I can guarantee that this is true.
Last year on 5.1, I added my saved vacation and went back to my hometown for a few days.
There is a forest outside the old village which belongs to the collective. The villagers can pick some fallen branches as firewood, and the trunk of the tree cannot be moved.
The village director’s brother-in-law, (call him Jia) a few years older than me, in his early 30s. This man is a village ruffian, and he will be upset for several days if he can’t take advantage of the big advantage. When he went to the woods, he saw the tree bald every time, leaving only the main trunk. He also quibbleed that it was the “branch” he brought home.
The day I stood with my cousin At the entrance of the village, I saw him returning with another cart of “Branches”. I called him: “A, shaved the tree again.” He glanced at me and said nothing. I said again: “It’s hard for you to pick it up like this. You plan to go home and build a Tiananmen Square.” He heard it really unpleasant, and mumbled: “Make a coffin.” My cousin and I were taken aback for a moment, and laughed. A hurried away in his car.
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After meeting Jia’s brother came down to the ground and saw us, he smiled and said, “I’ll tell you a joke. Just now Jia pulled the cart from the ground. In the past, I knew he was going to make a stool, so I asked, brother, what kind of stool do you make. He glared at me and said, make a coffin.” We also laughed and talked about what was just now.
The next morning when I was sleeping, I was awakened by the roar of people outside. The morning in the countryside is rarely so lively. I also got up to look. Turns out A died last night.
He is in good health and he hasn’t drank alcohol. The old people said that this was a violent death, so someone should have a look. His family was afraid of embarrassment and refused. Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, A’s body stinks. In the evening, even the neighbors couldn’t stand it, so they had to be taken to the funeral home and cremated the next day.
Two to three days after the cremation. His wife dreamed that Jia had a grim face standing at the door and shouted: “Where is my coffin.” At first, Jia Jia replaced him with a more advanced urn, but his wife still had nightmares, so the family had to buy a coffin. Bury his ashes in the ancestral grave. invalid. In the end, his wife remembered that the “branches” he had brought him back were burned on the grave, and the family was safe.
My cousin went back to school and told his classmates about it as a modern Liao Zhai. I am a rather gloomy person: Is this a modern version of the killing of Fuqi?