Chapter 11: Walking in the mountains and encountering a funeral, what are you afraid of?
the next day.
early morning.
Had breakfast.
"I'm going to help Aunt Li's family today. Do you want to go with me?" Li Siyu was dressed plainly.
This time, she wasn't carrying a food basket or anything.
Zhang Hao shook his head: "I won't go."
"Okay." Li Siyu paused, hesitated and then said: "I didn't prepare lunch for you today, you can go to Aunt Li's house to eat."
"Let's wait and see. We may not be able to make it by noon. If we can't make it, I will take care of lunch myself." Zhang Hao thought for a moment and said.
Li Siyu glanced at him suspiciously, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, raised his head after a while, and said immediately: "Well, I transferred some money to you, you can go buy some food."
Zhang Hao doesn't like crowded places and has never attended anyone's banquet.
Li Siyu has known this since he was a child.
She didn't say anything else, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.
Zhang Hao looked at her leaving figure, stretched his body briefly, and began to put away the dishes.
After clearing the dishes as quickly as possible, he turned back to the house and took out the knife he had prepared in advance. Seeing the sharp edge of the knife, flashing with cold light, he wrapped the knife in a cloth and pinned it to his waist. .
Afterwards, he took out the Gu Linglan, put on his straw sandals, wrapped up the incense stand, standing incense, red rope and other practical objects, as well as some fruit tributes, and carried them behind his back.
By the way, I took out a straight wooden stick I found in the cellar of my home and used it as a crutch. Everything was ready, just waiting to walk up the mountain.
Zhang Hao stood in the small courtyard with all his equipment, turned his head and stared at the towering mountains behind him, and the corners of his mouth gradually formed a smile.
Yesterday, he did a simple calculation using the method described in ancient books.
I found that today is a good time to walk in the mountains. If everything goes well, I can find treasures in the mountains.
Zhang Hao couldn't wait for a long time. When he saw the result, he immediately decided to go hiking today.
No, after Li Siyu left, he finished packing and was ready to set off.
Looking at the somewhat dilapidated courtyard again, he sighed silently and shook his head.
Without any further hesitation, he walked out of the courtyard with a cane in one hand and an empty Gu Linglan in the other. With his luggage on his back and straw sandals on his feet, he walked out of the small courtyard.
……
Walking on the half-dry and half-muddy dirt road in the village, he held his head high and straightened his back.
Today will be the most important day in his life.
Regardless of whether he can gain something from walking in the mountains, it means that he has truly made a change and will no longer be as idle and idle as he was in his previous life.
However, Zhang Hao soon discovered that the village was a little strange and a little unusual.
The time is exactly 7 o'clock in the morning.
Logically speaking, this is the time for everyone to go to the fields. Usually, you can see people carrying hoes and farm tools on the road preparing to go to the fields. But today... He walked all the way to the entrance of the village and was about to go up the mountain. He didn't see him. No one passed by, not even a child.
It's really strange.
Is it possible that the villagers have a holiday today?
No, there are no holidays for farmers.
Just when Zhang Hao felt a little confused, he caught a glimpse of a piece of yellow paper money stuck to the ground in the corner of the wall in front of him. The upper part was swaying in the wind, which was very eye-catching.
In an instant, his steps stopped, his pupils shrank, and his expression became a little unnatural.
Paper money...it's still a relatively new kind of paper money.
Combined with the fact that there were no people on the road just now, and Li Siyu often went to Aunt Li’s house to help during this period...
Zhang Hao quickly thought of a possibility.
In the village... there will be no funeral today! There is a custom in Zhaojia Village that the deceased should stay at home and keep vigil for seven days before mourning.
Also, if someone has a funeral, every household in the village needs to send someone to help on that day, even if there is nothing to do, they still have to help.
This can also explain why Zhang Hao saw no one when he went out today, and why he saw paper money on the road.
Seven days ago... wasn't seven days ago the day he was reborn?
Zhang Hao stood there, temporarily abandoning other thoughts and concentrating on recalling a situation he had seen in ancient books.
[Walking in the mountains and encountering a funeral will bring bad luck, so walk quickly]
The general idea is that if you encounter a funeral person before walking up the mountain, it is a situation that is not conducive to walking up the mountain. It is easy to bring the funeral person's bad luck up the mountain, collide with the mountain god, and collide with the mountain spirit.
But it wouldn't be good if he turned around and went home immediately.
He was fully prepared to go hiking. This was his first time walking in the mountains. If he went back like this, it would also have an impact on his future hiking.
Damn it, I promised you that today's mountain walk will go well, just play me!
Fortunately, he only saw the paper money and had not encountered the funeral procession yet. The bad luck on him was relatively light. As long as he went up the mountain and held a simple ceremony, he would not be able to bump into the mountain god.
To put it simply, it’s not too late to walk up the mountain now.
Thinking of this, Zhang Hao no longer hesitated, raised his feet and was ready to leave.
Just then.
Didi Latala~
On a village road next to Zhang Hao, a suona sound sounded with a slightly festive meaning, but also an inexplicable sense of sadness.
Zhang Hao suddenly turned his head, and his narrowed pupils saw a group of people dressed in white coarse cloth, playing suonas or beating gongs, or throwing yellow paper money in the air, or holding flags. The procession passed the houses and followed the path up the mountain.
"Old man, how can I live alone after you leave? Haha, old man, please take me away too..."
"Dad, why did you leave? We still want to continue to honor you. Dad, do you not care about your children? Why are you so willing to leave like this..."
"Woooooooooo..."
Four people wearing pointed white hats, white coarse cloth jackets, black trousers and shoes were carrying a dark brown coffin at a blind corner.
Behind the coffin are people wearing sackcloth and mourning, with black cloth hanging on their left arms.
They were lying on the ground, kneeling or squatting, howling and sobbing. Their pants were stained with mud and lost their original color. Even so, they were still trying hard to catch up with the coffin.
After these filial sons, there were villagers wearing black plain clothes and also wearing black cloth on their left arms. Some of them secretly wiped their tears, some bowed their heads in silence, some burst into tears, and some followed silently, with the corners of their mouths hanging down.
Along with the suona sound lingering over everyone's heads and hearts, a sense of sadness and desolation enveloped everything here.
Zhang Hao was not affected by that sad and desolate feeling, and the emotions in his heart were mixed.
He recognized the family following the coffin.
They are from Uncle Zhao's family in the north of the village. It is estimated that Uncle Zhao is over ninety years old, which is considered a long life in the village.
But this funeral was really a coincidence...
What are you afraid of...what's coming.
I just thought that I must not encounter the funeral procession. As long as I avoid the funeral procession, my walk in the mountains today will not be affected.
But the next second, the funeral procession is coming...
Zhang Hao shivered and immediately came back to his senses.
Now that he encountered the funeral procession, he couldn't sit still and wait for death, he had to do something.
At this moment, he recalled what was recorded in the "Illustrated Record of Mountain Walking Travels" about how to deal with the funeral procession before walking up the mountain.
Very simple, just: [Sacrifice to the mountain god, drive away bad luck, and seek peace]
As long as you get to the foot of the mountain before the funeral procession climbs up, worship the mountain god and wash away the bad luck on your body, you can walk up the mountain normally.
Thinking of this, Zhang Hao did not dare to waste time, raised his feet and ran towards the foot of the mountain.
(End of chapter)