At midnight, it was dark.

After a deafening thunder, the pouring rain like beans fell densely, covering a square funeral home on the outskirts of the city.

The funeral home has been built for a long time, and the white ash-painted walls have been mottled, revealing the background of the blue bricks, which is very consistent with the desolate scene around.

The fence-style iron door was covered with rust.

A placard with black background and white paint hanging high at the door.

It is vaguely visible through the dim door lamp, and it is written with eight big words: "Change customs and customs, and cremation of civilization".

At this time, another flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the figure of a young man who was walking by the old umbrella was slanted.

The young man was named Zhang Jiao, about fifteen or sixteen years old. His actual figure was far less slender than shadows, and he was just an ordinary person of 1.70 meters.

The face is round and the facial features are quite pleasant, but it is because it is a bit deformed because it is fat.

He looked honest and honest, and was wearing very cheaply. He had balls of hair on his dark gray jacket.

Because the black umbrella in his hand was folded, the rain splashed on the top of the umbrella and dripped on the back of his neck, making him feel shocked.

Subconsciously shrank his head, Zhang Jiao accelerated his pace and left the funeral home gate.

Follow the oblique auxiliary road and soon we walked up to the avenue of Jingshan County Ringcheng.

The main road looks much spacious, but because it is too late, it still seems deserted, and only cars whistle by chance.

The doors on both sides of the road have been closed, and only a small shop with the words "Huimin Supermarket" diagonally passed by the road, and the dim lights were still on.

Seeing the light, Zhang Jiao, who was haggard, relaxed his mouth long and stepped on the accumulated water, crossing the road.

"Huimin Supermarket" should be called a supermarket, but it is actually a small shop.

At the door is a cashier with a length of less than 1 meter wide, with two shelves placed side by side against the wall.

The person who guarded the shop was an old man with all white hair and a face full of age spots.

Sitting behind the counter, I was watching a sensational costume drama with an old tablet.

Zhang Jiao seemed to be familiar with him, so he greeted him politely after entering the door, "Brother Xu, you haven't slept yet." Then he walked to the shelves to pick up the goods.

I hesitated for a long time to stare at the can of naturally produced milk and took it down with ruthlessness.

This world is vast and terrible.

Humans only occupy a small part of the continent called "Du Mud" with a shaped gourd, and are struggling to reproduce and survive.

Because the land that can be safely grazed and cultivated is too small compared to the population, most of the daily food of the common people comes from industrialized, intensively produced species and breeding buildings.

According to traditional methods, the products produced by farming farms are naturally more expensive.

Although it is not a luxury, ordinary people will not enjoy it easily.

There are no more than 5 natural products sold in Huimin Supermarket, which seems to be a decoration used by the boss to forcefully improve the store's B-frame.

Because it has been stored for too long, there has been a layer of dust on it.

Zhang Jiao took the milk and wanted to check out, but hesitated for a few seconds. He turned around and picked up the can of natural milk left on the shelf, walked to the cashier and said, "Brother Xu, please check out."

The old man looked away from the costume drama but did not count the money directly, but asked coldly: "Is it bought for your grandpa?"

"Yes." Zhang Jiao nodded and was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice, "I am not promising and cannot afford the expenses of the intensive care unit. My house has been sold for medical treatment for a long time, so I can only send my grandfather to the public welfare mourning hall of the funeral home to wait for death.

He had been in a coma for several days and had just coughed.

I just thought about feeding some milk to replenish and supplementing some nutrition, so I can delay it for a while." My voice gradually became a little choked.

The old man was not moved at all when he heard this and said expressionlessly: "At such an old age, isn't it a different place to wait for death?

It’s time to replenish nutrition. All fools know that they are looking back and pretending to be confused when they understand.”

After hearing this, Zhang Jiao couldn't help but glared at the old man, and his voice became cold, "Brother Xu, you respect you as an elder, so you can't say much.

But we are the customers. If I buy things, you sell goods, it is best to take care of other people's housework.

How much does these two cans of milk cost?”

The old man turned his eyes back to the costume drama and said lightly: "You are a good child, you have done your best for your grandfather, so you don't have to feel guilty about anything."

Milk is not expensive, so I gave it to your grandfather for drinking.

Maybe we have to accompany us on the road to the underworld, so we can contact each other in advance."

Zhang Jiao was ridiculous and irritated by the old man's words, but his anger disappeared. He opened his mouth and said, "Uncle Xu, your body looks very good and will definitely live for a hundred years."

That, you don’t have to give away milk, and it’s not easy to operate a small bank, so you can count as much as you should.”

The old man didn't say anything when he heard this, but just waved his hand silently and asked the young man to leave.

However, Zhang Jiao did not want to receive favors for nothing, so he took out money from his pocket.

The human world is divided into three major areas: "East, Middle and West" according to its position occupying the Tuni Continent.

The mainstream civilization in the Eastern Continent originated from the "Xia Zong" advocating moral order and the folk customs were relatively conservative;

The mainstream civilization in the Central Continent originated from the "Sand God", advocated following the ancient times and remained very conservative in the folk customs;

The mainstream civilization in the Western Continent originated from the "Eagle Banner", advocated law and conquest, and the people were relatively open.

The Lu Yang Kingdom where Zhang Jiao is located is one of the vassal states of the Great Zhou royal court that is in line with the Great Xia Dynasty. Although it has a small population and a large territory, it has a long history and is still in a good state of strength. The currency value is inherited from the ancient system and is divided into three-level units of bronze script, silver jug, and gold and yuan. Every 10 is increased, and the currency is strong.

You can buy 1 kilogram of brown rice or finely ground cornmeal produced in the Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Building for a few cents, making it full.

Zhang Jiao was worth only about 20 yuan. He hesitated for a moment. According to the price of natural milk I learned in the hypermarket before, he counted out 2 yuan and put it on the counter, bowed to the old man, and strode into the rain.

On the way, he trotted back to the funeral home and walked deeper along the trail in the yard.

There are pine and cypress planted on both sides of the road, and there are mourning halls built between them.

The faint white light outside the mourning hall sways in the wind, and occasionally the ethereal crying sounds are heard with the sound of rain, and the atmosphere is gloomy and intoxicating.

Zhang Jiao seemed to be unaware of this horror and strided to the northwest corner of the funeral home, in front of the most remote and smallest mourning hall.

The door was an ancient wooden door with a round arch, with a plaque hanging on it, with the words "Public Welfare Hall".

There are long wooden boards on both sides of the door, and the couplet that reads "There is true love in the world, I will send you warm farewell to the soul of an old friend."

When I entered the door, I was a small courtyard with a spiritual shed with hard plastic shells.

Because the roof has aged and cracked, raindrops have dripped down and fell on the altar placed in the shed, wetting the hair of the pig's head among the offerings of the three animals, which is a bit funny.

And the head of the spirit shed is the sacrificial hall.

There are simply coffins, incense tables and burning basins inside.

In the coffin, a skinny old man was lying on the thick brocade quilt on the bed, wearing a brand new plain ancient official robe, with a gray face and a stiff body. His chest only showed some signs of vitality.

Several thick white candles were placed on the incense table, and a slender handful of incense were already placed.

Next to the burning basin below is filled with dark money and strings of gold and silver paper ingots.
Chapter completed!