On the afternoon of the second day after Mrs. Zhao's death, Zhao Rongzhao, who had escaped from marriage and left home for five days, finally returned.

Grandma Song was also calm, and in the morning the ancestor agreed to let her son return home, and many people stretched their necks and waited to watch a good show, but they waited all morning.

In July, the sun is blazing, and in the afternoon, it becomes more and more vicious, and I dare not open my eyes to see the road when I walk outside.

The green jade pavilion is built near the lake, the courtyard is planted with green bamboo, lush, and the courtyard of the house is hidden in the verdant bamboo shade, which is also cool.

After returning from Yining Hall, Fang Fei has been busy in the account room.

Shuilian stood guard outside the house under the scorching sun, so that the master could summon her at any time, which should have been the work of the little maid, but after an incident in the morning, Shuilian had been nervous, for fear of being driven away by Mrs. Tai.

She was originally a second-class maid beside Grandma Song, and was sent by the Song family to Fang Fei to be a big maid, if she was returned because she offended her master, let alone make a room for Zhao Rongzhao, she didn't even have to be a second-class maid, so she could only match a boy and work hard to develop in the direction of the housekeeper's mother-in-law.

Fortunately, Fang Fei didn't trouble her after she came back, and no one asked her to pack up her things and go back to Grandma Song, but as long as Fang Fei hadn't spoken, Shuilian's heart hung in the air, and she had to be cautious so as not to be caught in the wrong place again.

Before the time came, Mrs. Xu in the front yard was in a hurry, holding up an oil-paper umbrella and walking towards the Green Jade Xuan, and she couldn't wait, so she went directly to the door of the account room.

After Zhou's mother went out to inquire about the situation, she quickly returned to Fang Fei, saying that the eldest aunt and grandmother and the eldest aunt had rushed back to the funeral, and the masters in the front yard were about to read the sacrificial text written by the eldest aunt, and asked Fang Fei to come over.

This memorial is not a trivial matter, if the old man is dying, most of the memorial is to praise the life deeds of the mourner. If he dies of illness, his daughter and son-in-law will 'crusade' against the Yue family in the sacrificial text, and if it spreads, the reputation of the main family will not be good.

But the eldest aunt is the eldest daughter of Grandma Song, Zhao Rongzhao's sister-in-law, and Mrs. Zhao is separated by a generation, even if Mrs. Zhao dies of illness, he is not qualified to write a sacrificial text to 'crusade', let alone his father-in-law and mother-in-law who are crusaded.

The eldest aunt and grandmother are not far from married, they sent someone to report the funeral yesterday, and they rushed over early today, Fang Fei raised his head, looked at the sky through the rhombic window, and silently closed the green book book.

The time is well grasped, Zhao Rongzhao, it's time to get home soon......

"The old ancestor also went to invite?" Fang Fei got up and straightened his plain white mourning clothes, then took the rosary on the table and prepared to leave.

"I don't know, I should have invited it." As soon as she went out, Zhou's mother opened the black bamboo oil paper umbrella to block the sun for Fang Fei, and followed Fang Fei step by step.

Walking to the corridor, Mother Wu in the old ancestor's house turned out from another way, stood sideways to the side, and blessed Fang Fei.

Mother Wu is the housekeeper of the ancestor, she can be regarded as half a master, her words and deeds represent the ancestor, and she never salutes people lightly, even if the old lady is alive, she just nods and says hello when she sees it.

"Why is Mother Wu here?" Fang Fei stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to help her, glanced behind her, and said, "Don't you have to serve the old ancestor?" ”

"In the afternoon, the sun was poisonous, and the ancestor drank the medicine, and just lay down, and the slave accompanied Mrs. Tai to the front yard for a walk." , Mother Wu did not smile, her speech was always concise and clear, and after speaking, she retreated behind Fang Fei and said respectfully: "Mrs. Tai, please, don't let the monks in the front yard wait in a hurry, it is rude." ”

Fang Fei nodded, and led the three of them through the winding corridor to the front yard.

The mourning hall is located in the main hall, with the green bamboo that has just been cut back to set up a frame, and then paste white paper, it becomes a wall, the large front hall of Nuo is divided into two, the back is placed in the coffin, and the head is kneeling with filial piety.

Because it was in the summer, the corpse was easy to rot and stink, and there were still several days before the day of burial, so the chief steward of Zhao ordered someone to move the ice stored in the winter from the ice cellar and put it in the coffin, and only took it out when the coffin was sealed on the eve of the funeral.

As a result, the whole mourning hall is exceptionally cool.

Walking into the front yard, there are paper people, paper horses, cranes and boys on both sides of the road, leaving only a long road for relatives and guests who come to mourn.

Further on, it is to the main hall, the big white silk flowers are hung on the main hall, the old lady's spirit card is placed in the middle of the offering table below, and the sacrificial supplies such as flowers, vegetables and fruits are placed, and below the offering table is a table of eight immortals, four monks sit on both sides, and they are knocking on the wooden fish and singing scriptures.

This time, the Zhao family invited forty-nine monks to the house to chant for the old lady, and there were small rooms on both sides of the inner hall of the mourning hall, most of them chanted in the inner room, and only four people were left singing scriptures outside.

The married girl went home to mourn, as soon as she entered the mourning hall, she had to pounce on the longevity and cry to express her condolences, even if she couldn't cry, she had to make a show, the aunt and grandmother came in the morning, and she had already cried, and now she is kneeling in the third row.

Kneeling in the first row were the eldest master, the second master, as well as Grandma Song and Second Mrs. Wu.

The second row is the position of the two-room aunt, a total of eleven people.

After that, there is the position of the grandchildren, whether they are descendants or concubines, they all kneel together, and the younger generations of the side relatives kneel outside the mourning hall.

The group walked through the front hall and came to the spirit, Fang Fei folded his hands and made a gesture, and took the three incense sticks handed by the little novice, she was the wife of Mrs. Zhao, she didn't need to kowtow to worship, the incense was raised to the eyebrows, and after worshipping three times, the incense was returned to the little novice and inserted into the incense burner on the table.

The four monks who were chanting the scriptures also stopped, put away the scriptures on the table of the eight immortals covered with robes, replaced them with the sacrificial texts handed by the little novices, and began to recite aloud: "The good day of the sacrifice in the summer Huan day at the end of the year of Jiachen and the end of the second year......

Fang Fei is the wife of Mrs. Zhao, and Mrs. Zhao is the same generation, and is the only one in the Zhao family who does not need to kneel except for the ancestors, she stands in the front, and the kneeling behind her are the eldest master and the second master.

Shoucai lit the lantern next to the ever-bright lamp, from the burial to the burial, can not let the lamp go out, especially at night, there must be a close dear younger generation to keep the spirit, the old lady only has such two sons under his knees, the eldest master and the second master two brothers have to take turns to keep the spirit, one to keep the first half of the night, one to keep the second half of the night, and have to be busy with other things during the day, two nights to stay up, the brothers are haggard a lot.

When the monk recited: "Diligent and thrifty will prosper the family, and the name covers one side of the rumor, the vicissitudes of life are seventy-one, and the bitter and sweet are all touched by the lips", and a sad shout suddenly came from outside the mourning hall: "Grandpa! The grandson is back late! ”――

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T-T,Kneel and beg for collection,Several girls who posted articles in the same period have exceeded 300.,Although the author Jun has no section. , but I'm also afraid of being locked up in a small black house and sitting on a cold bench, even if you recommend a ticket, ask for a collection of collections, collect collections, collect collections, ask for collections full-time, have a thick skin, ask for a long time, the more the merrier, and those who come will not refuse ~~

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