C54 (2/2)

At the same time, Tang Ran, who was at the side, subconsciously looked at me before asking, ”Who is this ghost …”

I shook my head but didn't explain.

When I looked back, I didn't see Second Uncle and Mother chasing after us. Just at this moment, the sky lit up.

The sun had risen from the east, and at the same time, roosters were announcing to the villagers.

Only then did Tang Ran heave a sigh of relief as he said, ”Alright, we're finally out of danger.”

Then the two of us took Father back.

This was going to be interesting.

Grandmother's funeral was to be arranged, and the fact that my father was now in such a state made it even worse for our family.

Not long after the three of us went back, the Village Chief and the others came to help.

When the Village Chief saw his father in such a state, he was so shocked that he almost bit off his tongue.

Immediately, he asked in embarrassment, ”Little boy, how did you three end up like this? Also, your father is fine, right?”

At this moment, father was dragged into his own room. At this time, he looked like he died.

I looked over at my father, not knowing what to say.

If I were to say that my father was beaten to this state by my dead second uncle, I wonder if the village chief would believe me after hearing this.

I immediately said, ”Father is injured. I'll have to trouble you to help us invite the village's doctor with bare feet.”

The barefoot doctors in the village were still qualified to deal with matters such as damage from a fall.

Even if he was incompetent, he had to treat him like a living horse.

In many poor villages, this was the case. Sometimes, when the villagers were seriously ill, even those who were on the verge of death had to be seen by barefoot doctors, rather than being sent to a hospital in the city.

You know, rural families like us who farm for a living don't have much income over the course of a year. If we get sick and get hospitalized, just a simple examination would be enough to make many families uncomfortable.

It was very likely that he had fallen sick. This family was going to be poor for three generations.

In this sort of situation, most people might not believe that such a poor family existed, but the truth was like this. There were people who were not full yet, and there were also a lot of them …

The village chief saw that his father was in a serious condition, so he didn't dare delay any further and immediately called for the barefoot doctor.

When the doctor arrived and saw his father's condition, he did not say much. He only said that his injuries were severe and needed immediate treatment before he went back to prepare some medicine. Other than hanging bottles, there were also some oral herbs.

With both of his arms in place, his father's condition gradually stabilized.

After calming down, it was already 10 in the afternoon.

They busied themselves all morning, putting Grandma's body into the coffin.

In the afternoon, he needed to be buried.

According to our local custom, when we are buried, we have to be filial children who throw a bowl on the ground and break it. This custom means that my parents raised me and now my parents are dead, and the people who gave birth to me and raised me are dead.

This is the explanation in the superficial sense, and in the deep sense, the grief for the death of the parents.

In any case, this is a ceremony that must be carried out by one's own son. If this family has only a daughter and no son, this basin will also be broken. It will probably be crushed by a carriage, or a hearse.

This sort of situation was most likely caused by no future. If this were the case, the people from the village would gossip about him.

The reason why people fought for a son, other than having children to protect against old age, was also because of the traditional ceremony. It was because when one was old, there was a person who would throw basins for them in order to perfect the ceremony of death.

This was because many people believed that the incomplete rituals would affect their rebirth.

But now, Second Uncle is dead, and my only son is my father. If father is unable to throw this basin, then he will most likely be seen as a joke by the people in the village, and my grandmother will not be able to have a complete reincarnation in the underworld. In this situation, she might even become a vengeful spirit, or she might even stay in the mortal world.

As a result, the pressure on the barefoot doctor during the morning was still considerable.

While I gave my father fluids, I boiled herbs for him.

Fortunately, his father finally woke up after a long morning of torture.

Although his body was still incomparably weak.

However, with the support of the two fellow villagers, he had to complete each of the important ceremonies with great difficulty. His father could no longer bear the grief of knowing that his grandmother had been buried.

This way, he would feel a little awkward.

Those who were carrying their grandma's coffin had used a bench to carry their father back.

But in the morning the infusion was already done, and there was no way around it. The barefoot doctor, after giving my father a soup, told me that he would come back the next day and leave.

As for the other people in the village, they did not stay here any longer. After packing up the necessities, they left in a hurry, as if they were afraid of being tainted by the bad luck here.

However, I don't care about that at all.

After all, I've been busy for a few days now, and I want to calm down.

After seeing that my father's condition was relatively stable, Tang Ran and I ate dinner and went back to rest early.

Early the next morning, I heard a sound coming from my father's room and rushed in.

He woke up and wanted to go to the toilet, but he didn't have the strength to do so. He stood up and took a step, then fell down.

He was too weak for this, so I had to call him up and help him to the bathroom.

When he came back, he helped him put his father to bed and that was the end of it.