No one knew what Village Chief Sun and Meng Fan talked about.
However, when Village Chief Sun walked out of Meng Fan's house, his expression was down-to-earth and his eyes were determined.
This answer is enough.
With the village chief's consolation, these villagers reluctantly returned home to face the "person" who shouldn't be there.
But people's hearts are not easy to appease.
The next day, many villagers became anxious again and spontaneously began to give gifts to the Meng family.
Just like last time, their gifts were simple and unpretentious, including eggs, walnuts, and peanuts.
Meng Fan's house was once again filled with items, and it seemed that there were even more items than last time.
Meng Qingshan was unable to refuse these meager wishes from the villagers.
To say no is to reject their hope.
One day later, Meng Fan walked out of the house, but surprisingly, he didn't do anything amazing.
Instead, he went to Mrs.
Zhang's house, looked at the corpse refining furnace, chatted with Mrs.
Zhang, and left with Liu Xiaoxi.
Take a walk, walking side by side on the green grass that has not yet withered, watching Ah Fu chase a little house sparrow that he can never catch.
Then he left Mrs.
Zhang's house, left the village, and walked slowly in the barren mountains.
According to the list provided by the village chief, he looked for the graves where the dead had crawled out.
Then he sat on the graves and watched the white clouds in the sky disperse.
Juan Yunshu He didn't return home until the evening moon was hidden behind the gorgeous sunset.
The next day, he began to visit every house.
He did not chat with the living people, nor did he talk about how to send away the dead.
Instead, he directly chatted with the returning dead people about daily routines, such as whether they could get used to it after returning home.
Habits, whether you eat well, sleep well, do you remember the past, you should wear more clothes when the weather is cold, etc.
After leaving, he started writing and drawing in a small notebook, and soon he wrote a lot of words.
Another day passed before he started to look for those living people, Yu Fengqing, Lao Wang, and Butcher Zhu.
He held a small book and chatted with them.
He also talked about common things and did nothing surprising.
Everything seemed to be normal.
Plain and simple.
Within a few days, he had visited all the families on the list, and then he read the small book thoughtfully at night.
Is there a gentle way for everyone to send off the deceased?
If there is a method, should I do it so quickly?
Is it better to stay with me for a while?
The days passed like this, and when everyone was about to despair, Meng Fan walked out of the house again and went from house to house.
He didn't bring anything with him, such as paper figures, peach wood swords, magic talismans, etc., which made the villagers feel...
The things that you should bring, anyway, Mrs.
Zhang always has these things when she casts spells.
The first family is Yu Fengqing’s family.
Meng Fan ate Jia's rice and marinated pork noodles at Yu Fengqing's house.
The noodles were very chewy and had distinct roots.
It would not have been possible without good craftsmanship.
The noodles were also cooked just right, with the right amount of saltiness. , making people enjoy themselves.
Meng Fan ate two full bowls and helped Jia clean up the dishes without saying anything.
After thanking him, he left.
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Yu Fengqing was also wary of Meng Fan.
If Meng Fan came and said he would send Jia away or burn Jia, then he would definitely not be polite to Meng Fan and would definitely drive Meng Fan out with a broom.
But Meng Fan didn't say anything.
He just had a meal and was about to leave.
This was already the third time he came home.
He was always polite and never mentioned anything about Jia.
It was more like a junior visiting an elder's home.
Being a guest made Yu Fengqing a little confused.
He grabbed Meng Fan and asked: "My child, has the village already decided that I will never agree to burn my wife even if I die?"
Meng Fan shook his head, put his hand on Yu Fengqing's rough hand, and said in a gentle tone: "My mother-in-law is a good person.
She has worked hard to serve you all her life.
Uncle, just make some dumplings for her."
Yu Fengqing froze in place after hearing this.
He turned to look at Jia's rickety back, which was scrubbing at home.
He seemed to suddenly think of the past, his eyes became moist, and he nodded.
Meng Fan left with a smile.
In the evening, Yu Fengqing went to Butcher Zhu's house and bought two kilograms of meat and made a meal of dumplings for Jia.
The dumplings he made were ugly and shapeless.
He put one in Jia's bowl and smiled: "Honey, You were always nagging me to make you a meal of dumplings, why don’t you eat them now?”
But Jia took one bite and cried.
That night, Mrs.
Jia put Yu Fengqing to sleep, left the house, and never came back.
When Meng Fan learned that Jia had left, he wrote a sentence in a small book: Jia, my wish is over, go back.
The second house is Lao Wang’s house next door.
Lao Wang's sister was sitting on the bedside, holding needle and thread in her hand, and she was doing some clumsy work.
The thread was colorful and beautiful, but she always couldn't do it well.
She messed up and had to start over.
Lao Wang and his mother-in-law stood aside shivering, looking at their sister who lost both her mother and her son due to dystocia, with blank expressions on their faces.
This situation had been going on day after day for several days.
Meng Fan did not speak to Lao Wang, but directly pulled Wang's wife aside, put a piece of paper in her hand, and said softly: "Auntie, you are handy, please help her."
After saying that, he left.
Wang's wife unfolded the paper in her hand and saw that it was a drawing.
She was stunned for a long time, and finally showed a warm smile.
She bravely walked up to her sister-in-law and said gently: "When you were pregnant, you always wanted to give birth to the baby in your belly."
Let me sew a pair of tiger-head shoes.
Now my sister-in-law has the pattern, let me teach you how to do it.”
With step-by-step instructions, I finally completed a pair of exquisite tiger-toe shoes in the evening.
That night, Lao Wang's sister quietly left the house, holding the tiger-head shoes she had sewn for the baby, and never came back.
Meng Fan wrote in a small notebook: Sister Wang, my wish is over, go back The third family is Zhu Butcher’s family.
Meng Fan did not enter the house, but picked up a broken broom in the yard, put it in Butcher Zhu's hand, and said, "You still have to deal with the things you do yourself."
After saying that, he left.
Butcher Zhu held the broom thoughtfully.
He glanced at his father, who was sitting at the door with a datewood cane and a cold face.
He turned around and walked into the kitchen.
He pulled out an unkempt man with a black face from the firewood pile.
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The woman, that is his wife.
The woman stared at the broken broom in Butcher Zhu's hand in horror, trembling all over: "Don't hit me again."
Butcher Zhu put the broom into the woman's hand and gently pulled her to her father.
Then he took off his shirt, revealing his thick and fat back, and knelt in front of his father.
The old man slammed the jujube wood crutch onto the ground and said one word to the frightened woman: "Hit."
The woman held the broom and shook her head.
Butcher Zhu raised his head and looked at his wife: "Hit me, let dad calm down.
I can't help you, and I won't do it again."
The woman nodded hesitantly and hit Butcher Zhu on the back with a broom.
The old man's face was still cold: "Hit me harder and harder."
The woman bit her lip, swung the broom that gave her endless nightmares, and hit Butcher Zhu's back repeatedly, leaving bloody scars on his back.
The woman looked at the scars and cried while slapping her.
She suddenly threw away the broom and knelt down in front of the old man with a plop.
She held the jujube wood crutch tightly with her hands and said with tears in her eyes: "Can't spank because it hurts."
After hearing this, Butcher Zhu hugged his wife tightly, his face full of bruises, wet with his own tears of guilt.
Seeing this scene, the coldness on the old man's face finally melted, revealing a reassuring smile.
It was night, the old man left home quietly on crutches and never came back.
Meng Fan wrote in a small notebook: Father Zhu, my wish has been fulfilled, go back The fourth house, The fifth house, Every family of villagers bid farewell to the deceased in tears.
Even Village Chief Sun told Meng Fan about his younger brother.
After hearing Meng Fan's words, he was shocked and took his younger brother back home.
It turned out that the younger brother knew that his elder brother was afraid of heat, and he just wanted to fix the fan so that his elder brother could survive the hot summer, but he encountered misfortune.
Village Chief Sun found the electric fan that was leaking and repaired it for his brother.
When the fan was repaired and the first ray of wind came out, his brother quietly left and never came back.
Meng Fan's little notebook is filled with stories about the deceased in each household, which makes people cry when reading it.
"Brother" the little widow stretched her waist in the yard and smiled sweetly, "You are so smart."
At the same time, Liu Xiaoxi, who was listening to these poignant and sad stories, secretly swept away the strange-shaped vegetation ash in front of his front door, and sat quietly in front of the front door, as if waiting for someone to come, whispering: "Come back."
Come on, give me another look and give me a hug."
Everyone on the list left.
Meng Fan burned the small book and wanted to practice cross-legged practice, but found that he could not enter trance for a long time.
"Maybe something is missing" The next day, Zhang Carpenter's son Zhang Chungeng came to the door.
Zhang Chungeng, who was dull and taciturn, brought some fine peach wood to Meng Fan and murmured: "I want to see him again.
I want to say a few words to him.
Why doesn't dad come home yet?"
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