: Looking for a place to break the iron shoes

Author: Qianli Jiayin

: Looking for a place to break the iron shoes

The air in the early morning was very wet, and taking a deep breath felt like a big sip of water in my nose.

The misty morning color around it was shrouded in the distance, adding a sense of hazy feeling to the distance.

Zhang Hao stepped on the flat cement road under his feet and walked upwards for more than ten minutes. He finally saw the entrance of the funeral home.

At this time, many vehicles had already stopped in front of the funeral home.

Some people were squatting beside the road, smoking lonely, some were sitting in the car covering their faces with tissues, some were slumped in the courtyard, letting their relatives pull them up, and some were crying loudly. The sad voice seemed to pierce the sky, as if they were going to shout the departed person back.

When I came here, it seemed that even the air had its own emotions, constantly infecting everyone present, magnifying their inner sadness to the point where they could not bear it.

After all, this is the place to say goodbye to your loved ones.

As long as I put it into that stove, I can only see it in the photos in my life.

When Zhang Hao saw all this, he felt his chest felt a little blocked, but he had no way to vent his emotions and always felt the feeling of being suppressed.

After taking a few deep breaths, he raised his foot and walked into the funeral home.

...

"Oh, what are you doing? No outsiders are allowed to enter here. Are you a family member or who?" The middle-aged man with cigarette in his mouth and stubble all over his face scolded.

Zhang Hao looked at the sign hanging in front of the door and smiled: "I'm not a family member."

"If it's not the family, there will be no need to come in. Go away quickly, leave quickly." The middle-aged man waved his hand in disgust.

Zhang Hao did not mean to leave, but stepped forward, stood in front of the middle-aged man, and took out a stack of red banknotes from his pocket: "Brother, I want to fill up some ashes, just a little bit, I want a girl."

When you come to the funeral home, Zhang Hao’s purpose is very simple.

It was to get the ashes of the ten families of women.

If you want to ask about the place where the most likely to get ashes in the world is, it must be a funeral home.

Moreover, compared to getting ashes from every household, it is obviously much easier to get ashes in the funeral home.

The middle-aged man looked at the money, then looked at Zhang Hao, and immediately looked around.

After seeing that there was no one around, he quickly pushed: "What are you doing? We have regulations, don't do this, it won't work!"

Zhang Hao smiled and took out a cloth bag with his other hand: "Hey, it's up to death, people live, brother, don't you have a lot left after burning it? Don't you throw away all those directly? Just take some of them from the ones you want to throw away."

"You...why do you want these ashes?" The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Hao sighed silently: "Oh, my wife has always been in poor health. She just found a master. The master gave her a folk remedy, saying that she wanted ashes from ten women, and used them as medicine."

"Take it seriously?" The middle-aged man was half-believing and half-doubted, and kept counting the money with his eyes.

Zhang Hao nodded: "It's meaningless for me to lie to you, right?"

"Okay, you're waiting here." The middle-aged man took the money, took the cloth bag, turned around and walked in.

...

Not long.

Zhang Hao was holding a worn-out cloth bag in his hand, which seemed to contain something.

He walked out of the funeral home without looking back.

He stepped to the roadside at the foot of the mountain, took out his cell phone and called Zhao Yuan, and then waited quietly.

Half an hour later.

The east is still dark and there is no sign of sky light.

On the road not far away, a van was lit up with the two dazzling lights and rushed towards him.

Then, the van stopped in front of Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao didn't care either, so he opened the car door and got into the car.

"Haozi, are you busy? " Zhao Yuan swallowed his saliva and asked curiously and strangely.

Zhang Hao nodded: "Yes, Brother Zhao, let's go back."

"……OK."

Zhao Yuan stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and a faint feeling of pushing the back came, and the van went straight ahead along the road in front of him.

At this time, Zhang Hao blurted out and asked, "Oh, Brother Zhao, do you know whose family has died during this period? It would be better if the master family dies, and only the orphans and widows are left, or there is only a widow."

Zhao Yuan's hand holding the steering wheel trembled again, and he felt the blood in his body cold.

Today’s Zhang Hao…so strange!

First, I got up early in the middle of the night to go to the funeral home, but now I have to ask who is dead, leaving the widow himself...

He, what exactly does he want to do?

Wait, he is really Zhang Hao...

"What's wrong with you? Inquire, why are you asking about this?" Zhao Yuan stuttered a little while speaking, his forehead was covered in sweat.

If he hadn't been reluctant to let his van go, he would have wished he would jump out of the car now and run away from this "Zhang Hao".

Seeing this, Zhang Hao naturally understood something, and then called out: "Don't get me wrong, Brother Zhao, I'll just ask around and ask for something. I just need something to go up the mountain."

Zhao Yuan swallowed his saliva and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead: "I think about it... don't worry."

Soon, Zhao Yuan frowned: "I remember, Haozi, it seems that such a thing is really happening."

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "Tell me in detail."

"When I went to purchase goods today, I heard from the town that a man was stabbed by someone yesterday and could not be rescued. He just got married and his wife was pregnant, which was so miserable." Zhao Yuan said thinking.

Zhang Hao was stunned.

Is this...what he heard about yesterday?

"Brother Zhao, do you know when that family will be held?" Zhang Hao blurted out.

Zhao Yuan paused, his pupils shrank: "It seems...it seems that the funeral will be held today."

"Change! Go back to town."

"Haozi, what do you want to do?"

"Brother Zhao, I'll give you 1,000. Now turn around immediately and go back to town!"

"...Okay, I'll sit firmly."

...

Yaqian Town, an old residential area.

The east gradually shines, and a wisp of fish belly white emerges from behind the mountain, bringing the warm and dazzling sunshine back to the earth.

Dripping and pulling ~

Swish-dong-boom~

Suona, gongs and firecrackers are ringing.

A group of people wearing white mourning clothes, white hats, and black cloth tied around their arms were either sprinkling paper money, sobbing softly, or holding banners, shuttled through the residential area.

Among the crowd, a young woman who was only about thirty years old, with a dull eyes and a haggard face, holding the urn in her hand, walking forward with the crowd and the sad music.

"Haozi, what are you going to do here?" Zhao Yuan stood outside the crowd, frowned and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Hao did not respond, but kept looking at the young woman holding the urn.

The tears of the widow's mourning were right in front of her.

Fortunately, I prepared a small bottle for tears in advance, otherwise I would have caught it blindly.

Now I have to find a way to go forward and ask for a tear.

However, how to get up is a problem to get tears and not easily be beaten by the master and kick it out.

After all, today is a big deal for the master's family, and it's still a funeral. If you don't do it well, you deserve it even if you get beaten.
Chapter completed!