After Xu splashed his face in front of the mourning hall, Zhao Shunshun fell into the ground. Although Zhao Shun's illness lasted for two months at most, he was hanged in advance, if the Xu family went out to sue the government, although the crimes of the clan brothers were not enough to be sent to prison, they would inevitably be beaten to the court. The prisons are all ruthless and don't have long eyes, and the long sour jujube stick on their bodies is enough for them to boil.

Huang Xiucai and Shopkeeper Han talked about the key points here, and the noisy clansmen of the Zhao family all shut down. Originally, this matter was also Zhao Shun's fault, when he did business in Xuzhou Mansion and earned some family property, he came to the township to worship his ancestors and was touted by the clansmen and brothers, and when he was drunk, he said that he would hand over the ancestral property to the clan, but fortunately, he did not make a written note and the matter had passed for so long, and the Zhao clan could not confront each other unilaterally.

This dynasty attaches great importance to filial piety, and it will take three years for the filial piety to participate in the autumn festival, and Zhao Yiming cannot participate in this year's autumn festival.

According to the folk custom, filial piety can not be visited for a hundred days, the Xu family was afraid that the Zhao family would bully the orphans and widows, so they forcibly organized Zhao Shun's funeral, and when Zhao Shun entered the ground, he took it out and fell ill.

Zhao Yiming held the soup and served the medicine without leaving his mother for a moment, and Chen Qi'an and Han Xingjian helped him move the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the school to the house. Chen Xuejiao took the ten scripts that Zhao Yiming gave her before, and asked Chen Qi'an to take them with her, and also said: "Confucius lost his father at an early age, and his family was poor. Five out of ten are determined to learn, make unremitting efforts throughout their lives, and eventually become a generation of saints. I don't want Brother Yiming to be like Confucius in the future, but I hope that Brother Yiming will serve his mother and set up the door early. ”

Chen Xiucai hasn't written for half a month. The salted duck eggs at home have been pickled into oil, and this time it goes without saying that the restaurants and tea shops in Baitu Town have come to buy them.

Chen Xuejiao is not doing retail sales to make a living, but transporting them to the town's restaurants and tea shops in batches. When the duck eggs are sold out. and he earned ten taels of silver. Since the weather is warm, ducks have begun to lay eggs, Baitu Town is close to the Xiaohuai River, every household raises ducks, but it is not like Weishan Lake large-scale duck farming. The scattered duck eggs of every family are enough to pickle salted duck eggs every month, Chen Xuejiao is thinking that she will not go to Weishan Lake to collect duck eggs in summer, and it is easy to break on the long road. In the surrounding villages, families collect it.

Chen Xuejiao leaned against the door and looked at the sparkling waters of the Xiaohuai River outside. The willow leaves changed from a tender green in early spring to a slender strip of intense green, and the entire riverbank was covered by the willow trees. There are also people on the other side of the river, and it is dusk. Someone moved the table under the willow tree, served noodles, and dripping sesame oil on the pickles, and the man hated not having stewed meat after a day's work. Standing outside and scolding the woman in the pot house, this woman is not easy to bully. Holding the shovel and poking his head out, he scolded in his throat, and the two almost fought.

The wheat on both sides of the river has been tasseled, and the bunches of wheat are poking into the sky with the wheat mangs, and they look the same every day. Rape flowers have already bloomed. Bulge out long and thin pods. The river is full of lotus roots, and when the day is completely hot, the banks of the river in Maoshan Village are full of layers of lotus flowers. Tightly nestled with the green round lotus leaves, red and white, people on both sides of the river have put the little baby in the wooden basin, push it into the layers of lotus flowers to enjoy the cool play. There are also some men who take off their tops and plunge into the water and dive to the bottom of the water to touch the fish and dig lotus roots.

Now in the hot season, the village begins to catch cicada chrysalis along the riverbank. After the moon rises, the little monkeys scramble out of the soil, wipe their hands along the willow trees and drop a few, take them home and fry them in a hot pot with salt, which is fragrant and tender. At this time, every household will fry a plate of butterflies and monkeys to satisfy their hunger.

These days, Chen Xuejiao has been touching butterflies and monkeys with Qi Ping, Xuewa, and Big Egg every day.

Before it was dark, the Li family washed rice and cooked, the room in the north wing has always been very cool, such as today's warm up, Chen Xuejiao returned to the house to help Jing Hao wrap the thread, and after a while, his face was red, and his hair was full of sweat. Huang Dragonfly threaded the needle and thread with Jinghao and Xueru in Chen's house every day, and when she saw the beads of sweat on Xuejiao's head, she handed her a pu fan to fan the wind.

Qi An and Qi Ping came back from school, and Chen Xuejiao and Chen Xueru helped Li set up the meal. The mung beans grinded the thin noodles, added egg whites and green vegetable leaf juice and kneaded vigorously, rolled into dough sheets and put them in the pot, and took out the green ones. The fat and thin pork belly is oiled, crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, chopped into minced meat, mixed with garlic paste and poured on the noodles, Qi Ping can eat two large bowls at such a young age.

As soon as Li Shi put the noodles and poured a thick layer of minced meat in front of Qi Ping, he heard a commotion outside, and then news came that the boat on which Chen Xiucai was sitting sank in Yuhang.

The bowl of rice in his hand fell, and the hot noodles poured on his feet did not hurt, and the rest of the words were not heard clearly, and his brain was buzzing, as if he was wrapped in layers of mosquitoes.

Chen Xuejiao stood up strongly, the sun had just set, and she only felt that the sun was dim, and the persuasion and shouts of the neighbors outside were also low, and her eyes were dazzling and her ears were buzzing.

The soldiers who came to report the funeral were soldiers from the government, dressed in black, with a white scarf in their hands, and the white hat on their heads was beaten to the ground by Pan's broom, and a white filial piety cloth was tied around their waists. Except for a knife pinned to his waist, he was dressed the same as the future life when Zhao Shun died the day before yesterday.

The man stood at the door at the beginning and only said that the eldest son of the Chen family was gone, and the old lady Chen listened to it in the house, and her whole heart seemed to have fallen into a pot of oil, and she only thought it was Chen Zichang. In her heart, the eldest of the Chen family is, of course, her eldest son.

Zhang followed the head of the old lady Chen and looked at the white cloth in the hand of the funeral queen and was about to wipe away his tears: "Uncle who is hard-working!" ”

It's no wonder that Mrs. Chen and Zhang both think that Chen Zichang is dead. He followed Xue Yao to live in the city, and there were many troubles, last time in order to hold a play, he climbed up with the son of a big family, if it wasn't for the momentum of Dingfu, he would have been beaten out of his teeth. It hasn't been a few days since he came to report his funeral, and Mrs. Chen was about to fall if her steps were unsteady. Chen Zigui went out to ask for clarification, and when he entered the house, he said that the eldest brother Chen Zimin was washed away by the flood, and the Zhang family was still pretending to cry, and was hit by his own man with an ear scraper: "Howl your mother's funeral, it's Xiucai who died." ”

As soon as Mrs. Chen heard that it was Xiucai who died, she immediately suppressed the tears just now, picked up the door and stood up and asked, "Is it Xiucai?" Seeing Chen Zigui nodded, the smile on his face was about to come out.

Old Man Chen was found from the ground by Chen Zifu. After getting the news, Ben Jiang entered the courtyard, pulled the sleeve of the mourner and shouted: "What are you talking about! Whose mourning is it to report! ”

The man's mouth was clear: "How many Chen Xiucai can there be in the entire Maoshan Village?" ”

Old Man Chen threw away his hoe and fell to the ground crying. I couldn't stop shouting Liu's, shouting Wenxiu, shouting that my life was bitter, so old to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

Lee's tears have not yet flowed. I fainted in my chair. The noisy voices outside are all around my ears, but I can't hear them in my heart.

Cai pinched the Li family and poured a bowl of ginger soup. When she woke up, she was already lying on the kang, and several children were sitting around her, her eyes red from crying.

Lee slowed down for a moment before he began to gasp. One hand hugged Qi Ping Qi An, and the other hand hugged Xue Jiao Xueru. Chen Qiping threw himself into her arms with a "wow", and his face was wrinkled with crying. Xue Ru cried out, and Chen Qi'an and Chen Xuejiao sobbed, while afraid of hitting Li's back.

And he saw his four children crying like this. Li couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, and his mother hugged each other and cried. When the neighbors heard the news, they heard a cry in the house. knows that Chen Xiucai has suffered, some sigh, some complain, and some cry.

The yellow dragonfly listened to the news. Hurriedly went back to the private school to report to Huang Xiu, only to know that he rushed at this time, pushed away the chaotic crowd, and pulled the soldiers who reported the funeral to speak: "Can you find the corpse?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Xue Jiao felt a "sigh" in her heart, she only cared about crying just now, but she forgot to ask this layer.

The soldier ran all the way, he didn't eat a bite of tea or a bite of food, he was angry in his heart, but when he saw his wife and daughter in this room, his heart softened, and he sighed and said: "The Qiantang River is urgent, and there is a big tide, and the man fell into the water with the boat, and he can't even splash the water, where can he find the corpse?" ”

"Can you see my father's name on the notice, Chen Zimin?" Chen Xuejiao came to her senses and asked clearly.

But the families who suffered inevitably had a bit of luck, and they didn't find the corpse, so maybe they were still alive. The soldier originally wanted to laugh at Chen Xuejiao's little ignorance, but when he saw her round face and big eyes with tears, she gave her own daughter-like snow tuantuan, took out a candy ball from her pocket and put it in her hand and said: "Don't say anything else, just say that the Xiaohuai River in front of the door, if you fall into it, you won't be alive, let alone if you fall down the river, how can you live!" The corpse is placed in front of the yamen of the prefect of Xuzhou Prefecture, if you don't believe it, send someone to take a look. ”

Chen Xuejiao's heart was discouraged when she heard this. Huang Xiucai knew that Chen Xiucai had little hope of survival, but he still decided to go to the town to find the shopkeeper Han, and went to Xuzhou Mansion to inquire together.

Shopkeeper Han and Zheng Huozi had already got the news at this time, and hurriedly came, meeting Huang Xiucai and Chen Zifu on the way, and the four of them rushed to Xuzhou Mansion overnight.

In addition to drinking tea and eating, the government also has to give some money. The mourner was hungry, so Cai comforted Li, wiped her tears and asked Xuewa to bring a bowl of tea and hand it over.

In the upper room, the old man Chen fell to the ground and couldn't get up, and was persuaded by the neighbors to carry him into the upper room on the kang, he held his head for a while and dizzy, Mrs. Chen hurriedly patted him on the back, usually I don't see her like this, at this time I heard that Chen Xiucai died and became attentive.

Old Man Chen couldn't lift it in one breath, his lips trembled, and Old Lady Chen pinched her nose and poured a cup of tea: "Old man, the boss's life is not good, people can't be resurrected after death, you have three long and two short, how can I live." ”

Zhang leaned on the door frame to pick his teeth, and asked Mrs. Chen with a loud voice: "The mourner asks who is in charge and wants to report the funeral money." ”

Chen Zigui excused himself: "Dad's pear blossom stuffed is still there, stir-fry two dishes, and I will accompany the mourning brother to eat a few cups." ”

The cry of the north wing came, especially Chen Qiping's cry was the loudest and crisp, the old man Chen came up in one breath, the eldest son died, but the younger son was drinking and eating food for the mourners, the wolf's heart and dog's lungs were not crawled out of a mother's belly, but also raised by a father, and he was not hurt at all when his brother died. As soon as his stomach became angry, he slapped Chen Zigui hard, and pointed at Mrs. Chen with his fingers and scolded: "Your good son ......"

A mouthful of phlegm came up, blocking his throat and eyes, unable to speak. (To be continued)