncle, open the door quickly, I have something to do with you." ”
Mr. Yin Yang opened the door, and Wu Sanhei talked about last night's experience. Mr. Yin Yang burned a piece of incense and inserted it on the incense case, causing Wu Sanhei to kneel in front of the incense case and prostrate three heads. Mr. Yin Yang closed his eyes for a moment, opened his eyes, and said, "You only care about gambling money, you didn't kowtow to the undead, your uncle blamed you." ”
Wu Sanhei was shocked, and then he remembered that yesterday he was preparing to kneel in front of the coffin to burn paper and kowtow, but he was shouted by several old watches, and he went to play with money upside down. Later, he was busy playing with money, forgot about it, and did not burn paper to kowtow. I couldn't imagine that my uncle had actually blamed it.
Mr. Yin Yang blamed: "The deceased is the eldest, since you went to the funeral and sent the deceased away, why did you forget to burn the paper and kowtow?" Hurry up and make it up. ”
Wu Sanhei thanked Mr. Yin and Yang, went home to feed the pigs and chickens, and hurried to his uncle's house, knelt in front of the coffin and burned paper and prostrated his head, praying: "Uncle, all blame the nephew for not filial piety, just play with money, you forgive the nephew's inadvertent transgressions." ”
It was also strange that after standing up, Wu Sanhei's head did not hurt anymore!
Folk funerals have always had many exquisite and taboos, which are unclear and unclear, and cannot be explained from a scientific point of view. There are some things that cannot be fully believed, nor can it be disbelieved. At least, when attending a funeral, the necessary etiquette and taboos should be paid attention to. This story adopts an absurd penmanship, which lies in borrowing things to persuade the world, and has nothing to do with feudal superstition.
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