In the early morning, it was slightly cold and the dew was heavy, and the corners of Qingniu Village were covered with green moss.

In a small wooden house in the northwest corner of Qingniuzhai, a 16 or 17-year-old boy in a leather jacket was blushed and trembling. He lay a thin layer of straw under his body, and his body was also covered with a thin layer of straw.

"Has Shanwoo got up? Mr. Yu came in?"

The door was pushed open from outside, and a white-haired but strong old man walked in with a bowl of medicine.

When the old man saw the boy's template, his brows frowned, and his movements accelerated a little. He casually placed the bowl at the head of the bed and stretched out his right hand on the boy's head.

"So hot!"

It's so hot in just one night?!

It seems that it is Shanwazi's fault this time.

This is a good child, but his life is not good.

My mother died of dysfunction and my father died of hunting. She grew up eating a hundred families and finally became an adult, but she actually suffered from a serious illness and was alive. She was in short order. She was such a poor child.

The old man sighed. Although he had seen such a thing, he still felt very uncomfortable every time he encountered it.

Although the old man judged that the young man could not survive, the medicine was boiled and there was no reason to throw it away. He treated the dead horse as a living horse. The old man slightly raised the boy's head and fed the medicine to the boy spoonful by spoonful.

"Shanwoo, whether he can live depends on your luck."

This is the world, people are too fragile.

If you get sick, you can survive if your life is hard, and if your life is weak, you can only die.

Everything is fate.

The old man sighed again, finally glanced at the young man, and left the cabin with an empty bowl.

Outside the door, a young man waited there with an anxious expression, looking into the room from time to time. When he saw the old man coming out, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Yu, how are Brother Shan doing? Are you getting better?"

The old man shook his head, looked back at the cabin again, and turned around and said, "It seems that it is not possible, prepare for a mountain burial."

After hearing this, the boy was stunned forever before muttering to himself: "Brother Shan, Brother Shan, he fell into the water to save me. I, I... was fine the day before yesterday, why did I fall ill yesterday? I can't do it today, this, this..."

The old man glanced at the young man and said, "This is all fate. Haven't you fallen into the water? You're fine, but Shanwai fell ill. This is all fate! This is Shanwai's life is not good, but he doesn't have that fate. Don't blame yourself too much."

It's light, but it's a life, or the life of a fellow villager, or the life of a person who died of illness in order to save him. How could he think that nothing happened?

The old man has seen such a person and knows that it is useless to say anything now. If he says too much, he will be useless and dislike him. So he didn't say much. He just shook his head, sighed, and left.

He has done everything he can do, and let the rest be left to fate.

The old man walked a few steps and turned a corner. He saw a magnificent middle-aged man in leather clothes standing there, obviously waiting for him, asking about Shanwazi's condition.

When the old man saw the visitor, he was not surprised and took it for granted.

The old man stepped forward and said, "Master of the Village."

"Shanwozi, how are you?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It's no longer possible, it's only a few hours. Let's prepare for a mountain burial." The old man said truthfully.

"Mountain Burial..."

This is a custom. After a person dies, he must be sent to a specific location on the mountain for food for monsters in the sky.

This is a custom that has been passed down here for thousands of years.

In addition to mountain burials, there are also water burials and wooden burials.

It just depends on the customs and habits of various places.

Although Qingniuzhai is surrounded by the river and the mountains, the mountain burials are traveling.

"Shan Wazi's father and I had a lifelong friendship. Unexpectedly, Shan Wazi saved Zhuzi's life again. Alas, I originally planned to..." The middle-aged man said with emotion while recalling.

But I didn't know what I thought of, but the middle-aged man stopped before he finished speaking and said to the old man: "I understand, thank you Mr. Yu."

After the old man left, the middle-aged man walked up and patted the shoulder of the young man standing outside the door and said, "Zhuzi, let's go, prepare for the mountain burial for your brother Shan."

After so many years of inheritance, mountain burial has long had its own set of etiquette norms.

"No, Brother Shan is not dead yet, he is not dead!"

The middle-aged man patted the boy's shoulder heavily, led him to look at him, and said solemnly: "Look at me, child, mountain kids have no father, brother or children, he only has you, you are the only friend. You must handle the mountain burial for him, and you cannot let him leave so indecently."

"Yes, but...yes..." The boy finally chose to follow his father's advice.

For the decentness of mountain burial, we must prepare early. We must start the mountain burial immediately after death. The time is tight and there are many processes. It is impossible not to prepare in advance.

Born here and raised here. Although Zhuzi knew a rough idea, he did not know the specific process.

"Father, what should I do?"

"First go to Huanhe next to the village to make a few buckets of water, then boil it, add twice the water, pour it into the clean pool, then put the mountain baby in and clean it.

"There are at least two people in the mountain burial. You need to find another person. At the same time, someone is responsible for collecting fresh grass and wooden branches, and using wooden branches to build a stretcher for two people to carry.

"After the mountain kid is cleaned, put it on a stretcher covered with grass, and then the villagers in the village will each send a flower and cover it with him.

"And then, you two will send the mountain kid into the mountain and place it on the funeral platform."

Speaking of this, the village leader's expression became particularly serious. He stared at the boy's eyes and told him: "Remember, when you arrive at the funeral platform, don't make a fuss, no matter what you see, keep quiet. After putting the mountain baby down, leave immediately without looking back. When you come back safely, I will ring the death knives and complete the entire funeral. Do you understand?"

Zhuzi nodded solemnly.

This is what he can do for Brother Shan in the end. It is related to Shan’s last dignity. He must do it well and cannot let Brother Shan leave in the end.

With such thoughts, Zhuzi followed his father and left the small wooden house where Brother Shan lived.

My father had something to do, so he left first, leaving Zhuzi alone.

"Who else should I find someone?"

Zhuzi was thinking about the candidates, and people passed by one by one, and the number continued to decrease. In the end, when only two or three candidates were left, Zhuzi had a choice.

Since you need to be decent and need a lot of preparation work, you must naturally be serious and responsible.

Only those who have a good relationship with Brother Shan will be serious and responsible to Brother Shan.

Just like him.

Dagen…seems to be the most suitable candidate.
Chapter completed!