In the raging fire, the widow Li Yilian was tied to death like a silkworm pupae in the middle of the torch, and in front of the fire were several villagers dancing with masks.
Mr. Feng Shui waved, the ceremony began, the villagers cheered, and the fire shone on the faces of each villager, all smiling. The moth was forced into the fire, and Li Yilian disappeared into the fire without pain or groaning. It is the carnival of the ignorant, the masterpiece of feudal decay.
The story of "Wasteland Chronicle" takes place in Shanxi in the 24th year of the Republic of China, which is a dark era of ignorance and absurdity. In a remote village, everyone has no work to do, and all the food is dependent on the relief grain in the county.
Then how did this relief food come from? It was all up to the great benefactor of the clan, bao chang, to sell his young and beautiful daughter to the stupid son of the county magistrate's family, and the county magistrate only allocated this relief grain to them every year.
On this day, the chief of the security guard was coming to the county chief's house to ask for the relief grain in the village this season, but the county chief did not come for a long time, and finally saw the housekeeper, and with a flattering face, he took out the dates in the village and took them out to filial piety.
The housekeeper only shirked the absence of the county magistrate, and he could not be the master of the relief grain, but gave him a cart of cotton to bring back. On the way back to his daughter Cuicui, she talked about relief grain and told him that if she built a hall of righteousness and honesty, she would receive 300,000 oceans of government rewards.
Of course, the bao chang could not understand those new life movements. But as long as it was about food and oceans, his heart was warm.
Back in the village, he immediately told the patriarch to build a "Li Yilian Ancestral Hall." It turned out that the bao chang did not understand what Cuicui was talking about, and the Shanxi dialect sounded that it was Li Yilian's ancestral hall, and he thought that he was going to build an ancestral hall for the widow Li Yilian in the village.
At first, the two did not understand what this new life movement had to do with the beautiful widows in the village, and after pondering for half a day, they felt that the government must praise this loyal widow who had been widowed for many years!
But I still can't help but mutter, ah, this side heard today's son called "Jiang Zhongzheng", a slap in the head, finally want to understand. This pretty widow is not "talking about fidelity.".
This time, no matter what old ancestor's rules were broken, even if they had to make an exception for this grain and silver, they had to make an exception to repair the ancestral hall for the widows in this foreign village, and quickly invited this feng shui mr. Li Tiesuan.
This Li Tieshu took the feng shui compass and walked around for half a day, and he looked at the Feng Shui treasure land of lin zhen's family. But this piece of land was bought by Lin Zhen's father with his life, and besides, this family is busy building a new kiln and marrying a daughter-in-law, can people agree?
This question is really difficult, why do you want to marry this bodhisattva grandmother Li Yilian who wants to become a demigod?
It turned out that when they planned to build an ancestral hall, Li Yilian had already fallen in love with this Lin Zhenlang, and they had already reached the point of talking about marriage.
Lin Zhenniang also went out of her way to ask about the two people's trigrams, and she didn't expect that the gua xiang was a big fierce trifle.
A group of people in the clan pondered and first brought these two people to the ancestral hall. Only to see two women grabbing Li Yilian and opening up, this water-scarce Loess Plateau, Li Yilian took a bath for the first time in the world, and there were special people to serve.
The two women were originally brushing tribute pigs, which made Li Yilian a little comfortable, and thought that calling herself to the ancestral hall was for the marriage with Lin Zhen, and her heart was even more beautiful.
When she came to the ancestral hall, people carried them through the brazier and entered the ancestral hall where women in the village could not enter, and she and Lin Zhen held hands, and the smile on her face could not be suppressed.
Until he heard the order of the patriarch, he said that he wanted to build an ancestral hall for himself, to be a living bodhisattva, to break the idea of marrying, and even ordered to forcibly expropriate the land of Lin Zhen's family.
Both of them froze, and the patriarch didn't say much, announcing that the ancestral hall would start moving tomorrow, a group of big people walked very fast, a group of villagers rushed up to snatch the sacrifices clean, the widow was taken away, leaving Lin Zhen alone, and the red cloth was still glaring at his face.
He didn't understand how marriage could not be married, and the family's land would be gone.
In the night, Lin Zhen prostrated his head over and over again, repeating the sentence in his mouth over and over again that my father had exchanged, his bones still floating in the Yellow River (original sound), and the only response to him was endless night and silence.
Lin Zhenniang decided to go to Nanjing to complain, Lin Zhen polished the gun and waited for the villagers who moved the soil to come to the door, the villagers were really frightened by Lin Zhen's gun and fled back, and shouted: The baochang said that one person has ten liters of millet, how can it be divided into two liters in his hand? So much has been lost to him! Even you still offer him as your ancestor.
As soon as the words came out, the people who were still angry and wanted to bulldoze the Lin Zhen family suddenly cried out: That's right! Only then did I know that everyone's millet had long been withheld by the so-called great benefactor. Back in the ancestral hall, the crowd surrounded the patriarch and the chief, but a few words confused the past.
On the other side, Li Yilian was offered as a bodhisattva grandmother overnight, and the white-faced steamed bun was waited for, except for one thing that could not see men. For this reason, she also found two women who had brushed her before to look at her. I don't even know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
She found a loophole and slipped out, and went to find Lin Zhen without stopping. She understood that she and Lin Zhen could not get the whole village by reason, and persuaded Lin Zhen to give up fighting with them.
At this time, Li Yilian's brother took the initiative to say that he would go outside the house to give them a sentry, and he would also take the gun, and if anyone came over, he would inform them. When the child went out, he disappeared and ran to show off to a group of children, where he flaunted his might.
But he didn't know that his sister had just finished applauding for love, and she was caught in that disheveled dress, and she had a solid reputation as a "wind flow"
The patriarch and the chief protector had a plan, and this chaste martyr did not have to be alive, so he planned to set fire to Li Yilian. To the outside world, it was only said that Lin Zhenqiang wanted a widow, and the widow finally jumped into the fire to protect her virginity.
Lin Xuan was caught and locked up in the ground. The villagers lit the explosives that Lin Had buried in advance, and his hard-won home turned into a scorched earth.
Or the two women who brushed the pigs, and the woman told her that this time you are still the protagonist, but not the bodhisattva grandmother, who is going to burn you to death. This time, Li Yilian finally knew that she was the white pig who was about to be offered.
The two men forced her to drink the big smoke cream. Li Yilian's eyes began to wander, it seemed to be very happy, and her mind kept thinking about bits and pieces with Lin Zhen.
She was washed again, wrapped in a thick cloth, and like a silkworm pupae, she was carried to the ceremonial site and tied up in a matchstick.
But she was still fluttering, and mr. Feng Shui waved a big hand, and the torch burned. The moth was forced into the fire. Several villagers wearing masks danced, and the villagers behind them raised their arms and cheered, and Li Yilian disappeared into the fire without pain or groaning.
On the day of her death, there was a heavy snowfall, and the ground was covered with white snowflakes. The patriarch and the chief of the security guard said that this was to return Li Yilian's virginity.
After her death, the security chief found that the few people who had been sent to sell military cotton had not returned, and the money for the construction of the ancestral hall had not been found. Finally, the gold ingots in the hands of the old ancestors were used, and the ancestral hall finally began.
To the sound of firecrackers and screams, larger figures came on horseback. The chief steward hurriedly stepped forward to bow down to the great butler, and the pedantic patriarch, seeing so much grain and the ocean, also threw himself on his knees.
The foreigner took a picture, the housekeeper spoke, and the ancestral hall ceremony was finally completed.
Just looking at the "Hall of Etiquette, Righteousness, Honesty and Shame" sent, Bao Chang was stunned, he couldn't read the words, but how could there be no "Li" character handed down from generation to generation.
Etiquette and shame?
Li Yilian Ancestral Hall?!
I knew in my heart that I was afraid that I was mistaken, this had nothing to do with Widow Li, but in my heart there was no panic in my mouth, as long as I could get the ocean and grain, what was the matter of a widow dead.
In the evening, the village set up a banquet to invite the housekeeper. Only when the signature was signed, the butler repeatedly let himself count, thinking that he was sensible, the chief took out five ocean letters from the box and presented them to the butler.
But who knows, the housekeeper carried the box away, and the ocean on the table was left behind.
This promised ocean only spun around the village, symbolically leaving a few hangings, and all returned to the hands of the masters.
This is really panicked. What's going on, busy working so long, only making a wedding dress for others. He couldn't help it, and the tear marks on his old face couldn't hang up.
Lin Zhen, who came out afterwards, took back the gun, and first went straight to the home of the patriarch who didn't speak, thinking that when the patriarch committed an incident, his father went to the Yellow River for his sins, and the land he had bought after he lost his life was burned by this ungrateful patriarch, who could let him go.
The patriarch fled in fright, chased until there was no way, hid in a coffin, Lin Zhen pushed the coffin open, laughing and seeping people. Then he took up the nail and the hammer, and finally the respected patriarch was crucified alive in the coffin, and the two hands were still out, bleeding.
Then he picked up his gun and went to the ancestral hall where everyone had gathered, and everyone seemed to be waiting in a tight line, and the chief of the guard hid behind the crowd with a smile like a victor, but where the ignorant villagers would really shoot, but just pretend. Lin Xuan shouted, "You fool Sun" and began to strafe.
The handling of the film's ending, there is no painful revenge killing, the complaining mother dies on the road, the angry son freezes in the moment of gunfire, and everything comes to an abrupt end.
We don't know what the end result will be. Will Lin Shu stop? I think it is most likely that he will not, he is a trapped beast forced into a corner, and there is nothing to lose.
Li Yilian's death has become a carnival for everyone, and the insensitivity shown by everyone at the grand burning ceremony is actually a microcosm of an era, they are gray-headed, selfish and ignorant, in this special era, in the case that the problem of food and clothing cannot be solved, anyone is a handmaiden, some people assist, some people borrow knives, some people light fires, some people shout...
The evil done by these groups was easily covered up, and the widows burned to death in a certain year and month were only trivial anecdotes in the countryside, scattered in the jokes between the barnyard official noshi and the countryside. There are no heroes and heroes, no cycle of heavenly reason, the lives of those who have been sacrificed, and there is no deafening shouting, but the accusations of grief linger in this land. The desolation of knowledge and conscience led to tragedy, in exchange for the slaughter of the whole village, and the village that produced sweet dates every year finally became an empty city.