Dreaming of Lion Rock: Recipe in Hand

At this time, the cry of an old woman resounded throughout the Lion Rock.

"Ah! My dear grandson, come out quickly and stop teasing grandma. Grandma is old and can't stand being scared!"

It turned out that Li Long’s family had arrived.

Old Mrs. Li was the first to be hit. She fell down by the river and cried so hard that her eyes were no longer eyes and her nose was no longer a nose.

At this moment, no one laughed at her ugly appearance.

The Li sisters and their parents also stood behind her sobbing.

Some villagers with weak tear glands also started crying.

For a moment, there were cries everywhere by the river.

"Hey, Li Long is the only child in their family. What will happen if something really happens to him?"

"That's right, that's right, that's Old Mrs. Li's life." Everyone felt great sympathy for the Li family.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? The person hasn't been found yet!" The old captain has difficulty walking and has not been out for a long time.

However, since such a big thing happened in the village, he still came to take a look.

When the old captain arrived, the villagers seemed to have found a backbone.

Old Mrs. Li grabbed the old captain's hand, not caring about the differences between men and women, and begged bitterly: "Old brother, please help and save Li Long. He is only 18 years old and he hasn't been married yet. He is still a child!" After that, she started crying again.

"Don't worry. An Zhang has called in all the strong men from every household. We have to search the entire river to find the man."

At this time, the able-bodied laborers from each family had basically gathered at the riverside. They tied themselves up with a thick hemp rope and went down to the river in rows.

But, such a long time has passed and I haven’t seen anyone yet. I’m afraid something bad has happened.

Everyone searched relentlessly, with the idea of ​​finding the person alive or dead, leaving no trace.

But no one expected it would take so long to find it.

It was almost dark when the man was found. He had been washed away two miles away, and was no longer breathing.

People took him back to Shizishan Village in silence.

"Ah! My dear grandson, please wake up! Don't scare your grandma!" Grandma Li was shaking Li Long's body like crazy.

Li Long's mother Zhao Xiulan fainted as soon as she saw Li Long.

Someone who had a good relationship with Old Lady Li supported her and advised her: "Stop shaking, let the child walk peacefully."

"Where is he going? He's not going anywhere. He wants to stay at home with me!" Old Mrs. Li held Li Long stubbornly and refused to let go.

Seeing that Old Lady Li seemed to be possessed by a demon, everyone was speechless for a moment.

The old captain couldn't stand it anymore and said to Mrs. Li: "Please accept my condolences. Don't bother the child anymore. Go home and take care of the funeral."

According to the old custom in the village, children who died before adulthood could not be buried. They were simply wrapped in mats and buried in the ground.

However, although Li Long was under 18, he was only a few months away. His parents and relatives could not bear not to have a funeral. In addition, if he died in such an accident, I am afraid that the King of Hell would not accept him if I did not invite a Taoist priest to exorcise the evil spirits and make way for him!

After hearing the old captain's words, Mrs. Li came to her senses completely and burst into tears when she thought of her beloved grandson who had passed away young.

Li Long's father, Li Dashan, was more rational. He bowed deeply to the villagers who helped him and said, "Thank you for bringing my son back. I'm here to thank you on behalf of the whole family. But there are still many things to deal with for Longlong, so I won't treat you to dinner. When the matter is settled, I will treat you all to a drink."

"Dashan, don't be so polite. It's normal for us to help each other. A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Take Longlong home as soon as possible."

The villagers were not heartless. Seeing such a change happened in Dahao's family, they insisted on having someone entertain them.

So, the villagers are a very strange group. They are noisy and quarrelsome, and it is normal for them to swear and steal. But they are very clear about right and wrong, and they are very soft-hearted. It is very contradictory, but also very reassuring.

Li Dashan returned home, dismantled the gate of the courtyard, and carried Li Long back home with several villagers.

Old Mrs. Li was also carried back home by Li Shuhua.

Chunni looked at Xiazhi who was still talking to himself, and she and her aunt took Xiazhi back home.

That night, the Taoist priest from the village came to Li's house and started to perform the Taoist ritual.

Fortunately, Lion Rock is remote, and this year there is not as much crackdown on feudal superstitious activities as in previous years. In addition, the Taoist priests are also villagers, otherwise this Taoist temple would not be able to be established.

Once this event started, neighbors would come to the Li family to help, bringing vegetables or grains grown in their own fields.

Xia Zhi stayed in the house in a depressed mood, blaming himself and feeling guilty.

Chunni felt that this was not a good idea, so she asked Xiazhi to go to the Li family to help.

The main purpose of this Taoist temple is to open a road, to open a road to the King of Hell for the deceased Li Long.

At this time, the procedure was simplified and completed in two hours. The Taoist priest calculated the best time for burial, which was five o'clock the next morning.

Even though Old Mrs. Li cried her heart out, Li Long still had to be buried in peace.

Xia Zhi dragged his tired body back home.

Chunni felt distressed when she saw his expressionless face.

There is no point in persuading them, time is the best medicine.