With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Han Yourong walked peacefully in Xue Ming's arms. God was kind to her and did not let her die from the torture of illness.

Xue Ming heated hot water to give her a bath, carefully cleaned the dirt on her body, and then put her in a brand new shroud.

The coffin is made of thousand-year-old ginkgo wood. It was made while traveling in the capital. It was made by the most famous carpenter in Sijiu City. The craftsmanship cost alone cost [-] yuan.

Xue Ming dug a hole at the foot of the mine to bury her. Han Yourong was a young man who could not attend funerals, and his son Xue Yuan was too young to bear the burden of funerals.

The tombstone was also carefully carved by a famous stonemason in the capital. It was engraved with the tomb of his beloved wife Xue Hanshi Yourong. Xue Ming sat quietly in front of the tombstone to accompany her.

Sitting quietly from morning till dark, it was a joke that the two of them got married by chance. But a wife is a wife, and Han Yourong can afford this tombstone.

The next morning, Xue Ming's Post and Telecommunications Bureau sent a telegram to inform Tang Sicheng and his wife who were far away in the capital. They were Xue Yuan's godfather and godmother and needed to know the news.

I rode a bicycle to the factory to ask for half a month's funeral leave from the director. The factory had already arranged a cemetery.

There is a workers' cemetery ten miles east of the light bulb factory. Workers or family members of a total of six factories, including the light bulb factory, are buried there after their deaths.

However, there is a very strange rule that the deceased under the age of fifty cannot bury the body, and can only go to the crematorium to burn the body into ashes.

"Xiao Xue, I really tried my best. Wang De, the director of the cemetery, is a sworn enemy of me and the Zhao family. Mr. Zhao personally interceded and was rejected. That bastard only approved the ashes but not the burial of the body." Director Huo Ran said with a look on his face. Ashamed.

"I know, thank you, director, for helping me." Xue Ming felt that it was safest to bury his wife in the space, but this did not affect the deal with Director Wang Dewang.

"Sorry, little Xue Jie. Arrange for your younger siblings to come over and report as soon as possible. The factory will be very busy next month." Huo Ran said.

"I understand. Please give me a letter of introduction to Guangming County. I must inform my father-in-law and mother-in-law." Xue Ming planned to return to his hometown.

Huo Ran wrote a letter of introduction, stamped it with the official seal of the factory and handed it to Xue Ming, and was granted an additional ten days of leave.

Xue Ming went home with the letter of introduction, walked to the door of his house and took out an urn from the space.

Liu Yue'e grabbed her son's hand and said, "My child, are you okay? I have nightmares every day because I'm afraid you will be too uncomfortable to think about it."

She cried while talking, and Xue Ling also shed tears, "Mom, don't cry, my brother is a man and a man will not be confused."

Liu Yue'e had a lot of white hair on her head, and she was deeply shocked by Han Yourong's death.

Xue Ming tried his best to persuade them, and his eyes fell on his stepson Xue Yuan.

He sat quietly on the bed, with no expression on his face, and his head was sullen like a wooden man.

Liu Yue'e took her son to her bedroom, "You must enlighten Xiaoyuan from now on. This child has not said a word since he came back from the hospital."

Xue Ming was stunned and asked hurriedly, "Is it normal to eat? Have you eaten too much before?"

"Eating is normal. Let him eat and he will sleep. Let him sleep and he will sleep. He just doesn't say a word." Liu Yue'e sighed.

"As long as he can eat, I will enlighten him later." Xue Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This poor child must not have any accidents.

There was a large box in the bedroom, and Liu Yue'e had already packed Han Yourong's clothes.

Xue Ming brought the box into the space, burned all the clothes in front of Han Yourong's grave, collected the ashes and put them in an urn.

The next day was the day for the ashes to be buried. Xue Ming forced his mother and sister to take care of Xue Yuan at home and went to the Sixth Factory Workers Cemetery alone.

There was a jeep parked at the gate. Zhao Dalian got out of the car with a shovel, "Brother, the Erlian factory is very busy and he can't ask for leave. Can we two do it? If not, I will find someone else."

"Okay, please, Brother Dalian." Xue Ming parked his bicycle next to the jeep and untied the shovel and tombstone from the car.

"Give me the tombstone, and you hold the shovel." Zhao Dalian put the tombstone on his shoulders with force.

The cemetery was densely packed with stone tablets. Xue Ming handed the voucher to the staff and followed the staff to the cemetery assigned to Han Yourong.

There are tombstones on the front, back and left of a one-meter square piece of land. The staff said, "This is it. Please bury it as soon as possible. Director Wang is in a bad mood recently. If he comes over, he will cause trouble again."

"I understand, thank you, comrade." Xue Ming took out a cigarette for him, and dug a hole with a shovel with Zhao Dalian.

I dug a pit one meter deep, slowly put the urn in, then put the tombstone in and started filling it with soil.

Suddenly a drake-like cry came from behind, "Why are you digging such a hole? Can you afford it if you dig up someone else's ashes?"

Xue Ming turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a middle-parted hair and a mustache, holding his waist with both hands in the style of an old cadre.

"Wang De, I advise you not to look for trouble at this time." Zhao Dalian stood in front of Xue Ming with a shovel.

"Am I wrong? How big is the urn? Why dig such a big hole?" Wang De's voice was louder than Zhao Dalian's.

Xue Ming looked at him quietly. It turned out that this was Wang De, the director of the Liuchang Cemetery Management Office. He had to follow the rules and only allowed the burial of ashes.

"I am acting according to the rules! Zhao Dalian, I am not afraid of others being afraid of your Zhao family." Wang De and Zhao Dalian were tit for tat.

"Director Wang, I advise you to speak in a low voice and not to disturb these comrade workers who have dedicated their lives to the country's industrial discovery. Be careful when they come to you to reason with you at night." Xue Ming said calmly.

"Who are you trying to scare? You won't be allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China!" Wang De's voice was obviously much softer, and after a moment he became a bit stern.

Xue Ming's hat was too big, Wang De felt a little guilty, snorted coldly, turned around and left angrily.

"This is a lunatic. His father and my grandfather are sworn enemies. Don't let my brother be as knowledgeable as him." Zhao Dalian stared at his back and cursed a few times.

Xue Ming continued to make a tomb for Han Yourong, filled it with soil firmly, erected the tombstone, and burned paper money for Han Yourong.

"My wife, please pick up the money. Don't worry about your home and children. If you have any worries, just tell me about your dreams."

"Brothers and sisters, you can go with peace of mind. If anything happens, just ask Brother Xue Ming for a dream." Zhao Dalian threw a handful of paper money into the sky.

After scattering the paper money, Xue Ming asked Zhao Dalian to drive away first, enter the space to open the God's perspective, and wait outside the cemetery for Wang De to get off work.

I have been feeling very depressed recently and need a punching bag, and the short-sighted Wang De is quite suitable.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wang De pushed his bicycle out of the gate, and Xue Ming followed him quietly on his bicycle.

When passing by a small forest, Wang De pushed his bicycle into the woods and got into a patch of grass to defecate.

"The opportunity has come." Xue Ming crept up behind him and covered his head with a sack at lightning speed.