"Father, there are children guarding the mourning hall here, you can go down and rest for a while. ”

Liu Heng whispered to Liu Ling, with a strong tiredness in his expression, and the blue under his eyes became more and more serious.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the boat was late and encountered a head wind, and Liu's this year seemed to be a Tai Sui, and he was unsatisfactory everywhere.

First of all, the Zhang family and Huang Song secretly communicated with each other, and the inside and outside jointly betrayed Hejian County, causing the entire Liu family to be imprisoned.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Fengjun died in a hurry, and his father fainted in the mourning hall because of his grief, and he was sick and forced to hold on to the funeral. Liu Heng watched his father grow old for more than ten years in a few days, and his usual pampered leisure and elegance were replaced by depression and illness.

Liu Ling was sick, very sick, and vomited a mouthful of bloody sputum when she just coughed.

Liu Heng was frightened by that situation, for fear that his father would be overworked and go with his grandmother, so he repeatedly dissuaded the other party from resting.

However, Liu Ling is a stubborn character, not only refusing to take a break, but paying more attention to the funeral of the old feudal monarch, and asking about everything.

"It's okay—"

"Father, your body is very important. If my grandmother had a spirit in heaven, she would have been distressed when she saw it. ”

Liu Heng said all the good things, but he still couldn't say Liu Ling.

“…… You burn more money for your grandmother......" Liu Ling couldn't help coughing as soon as she said two words, her obscure eyes dimmed, "In addition, the sesame oil money you donate to the temple will weigh by two percent, and you must let the master of the temple be more dedicated and recite a few more scriptures every day." ”

There are many temples near Hejian County, and most of the local scholars believe in Buddhism.

When the old feudal monarch passed away, he naturally invited the most famous local master to chant and practice for the deceased for forty-nine days!

After some hard work, Liu Ling's condition became more serious, and he was tortured to the point of being broken in just a few days.

Seeing this, Liu Heng's eyes burst into a moist mist.

He didn't expect his father's affection for his grandmother to be so deep, and he was so dedicated to her afterlife.

The people are gone, and the dead are greater.

As a junior, Liu Heng can't complain about the excessive things that his grandmother did before her death, and everything will disappear.

He said, "My son understands that he will definitely remember to donate an extra 20% of the sesame oil money." ”

According to the current atmosphere, the time of suspension varies according to the economic situation of each family, such as 17, 37, 57 or 77. Ordinary people can be buried after seven days, the little rich family has a longer time, and the family with identity and face can stop for seven days and forty-nine days. The status of the old Fengjun in the Liu family is not low, and the number of days of suspension is naturally according to the seven seven-

When the suspension is over, it is followed by the funeral and burial, and the coffin is closed into the tomb of Liu Ling's biological father.

The long forty-nine days not only tortured the corpse of the old feudal monarch, but also tortured the filial sons and grandsons who guarded the spirit.

Liu Ling's body was sick and she worked harder, and Lao Fengjun couldn't afford to be sick just after the seventh day, and the affairs of the mourning hall could only be handed over to Liu Heng to take care of.

Hearing the news, Huang Song was surprised, "Liu Ling is also sick?

Wakeing is hard work, just in time for the alternating seasons, the Liu family fell ill one after another, and there were not enough people in the house, so they could only be hired from outside the house. Huang Song took this opportunity to insert a few eyeliners, and the people who treated Liu Ling were Huang Song's people.

Lang Zhong didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, and hurriedly raised his hand to return to Huang Song, "It's true, his body is very depleted, both inside and outside, and he is overly worried and depressed, if he doesn't recuperate and treat, I'm afraid he won't survive the day when the old lady is buried——"

Huang Song's eyes widened in shock, and he blurted out, "So serious?"

Lang Zhong said, "It's only heavy, not light." ”

"Liu's is guilty of Tai Sui this year, the old lady has just died of illness on the front foot, and the eldest son is dying on the back foot, is this going to be a funeral?" Huang Song didn't care if Liu Ling died, he only cared if Liu Ling died, he still had to carry a black pot, "You go back and treat him well, what medicine is good to cure and what works, don't be stingy." Even if you use strong medicine, you have to hang this person's qi and don't let him die. ”

Huang Song didn't want to read two sacrificial texts in a month, it was too unlucky.

If Liu Ling dies, he will be thrown on his head, he will not be wronged.

Hearing Huang Song's instructions, Lang Zhong didn't dare to take it lightly, and waited carefully for Liu Ling.

A few days later, Huang Song received news from the scouts in front of him that Jiang Pengji had sent a messenger to the funeral.

"Who did Lanting send?"

Cheng Jing replied, "Wei Ci, Wei Zixiao!"

Huang Song said, "Wei Ci, I remember that he is Youmo's fellow disciple, and it seems that Lan Ting values this person very much." ”

After all, he is mourning his elders on behalf of himself, and he is not a confidant who is not qualified for this.

Cheng Jing said, "Zixiao's ability is like Taiyin, although it is not as dazzling as the scorching sun, but it has its own brilliance, and it is normal for him to be valued by Lan Tinggong." ”

After all, they are brothers in the same school, and a wave of business blowing each other is the basic operation.

Of course, this is not brainless boasting.

Wei Ci's ability to govern is inherently strong, but his personality is low-key and he never competes, which makes his sense of existence not high.

After two days, Wei Ci arrived in Hejian County in a dusty manner.

Under the shadow of war, Hejian County became more and more depressed and cold, and the nearby cultivated fields were deserted and grassy, and farmers were not seen for a long time. Although Huang Song took Hejian County without using strong troops, there were still many people who fled in a hurry and with their families.

When I entered the city, there were no people on either side of the street, the wine shops and tea shops were closed, and the steps were covered with moss and thick ash.

Wei Ci is a messenger sent by Jiang Pengji, Huang Song naturally will not indulge him to come and go freely in his own territory, and it is indispensable to check and tempt.

No matter what means he does, Wei Ci can deal with it perfectly.

Because of Jiang Pengji's relationship, the Liu clan was isolated by the Hejian clan, and the vicinity of the old mansion was extremely cold, and the movement of the crying spirit could be faintly heard. This time, when the old feudal monarch passed away, many scholars did not come to mourn in order to clear up the relationship, and closed their doors to thank guests, such as the Shangguan family.

Such a cold appearance has never been seen even in the most difficult times.

Of course, some people coaxed and some people didn't, and Wei Yuan, the old father-in-law of Qi Guanrang, dared to come to the door to offer condolences with great fanfare.

Wei Ci came in a hurry, and Liu Heng, who was staying in the mourning hall, heard the news and hurriedly asked the servants to receive Wei Ci.

At the same time, Liu Heng also told his father Liu Ling about this.

Liu Ling was seriously ill and bedridden for a few days, but her condition improved a little and she became conscious.

Hearing that Jiang Pengji sent someone to come to the funeral, he was stunned for a long time, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Liu Heng was secretly puzzled in his heart.

Since his father was seriously ill, he often showed this expression that he couldn't figure out.

"It's rare for her to have this kind of heart...... Heng'er, entertain the messenger well, don't be cold. ”

Liu Heng said, "Hmm." ”