The name of Zhang Wei can be considered extremely ordinary.

According to statistics from experts who are idle and frustrated on the Internet, among the more than one billion people across the country, there are as many as 300,000 people with the name Zhang Wei.

Every year on Zhang Wei’s birthday, he always thinks of:

Just when there were nearly a thousand people with the same name and surname on the same birthday, Zhang Wei suddenly became indescribable in his heart.

The only thing that makes him thankful is that the name Zhang Wei is much better than his Zhang Goudan's nickname.

Of course, although his name is a little more popular, Zhang Wei's profession is definitely not ordinary.

Because Zhang Wei's profession is: Earth Immortal.

This kind of earth immortal is not the kind of immortal who wanders in the world in fairy tale novels; that is, the kind of powerful being called real people, who can fly far away in a "swoosh".

The so-called earthly immortal is just in the southwestern Hunan region.

For feng shui, looking for dragons and pointing acupoints, and choosing auspicious days of zodiac signs, of course, the most important business is the idle people in society who perform rituals during the funeral, which is a highly beautified name.

In the southwestern Hunan region, they also have a unique name: Master.

Even though Zhang Wei is just a new young man who has just entered this industry, he is not comparable to ordinary professions such as official apes and white-collar workers.

Earth Immortal, this extraordinary name, sounds very noble and has it...

Maopeng Village, Chujia Township, is a remote village that is still hundreds of kilometers away from Baoqing City and takes nearly two hours to drive.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a funeral ceremony was underway on the narrow cement pavement built in the village-to-village project.

After the six and a half-year-old boy kept igniting the firecrackers, the sound of firecrackers sounded loudly.

Wearing a uniform uniform and a snare drum team composed of a group of middle-aged women, the musical sound of "Entering the New Era" is a bit out of tune.

Even the suona and drums form old-fashioned bands that work hard to play and play.

This is what makes this funeral ceremony extremely lively.

Not to mention that in front of the coffin carried by eight people, there were two teams of people constantly dancing dragon lanterns and lions. In addition to the funeral crowd, there were at least 500 people.

Such a lively scene is now hard to see in the city.

Even in Baoqing City, a small city in fifth and sixth tiers, has basically disappeared due to the administrative orders of the city to prohibit cremation and fireworks and fireworks.

Now only these remote villages still retain and adhere to such ancient customs.

It took a long time for the funeral procession to finally arrive at the place where the funeral was buried, a small hill two miles away from the entrance of the village.

When the funeral team arrived here, they found that the earth immortal Zhang Wei invited this time had been waiting here early.

No matter who he was, when he first saw this Zhang Dixian, he couldn't help but sighed loudly: What a tough guy.

The so-called strong man does not mean that Zhang Dixian is a powerful man with such a burly figure.

Zhang Wei is 1.83 meters tall, and he is somewhat tall in southwestern Hunan, but he is wearing a loose Taoist robe that is really not majestic.

The problem is that Zhang Wei has a large circle of fine beards on his chin.

Coupled with his black charcoal-like face, it was a bit like an ancient general, with a stance of being unhurried and powerful. If he glared at his eyes, the timid people would be shocked...

The funeral team had a good grasp of the time. When they arrived at the cemetery, they happened to choose the best funeral time.

The main family of the funeral, the village head of Maopeng Village, knelt down in front of the grave; looking at Zhang Dixian with a big beard, muttering something in front of the coffin.

I have to say that although the murderous aura on Zhang Dixian's face was a little heavier.

However, under the circumvention of the audience, Zhang Dixian's routine was very well organized. It was indeed the only successor of the most famous Old Dixian Zhang within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Even though they said what Zhang Dixian kept muttering in a low voice, they didn't understand a single word!

More than ten minutes later, Zhang Dixian stopped talking, grabbed a majestic rooster, and slaughtered it quickly; surrounded the chicken blood and drenched it in a large circle.

By the way, he signaled a young man and threw a large bundle of lit firecrackers into the grave.

When the "Splibola" firecrackers were finished, Zhang Dixian finally made a gesture to get off the coffin, and the men who helped carry the coffin immediately began to work.

The thick wooden bar tied to the coffin was removed, and a group of people pulled the rope that tied the coffin and slowly placed the coffin towards the bottom of the grave.

Logically speaking, just put the coffin at the bottom.

Then, the grave was completely buried and a pile of graves was built. The funeral that took several days was basically over.

The above are all the old burial customs that have been passed down in southwestern Hunan.

It’s just a new era and a new approach. During this burial process, some situations that made Zhang Wei a little jealous:

The deceased who was funeral this time was the elderly father of the village chief's family. The old man did not have much hobbies in front of him; but he was extremely enthusiastic about rural square dancing.

After years of hard work, he is also a famous square dancer in the villages.

So at the same time as the burial, the youngest son of the village chief's family suggested that some old man would come to him, which would probably be popular with him.

I don’t know where he came from, so I contacted a song and dance troupe of the grass-roots team. When I put down the coffin, I saw him signaling that a large speaker was pressed to start the button.

"Crazy, dance, hot woman~"

Amid such explosive music, the four young women who didn't look very good but had a very hot figure and dress, danced hard on the grave.

Zhang Wei felt that these strange things were mixed in the ancient burial customs, which made him feel indescribable.

The crowd of funerals were naturally very happy about this; the old men in the crowd were stunned, and even the cigarettes on their hands burned to their fingers, they did not notice it for a while.

At this moment, something strange happened...

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The village chief's family did not speak, but his face was covered with ashen face, which obviously suppressed the unhappiness in his heart.

However, as the most respected figure in the village, the seventh uncle, who is respected by everyone in the village, started to curse without any mercy:

"What do you bastards do? You are so kind of good wine, good food and good cigarettes every day, and you end up digging up such a grave."

The eight young men who were scolded looked down at their toes and looked at their toes with their heads in a tight manner. They were honest like their grandson, and they did not dare to make any excuses at all.

It is true that the same is true. The eight people spent three days and the grave dug reached this critical moment. They found that the coffin could not be put down, which was really embarrassing.

However, there is nothing we can do about it.

Most of the young people in Maopeng Village, even middle-aged people, went out to work, and only a very small number stayed at home.

The oldest of the eight young people who dug the grave this time were only in their thirties. As the older generation gradually grew older, they had any relevant experiences before.

In addition, digging a grave is not an easy task.

They just took a little bit of laziness and digged the grave a little bit, so that the coffin could not be put...

After taking a look at the second-hand domestic mobile phone in his hand, Zhang Wei couldn't help but speak.

"Okay, the time is almost over, and it seems that the grave is not much narrower. Take the time, go up and repair it a little, and then you can put the coffin down."

After hearing this, the village chief with a dark face did not ask anyone else to take action.

I picked up the hoe not far away, jumped straight out of the grave, and began to trim the stuck corners one by one with my own hands.

After more than ten minutes of repair, the coffin was slowly placed again.

Sure enough, the process was much smoother. Even if the village chief who jumped onto the coffin in his slightly stuck place, he pried it with the wooden handle of the hoe in his hand, and continued to go to the hall smoothly.

Finally, the coffin was placed at the bottom of the grave, and everyone onlookers breathed a sigh of relief.

But with the loose rope, the village chief who was pulled up together was silent; after he came up, he walked towards Zhang Wei without saying a word.
Chapter completed!