Zhang Meixi wore a plain white filial piety clothes, a filial piety hat, and knelt on a white cotton mat.

She propped herself on the mat with both hands and buried her head in it.

The material of this mat is not bamboo or wood, it is probably a kind of plant rattan or grass, the weaving is delicate and chic, she rubbed it with her small hands, smooth and flat, and faintly revealed a little coolness.

"Uh......h Woo......"

There was a long whimper behind him, a sad tone, and another wave of worshippers finished offering incense.

Zhang Meixi raised her head slightly, these five houses that were used as mourning halls did not have any partitions, they were tall and broad, and white clusters were stacked with curtains.

The mourning table in the center is also very large, filled with snacks and melons and fruits, and a white candle the size of a baby's arm is offered for the portrait of an old lady.

The old lady has a very thin face with sharp beaked monkey cheeks, and only a pair of eyebrows are delicate and smoky eyebrows.

Under the spiritual table, Zhang Meixi, who was kneeling on the mat not far away, also had the same eyebrows on her face.

In fact, four days ago, more than 100 guns pulling foreigners to knock down the courtyard wall of the Zhang family's mansion were quickly beaten into a sieve by the hundreds of people from the Zhang family's mansion and the county security guards who came to support.

The old lady of the Zhang family, who had been sick in bed for more than ten years, finally couldn't stand it anymore and left, and the old lady's sick and weak granddaughter, who was only ten years old, also fainted on the spot.

After waking up, she knelt quietly and obediently on the straw mat in front of the spirit, Zhang Meixi, who fulfilled the obligation of filial piety to her granddaughter, has a soul from a hundred years later, she is an engineer in a pharmaceutical research institute.

"Uh......h Woo......"

Another wave of visitors had incense, and the mournful sound sounded behind them again.

With the sound of whimpering for a while, Zhang Meixi, who was kneeling on the ground, secretly complained:

"God, I've recently been partial to the Republic of China articles serialized on the Internet, and I've read five, six, seven or eight articles, so you don't need to travel me to the Republic of China to experience life! Originally, the updates of those articles were very slow.,Waiting for a week and a month.,It's a big joke.,If you want to see those latest updates.,It's going to take a whole hundred years.。 ”

Zhang Meixi was depressed, and in this sad and sad funeral atmosphere, she also snorted a whimper in her mouth, who knew that she immediately alarmed her mother, Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang immediately reached out and stroked her daughter's petite and immature back, turned around and commanded in a very low voice:

"Take the eldest girl to the back hall to rest for a while."

Immediately, a young woman with white filial piety crawled over half-lying on her stomach and helped Zhang Meixi to the back hall.

The back hall was also covered with plain white curtains, wide and broad, and a bunch of housekeepers saw the eldest girl walk in, and immediately surrounded them.

There is a clever little girl in her teens, white clothes and white pants, and a peach face who led Zhang Meixi to sit on the chair, this little girl is Zhang Meixi's personal girl, and has a name that matches her face, Peach.

Peach gently lifted the thin linen filial piety hat on the eldest girl's head and arranged the white velvet flowers on her head.

Another lady in charge brought clear water, towels, and tea, Zhang Meixi finished washing, reached out and grabbed a white flower on her head, and said to the girl behind her:

"Pick it all, I have a headache."

The little girl Peach had no choice but to take off all the flowers, straighten out her hair loosely, comb two small braids, and skillfully make a few white head ropes mixed with them to make a white chrysanthemum.

Zhang Meixi frowned with a pair of good-looking cigarette eyebrows, and pushed aside the tired white velvet flower on the table with a look of disgust.

With a soft click, a velvet flower fell to the green brick floor, and the two peanut-sized beads on the velvet flower shone with a lustrous pearl.

The little girl peach immediately bent down and picked it up, and while picking up the pile of velvet flowers, she said:

"Mrs. deliberately asked someone to open the box and took out a box of pearls to make velvet flowers, and I picked a few of the smallest, which are still a little heavy."

Zhang Meixi didn't care if it was in line with the rules to wear pearls at funerals in the Republic of China, and now she eats and wears everything exquisitely, but she is not comfortable at all.

The war in the Republic of China is famous, and the territory where it is now located, the Xiangma bandits in Shandong Province are famous, and Zhang Meixi passed through in a burst of gunfire.

The old house of the Zhang family has just been robbed by bandits, dozens of people have died, and the funeral dares to make such a luxurious pomp, it is clear that he is shouting, I am a fat fish, come and kill, I am a fat pig, come and catch it.

But what good way does she have, recruit troops and divide one side, or cross the Pacific Ocean to become a second-class citizen?

Zhang Meixi looked down at her white and delicate little hands, she had inherited the memory of the original owner, and now this body is only ten years old, and she is still a female doll who rarely goes out.

Mrs. Zhang stepped on a pair of small feet and staggered in with the girl's head.

At a glance, I saw my daughter wrapped in filial piety clothes with a calm face, sitting on a large Taishi chair, such a big chair, which made her daughter look more and more small.

There was a breeze blowing, and the white veil behind the Taishi chair swayed, faintly revealing the large Western women's month card picture hanging on the wall, the Western picture of the month card, with a combination of Chinese and Western calendars, printed on the Western calendar in August of the eighth year of the Republic of China in 1920.

Mrs. Zhang sat on another large Taishi chair across a large table, looking at her daughter in a daze with a distressed expression.

In the past few days, my daughter has been full after drinking three meals of convulsive medicine soup, and the meals are much less than before, and it is not good to say anything to amuse and be happy, the old lady has just gone, and during the mourning.

After hesitating for a long time, Mrs. Zhang finally opened her voice and ordered:

"Bring a bowl of ice to the big girl."

Bing Jili is the favorite of the big girl, it is the Western method of ice fruit in summer, the taste is delicate and smooth, but in the end it is made of ice, eating too much must be bad for the body, don't give her food, and for a while I can't think of any way to relieve my girl.

The ice auspiciousness in the small white porcelain bowl was quickly served.

Zhang Meixi lazily pulled the ice cream in the bowl a few times with a small white porcelain spoon, and the taste was good, so she ate half a bowl spoonful by spoonful.

She plans to live to be 110 years old and continue to read novels on the Internet, such a grand goal, she must maintain good health.

Mrs. Zhang was still entangled, if the girl opened her mouth to eat another bowl of ice auspiciousness, she would tell her that she would have a stomachache, but seeing that her girl had half of the leftover food and put the spoon, she knew that she had a bad appetite, and her heart was even more entangled.

A tall lady in charge opened the white cloth curtain at the door and came in to report:

"The county parents are here, and the county magistrate has brought someone to incense the old lady."

Mrs. Zhang listened to the voice of the housekeeper with a hint of glorious joy, slightly displeased, and scolded in a low voice:

"What kind of character is the county magistrate, it's worth shouting about."

Then he turned his head and said to his daughter in the softest voice:

"Xi'er, you can rest for a while."

Then get up and go out.

"It's not going to stop."

Zhang Meixi said as she slid down on the tall Taishi chair, and the white satin shoes embroidered with white flowers and pearls stepped on the blue brick floor, holding Mrs. Zhang's arm, and the mother and daughter helped each other out.