With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Li Chuanying's family only had two thatched houses. There was a bed in the main room, and the dead Li Shanhe was lying on the bed.

She was devastated by the death of her only relative. "They wouldn't let my grandfather and my grandmother be buried together. I didn't want to send my grandfather to a mass grave."

Crying was contagious, and Xue Ming felt uncomfortable. Li Shanhe was still very kind to him. He once bought bear bile from him at a high price with the night-light pearl passed down from his family.

Before the establishment of the commune, ordinary people had private farmland, and after death, they were buried in their own farmland. Starting in 1954, rural land was nationalized, and until now, the land belongs to the collective.

Theoretically, the brigade has the right to refuse the deceased to be buried on collective land, but the brigade still allows the deceased to enter the ancestral grave because the deceased is the oldest. The reason why Li Shanhe was treated differently may be because he was not a poor peasant.

"Don't cry yet." Xue Ming thought carefully for a moment and said, "I'm going to meet the leaders of your brigade. If they insist on refusing, will we bury the old man in the forest?"

Li Chuanying kept crying. Xue Ming pulled her hand away and said, "You stay here with the old man first. I will go to the brigade headquarters to find the branch secretary. Dahuang stays with you."

Dahuang grabbed Li Chuanying's sleeve and pulled her away from her master. Xue Ming took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

The Li family belongs to the bee farm brigade of Guangming Commune, and the brigade headquarters is just south of Guangming Town.

Xue Ming came to the brigade headquarters and saw brigade captain Dai Ruifeng. He took out Double Happiness cigarettes and gave them to him, "Hello, captain Dai, I am Xue Ming from the Zhaocun brigade, a friend of Li Chuanying."

Dai Ruifeng instantly understood his purpose, looked at the filtered cigarettes and said in an official tone, "The land of the Bee Farm Brigade belongs to the collective, and the collective has the right to refuse her grandfather to be buried in the collective land."

This sounds very convoluted. Xue Ming was too lazy to talk nonsense and took out a wad of newspaper from his schoolbag and placed it on the table. There were three kilograms of wild boar meat wrapped in the newspaper. The lard had soaked the ink on the newspaper.

Dai Ruifeng swallowed quietly, struggled for half a minute and said seriously, "This matter is difficult to handle. Li Shanhe and we are not members of the proletariat."

"You think of a way." Xue Ming smiled with a smile on his face but his mother said in his heart, "Li Chuanying is so poor that she can't even afford a coffin, so she's not a proletarian?"

"Let's do this. I'll discuss it with the party secretary and I'll give you a confirmation in the afternoon." Dai Ruifeng glanced at the newspaper again and issued an eviction order.

"Sorry to trouble you." Xue Ming turned around and left and met an aunt outside the brigade headquarters. "Hello, aunt, where is the ancestral grave of Li Shanhe's family in your team?"

"I don't know." A trace of disgust flashed across the middle-aged aunt's face, and she passed by him with her head held high, dragging him as if he was worth [-] yuan.

Xue Ming asked three more people in succession. They all looked disgusted and did not want to mention Li Shanhe. It was obvious that class hatred was engraved in their bones.

Finally, a seven or eight-year-old child told the location. There is a small solitary grave next to the mass grave, which is the grave of Grandma Li Chuanying. The mass grave is the grave of teenagers who died in a foreign country and who died young.

"Being buried here is worse than being buried in the forest." Xue Ming left the mass grave and came to Li Chuanying's house. He saw Dai Ruifeng and a middle-aged man standing in the yard.

"You are Comrade Xue Ming." The middle-aged man came to Xue Ming and held Xue Ming's hand tightly. "My name is Dai Ruifeng, and I am Comrade Dai Ruihua's cousin."

The party secretary and captain of the same brigade turned out to be cousins. Xue Ming found it very mysterious, "Hello party secretary Dai, I am Xue Ming."

Dai Ruihua turned to look at Li Chuanying, who was sobbing softly in the main room, pulled Xue Ming away a few steps and whispered, "Comrade Xue, you don't know, Li Shanhe is a capitalist and we are not a united front."

Xue Ming nodded and said, "Once when I went to the food station to sell wild boars, my wallet was stolen. I almost lost more than [-] yuan. It was she who helped me find the wallet. A person must repay kindness, what do you think, Party Secretary Dai? Yes or no?"

Dai Ruihua was speechless for a moment, and Dai Ruifeng suddenly snorted, "Who knows what she was thinking at the time, Comrade Xue must be wary of sugar-coated bullets from the remnants of capitalists."

The good guy's sugar-coated shells were all out, and Dai Ruifeng returned the newspaper wrapped with three kilograms of wild boar meat to Xue Ming, "Comrade Xue's invention of a pedal thresher brought glory to our Guangming Company, and we can't accept your stuff."

"Well... Captain Dai's ideological awareness is really high." Xue Ming gave him a thumbs up, then turned to look at Dai Ruihua, "I want to return a favor to her, can Party Secretary Dai do it conveniently?"

Dai Ruihua pondered for half a minute and suddenly stretched out a finger, "I will help you return her favor if you settle in our bee farm brigade. The brigade will not only allow her grandfather and her grandma to be buried together, but will also fund the purchase of a coffin for her grandfather."

Xue Ming did not expect that he would become a popular person. The political influence of being named and praised by the People's Daily was quite large. He would enjoy some special care in whichever brigade he settled in.

For example, more pesticides will be distributed, and less difficulties will be faced when delivering public grains, etc. These are all real benefits.

"Thank you, Party Secretary Dai, for your love. As long as you can convince Party Secretary Zhao Tian of our team, I will agree to settle in your team." Xue Ming kicked the ball to Zhao Tian. Zhao Tian would only agree if he was crazy.

"This is what you said. You can't go back on your word when the time comes." Dai Ruihua smiled and patted Xue Ming on the shoulder. "The bee farm brigade agrees in principle to bury Li Shanhe, but we will not send the coffin."

"Thank you, Secretary Dai." Xue Ming gave away another three kilograms of wild boar meat. Dai Ruihua waved his hand and refused directly. They did not dare to accept the little inventor's things.

The cemetery problem was solved but he couldn't be happy. No neighbor came to help Li Shanhe's innocent life. Is this the fall of humanity or the loss of morality?

After the Dai brothers left, Xue Ming walked to the main room and lifted up the sheets to look at the body. He found that Li Shanhe had a peaceful face, as if he was asleep.

Xue Ming put down the sheets and sighed, "The old man must be over eighty. Death is a joyous occasion. Don't be too sad. Did he leave the coffin behind when he left?"

Li Chuanying turned to look at the rotten bamboo mat in the corner, "Grandpa didn't let me buy him a coffin. He said he would roll him up with a bamboo mat..."

Speaking of which, she burst into tears again. The only South Sea pearl was purchased from bear bile to treat lung disease. How could a family like hers save money to buy a coffin?

Xue Mingxin said that this is the sorrow of ordinary people. They can't even afford a coffin after death, but coffins are indeed not cheap, and the story about selling one's body to bury one's father is not fabricated.

"You stay here with him, and you don't have to worry about the rest." Xue Ming decided to help her, rode his bicycle to Grandma Li Chuanying's grave, and took out a shovel from the space to dig a hole.

After digging the hole, I rode to my uncle's house and asked him to use a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree to make a coffin for Li Shanhe.

Li Shanhe waved his hand and refused, "It's too late. It will take ten days and a half to do the observation. By then, everyone will stink."