There is a custom in our hometown. After a person dies, he will kill a chicken before going to the mortuary, drip the chicken blood into the deceased’s mouth, and then bury the chicken in the grave. It is said that a long time ago, a filial son went to Beijing to rush for the exam. He heard that his mother was seriously ill and hurried home. His mother had passed away. The dutiful son was in grief, thinking of his mother’s nurturing grace and suffering, he went to the neighbor’s house and killed a big cock on credit, dripping the chicken blood into his mother’s mouth, hoping that his mother would no longer suffer on the road to the underworld. Unexpectedly, the mother suddenly sat up, and the whole family was overjoyed. It took a year for the mother to pass away. The neighbors said that it was the chicken that brought the soul back, so that the soul would not disperse. Later, this kind of sacrifice was raised, and the chicken became a soul-attracting medium for the dead; the chicken was buried in front of the grave, meaning chicken The ghost left after calling. The name is called: the soul-crawling chicken.
When my milk died, it was a chicken from the village’s three grandpas. The grandpa stood in front of the coffin and held the chicken, muttering words, and then handed the chicken to his father, who killed the chicken. , Bleeding, and then kneel before the grave and buried the chicken.
Later, the young people in the village walked out of the village to work in the city, and stopped being superstitious about this custom. When my aunt died, after a three-day memorial service, he was cremated. Just after the burial, my father rushed over from the field anxiously, and knelt in front of my aunt’s grave and cried: Sister, I’m sorry. I thought of you leaving so soon and didn’t take care of you when you died. Damn me! The aunt’s son came and helped his father up. The father took a golden-haired and purple-tailed cock out of the basket, and when he finished talking, handed it to the aunt’s son. He was startled, holding the big cock at a loss. The father was full of anger, grabbed the chicken, and cursed: Get out of me! Kneeling in front of the grave again, crying a few times, and threw the chicken fiercely on the stone in front of the grave, with a “cuck”, the chicken jumped up, and the chicken did not run around because it was dropped by the soul of the aunt. , Limping around the grave, his father stared blankly, and finally sighed: “Oh! This is fate!” He picked up the big cock and returned.
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At that time, almost every family raised chickens. My father did not put the chickens in the henhouse under the wall of the cottage, but built a house beside the door of the house. In the shed, tie the broken chicken legs with wooden sticks and put them inside. The shed has no door, so the chickens can go in and out freely. The rooster has the soul of an aunt and doesn’t run around. It eats when it is fed and drinks when it is thirsty. It does not crow like a rooster. After the legs were good, the coat color of the big rooster became more golden and bright, and the big red comb was swinging back and forth. It was very mighty, and it was much larger than the dining table. When the family was eating, the big cock wandered around, holding rice grains scattered on the ground. My father didn’t care. Once I went home, I saw my father staring at the big cock walking in the house. I touched my father’s head. My father waved his hand and said, “Your aunt said that I was ungrateful and did not kiss her. I’m not letting her eat at the same table with us. I hate her.” According to his father, since it has a human soul, it also has a human mind and consciousness. It cannot be expressed in words, so it can only act. on. This big cock relies on his own great powerHe pecked all the chickens in the nest, and pecked the child who was passing by the door and cried. Father angrily stuffed it into the chicken coop. During the lunch break, my father had a weird dream. He dreamed that his aunt snotted him with tears and tears. When I was eating again, my father didn’t dare to neglect, and put a small bench by the table. Strangely speaking, the chicken stood on the bench and waited to eat. (Uncle Ghost: http://www.guidaye.com/ please keep the reprint!) Father put a small dish of rice on the corner of the table, and “Auntie” really started to eat.
The chicken is lost! Father got up early to feed the chickens and went to the shed to look at it and was shocked! The big cock was gone, so my father went back to the house and yelled to find a chicken. He looked around in the compound but couldn’t find it. My father sat on the bed in frustration and sulked. Later, he heard that he had picked up the garbage early in the morning and stole chickens from several houses in the yard. My father sighed all day, but after a day, the cock came back by himself! Father squatted beside the chicken excitedly, trimming the chicken feathers with his hands, and a kind smile appeared in his eyes. He went to the kitchen and grabbed the millet and placed it in front of the chicken. He found that the chicken was always shaking his head when eating. I knew it was a sprained neck. This was done by chicken thieves, who did it for fear of crows when stealing chickens. At that time, the thief thought that the chicken was dead and threw it on the car and pulled it away. The father stroked the chicken’s neck carefully until he could eat before returning to the house, lying on the bed and snoring satisfied.