"Third brother, what you said is easy, I'm afraid that after slaughtering the village, the master should slaughter us! Let's be quiet, so as not to anger our master. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The fourth brother knows that he can't be a killer, and he is careful that he will be killed by his master one day.

The third brother agreed: "We have already let go of some people who sent obituaries to report the mourning, and once they attract more mourners, it is even more important to slaughter the village." ”

The fourth brother nodded: "Although the eldest brother ordered us not to let go of a suspicious person, but after all, how many people died in Shangyao Village, and it is reasonable for someone to go out of the village to report the funeral. ”

"Let's not burn our brains, just listen to the orders of the eldest brother in everything, just wait for tonight!" The third brother breathed a sigh of relief, "I haven't closed my eyes for a day and a night, and I have to make up for it after the task is completed." ”

"Well, let's keep an eye on Lord Jia, the child is in his hands! The woman who picked up the child is also killed, and the Yao family child who is unconscious in bed, kill! ”

The atmosphere in the courtyard of Lord Jia's house was dull.

The child in the hot spring was taken away by Lord Jia, and the villagers did not allow her to wear linen and filial piety to Yao Dahu's family.

Letting the outside be busy, crying and crying, the voice of filial piety thanking came one after another, and she couldn't help, so she had to take care of Yao Dawa, who was unconscious.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, the hot spring took out the small black porcelain bottle that Master Jia gave her, and ruthlessly fed Yao Dawa the colorless and odorless potion in the porcelain bottle.

The hot spring doesn't know how powerful the potion of ancient legends is, but Master Jia said that if you don't touch this potion, you will definitely die if you take a sip.

The sun moved quietly, and before I knew it, it was afternoon.

The relatives of Lord Jia's family rode in a gorgeous car, and the funeral came.

When the villagers heard the news, they rushed to the entrance of the village to greet them, and led the carriage and horses all the way to the door of Master Jia's house, but saw that the carriage and horses were carrying a coffin with a shiny black and gold-plated cloud at the back.

"Why is Yao Dahu's family holding a funeral, and all the first-class Beijing officials come to mourn them? And such an expensive coffin? The villagers began to talk to each other.

"Maybe it's because of Lord Jia's face? But this is not a relative, even if Shangjing is only half a day away from our village, it is indeed strange that they came to mourn! ”

"I see, it's not because of Lord Jia's face, you look at the elegant charm of the carriage and horse decoration behind it, it is clearly the one that the women and children ride, Yao Dahu's family is holding a funeral, don't you invite the lady of the people to come and show up, right?"

The villagers suddenly stopped talking, and saw that the big man in the carriage had already shown his face.

The middle-aged man in a white plain suit took the lead in lifting the curtain, and the driver immediately brought a high pestle to the side of the car.

The coachman knelt down, hunched his back, and hurriedly wiped the mud off his master's shoes with the white silk handkerchief he had with him, and then immediately retreated.

The man reached out to pick up the woman in the car, and the white filial piety hairband tied to the high bun fluttered in the wind, causing a burst of surprise among the villagers.

"Lord Jia hasn't gone to the immortal yet, but he is actually filial piety? What kind of demon moth are they? ”

"Alas, who knows what these high-ranking families are thinking, I have long heard that there is a discord in the house of Lord Jia's house......" The villagers are all upset for Lord Jia.

The luxurious woman had a graceful temperament, and only a white silk flower was on her head, and with the support of the man, she covered her tears and whimpered and got out of the carriage.

Subsequently, the nobles of three, three, five and five all got out of the carriage and were led by the village elders into the gate of Lord Jia's house.

The suona was faint and throaty, and the sound of the gong shook the sky, as if it was mourning all over the field.

The villagers gathered around, and the people who mourned Yao Dahu's family also stood up in a proper manner, facing Lord Jia's relatives and bowed deeply.

The men of Lord Jia's family had sad expressions, looked at the rows of wreaths at the door, passed by the rows of couplets in the courtyard, and sighed in a low voice.

The women couldn't hide their true feelings, and they didn't care about their manners, so they began to cry and mourn.

It is said that a daughter-in-law who does not cry and mourn is not a good daughter-in-law.

"Father's ......"

"Father, why did you leave, and you didn't wait for your daughters-in-law to come to see you for the last time......

"Father, the hearts of the juniors are like knives, and their hearts are like knives......"

Listening to the cries of Lord Jia's relatives approaching the front of the mourning hall, the villagers scratched their ears and cheeks and talked about this matter, but none of them dared to remind them that they were crying wrongly.

At this time, Lord Jia's maid came out to greet the relatives, and there was no smile in her eyes, if she hadn't said in time, "The master is waiting in the inner room", the villagers would have thought that Lord Jia had really passed away!

Hearing the words of the servant, the relatives didn't understand, thinking that Lord Jia's body was parked in the inner room.

"Aunt Bizi, my father's great achievements in his life are full of admiration, we must bring his old man's body back to Beijing, and take care of his old man's funeral, no matter what, the future affairs must be lively, and we must not insult his old man's reputation when he was alive."

It was the eldest son of Lord Jia who spoke, a member of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who held two important positions, Jia Zixian.

Standing next to him is Lord Jia's second son, Jia Zide, who runs a money village and a silk clinic in Shangjing, and is really a rich man.

As the saying goes, officials do not compete with the people for profit, but Jia Zide did not avoid suspicion of relics because he was the brother of the Hubu Shangshu, but handled the gap between the official and the merchant with ease, so Jia Zide was also an imperial businessman.

The rich man was a little rounder, and his tone of voice was not small, "The villagers are full of enthusiasm for preparing for my father's funeral, and for this reason, I will take out 5,000 taels of silver as our Jia family's gratitude to the villagers for taking care of and helping my father." ”

When the villagers heard about the money, their eyes immediately flashed with light, but the light disappeared in an instant, Master Jia was obviously alive and well, what nonsense was his second son talking about!

The maid still had a cold face, "I'm afraid, the hearts of the eldest son and the second son are going to be wasted, the master is waiting in the inner room to talk to you, let's go in quickly." ”

As soon as the maid's words were finished, the daughters-in-law's crying and mourning shelves were immediately brought back, "Aunt Bizi said that my father is still alive?" ”

The maid's name is Bizi, but she is in her forties, and she is not the oldest among the maids of Jiafu, but because she has served Lord Jia for many years, her qualifications are extremely high, and both the servants and the masters of Jiafu must respect her as an aunt.

Aunt Bizi did not answer the woman's question because of Lord Jia's instructions, she didn't say much, but went straight to the inner room.

The relatives also hurriedly followed, and a heart that came to mourn wholeheartedly was completely shattered, and was replaced by a deeper dissatisfaction with Lord Jia over the years.

"Oh no! Oh no! A villager ran out of Yao Dawa's house, panicked, and the bad news came, "Yao Dawa, Yao Dawa...... He's out of breath! ”