Jue'er was in an extremely complicated mood at this time, and the sudden death of her father made it difficult for him to accept. looked at Wei'er's handwritten letter, but I didn't dare not believe it. He even fantasized about his mother appearing in front of him, and said to himself with a smile: "You stupid child, my mother is joking with you." ”

Regardless of whether this is true or not, he also has to do what a son should do. Jue'er led Xiaohu to Fengjiabao to prepare the mourning hall as soon as possible, and the courtyard was white and people also put on mourning clothes.

Mrs. Wang had just recovered a little, and she couldn't get up when she saw her family lying on the bed like this. A white-haired person sends a black-haired person, which mother is not sad?

"Is the second child really dead?" Li was a little incredulous, but Da Lang sneered: "They all went to such a place, who can come out alive?" I heard that people freeze to death there every year, and the second child can survive until now, because he is in good health. ”

Chu Li and Mr. Wang came to mourn together, and also brought a large number of colleagues, classmates and old subordinates who had a good relationship.

This funeral was very grand, and there were a lot of people dispatched. On the day of the funeral, there were even many soldiers who followed, and even the county magistrate of Fengjiabao probably didn't dare to be so arrogant.

Chu Li has experienced twists and turns as an official for many years, and he understands that this time is a good opportunity for Jue'er to pull an alliance. I tried my best to invite people with a little bit of identity around me to come over to support the scene, and these people didn't all go for Chu Li.

Sometimes people are so weird that they don't go to a funeral to mourn at all. It's to see what capable friends this family has, and the civil official wants to talk to the military attache about doing business and wants to tie up the civil official. Businessmen also have contacts to see if they can get closer and increase more contacts.

On such a big occasion, they must all be people who are good friends with the second room of the Zhang family. Mr. Wang, Chu Li, and Wang Xiaohu are well versed in this, and there are so many people.

"Good boy. The old man has never seen such a large guard of honor in his old age. Some of the onlookers were amazed. I didn't expect the Zhang family to be able to spend so much money on funerals.

Jue'er decided to hold the funeral in Fengjiabao without notifying the Changfang in advance, so no one in the Changfang had the opportunity to interfere in the entire funeral.

The funeral manager is Jue'er herself, and the account room is served by Jue'er's best brother Xiao Baozi. As for the coffin, because it was not prepared in advance. For a while, the gang couldn't find the best gloomy wood, not even the golden silk nanmu and cypress. I had to ask someone to carve a coffin with thirteen good cedar trees, and the lotus flower was painted on the coffin.

When Mr. Zhang died before, he was a second-room contributor in building a shed, and there was no special fanfare. Slightly stronger than ordinary people, I built a greenhouse and a street building with a ridge at the gate. It is said that it is slightly better than the other people's houses, and there is a place in the shed to receive relatives and friends who come to mourn. You can watch the troupes invited outside sing in their respective sheds.

But now that Erlang is gone, Jue'er will definitely not be willing to invite someone to sing. In addition, I have enough money in my hand, and I have hatred in my heart, and I have enough strength to buy it well.

There is money to make the ghost grind, this money is in place, except for the golden silk nanmu that is not easy to find, what are you afraid of?

A lot of effort was put into the scaffolding of this white thing, and the street crossing building at the gate was hung with colorful nets. Inside is the ceiling of the hanging blue crane, the moon door with a railing, and the shed is spacious and bright with hanging couplets. In addition to the coffee table seats for mourning guests, there is also a place where you can hang sacrificial hats and coats.

found the most famous teahouse in Rongcheng to come to Fengjiabao, and they knew the funeral procedures and etiquette best. There are certain routines from chanting, receiving three, sending off, leading the head to the costumes, and sacrificing doors. Of course, this aspect of the money is also the most expensive, and ordinary people can't afford it. Jue'er spent more than three hundred taels at that time. Afterwards, it was popular all over the city and became the talk of the people.

Because Jue'er was hot-headed, she didn't think about preparing for a while. Almost after reading the letter, I had to arrange a funeral. Fortunately, the people who do this business are acquaintances, and the teahouse hired to help search all the large and small white shops in Rongcheng has almost bought out half of the city's flags, umbrellas, fans and other things. Even Jinshan Yinshan, paper people, paper horses, and paper cows have also bought a fine light.

"Mother, you said that Jue'er, this kid is a loser or not?" Li Shi looked at the people outside and began to mumble again.

"This filial piety clothes, mourning basins, oil lamps, and all have them at home, so he wants to buy them outside. And you see, this Erlang is not a glorious way to die when he dies, and he still makes it so big. This is to attract gossip. ”

Mrs. Zhang took a bite of Li's fiercely: "Fart, that's my eldest grandson's filial piety." Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You just stop a little, who knows that it is the money paid for the second room, and the whole city thinks it is your long house. ”

Seeing Jue'er so filial, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but think that she might be even more exaggerated than this after a hundred years. In this way, when you go underground, you can also show off to the old man.

Even though Li said this, he could see Jue'er's generosity, and he couldn't help but be greedy, because most of the funerals of ordinary people were rented, but Jue'er was bought. From the big to useless flags and the small to the five tribute pots, all of them have been bought.

Li couldn't help but think, I hadn't seen your mother so generous when the old man was gone. But when I thought that Erlang was dead, the old lady would have to spend money when she held the funeral again, so that she could save a lot of money with Jue'er's. As soon as I thought about it, my mouth began to talk sweetly.

Where does Jue'er not understand the kindness of Xiaohu's father and son and Mr.? Take advantage of this opportunity to show goodwill to everyone and make full plans for your future.

"Then why do you have to buy the coffin from outside? Can't you use what you have for your grandmother at home? Da Lang was a little unhappy when he saw the coffin prepared by Jue'er. Isn't it just a well-dressed mound, as for such extravagance and waste?

"That's what my father prepared for my grandmother, and I'm the eldest son, so naturally I have to prepare everything. Wait for Wei'er to come back with her father's ashes in a few days, and then open the coffin and bury it. Jue'er's words made Da Lang lose his temper, but he was still tinkering in his heart: Wei'er is coming back, so isn't Dong Xiaoman coming back too?

Jue'er could see the uncle's thoughts, and pulled the corners of her mouth and sneered: "My mother is fine, so she won't be willing to run here to meet some shameless people." ”

Da Lang suddenly lowered his face, and was about to scold when he saw someone outside greeting Jue'er. He closed his mouth and swallowed his breath, and muttered, "For the sake of so many people, I will spare you first, a little rabbit cub who doesn't know the depths of the way." ”

As the brother of the deceased, Da Lang naturally wanted to greet the guests who came. But in addition to some people who usually take care of themselves, there are also some people who are not very familiar with them who are usually not very familiar with them, and Da Lang thought it was his own ability.

The funeral was held as scheduled, and even the neighbors and men were invited to attend. New and old guys from several stores of Jishitang and guys from other shops came to participate. The sheer number of people who came, and the sheer size of the scene was said to be unprecedented.

On the surface, Da Lang is the master, but after a few days, Da Lang found that he was simply the image of a passer-by. Those guys cried as if their father had died, and some knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jue'er and said that they would serve him for the rest of their lives. In such a scene, Da Lang and the others began to think that Jue'er was looking for someone to act.

But when the funeral passed, I suddenly found that things were not the same. First of all, some people in the city said that Da Lang died unjustly in a prison cell, and the word "wronged" was written everywhere in the cell where he lived.

Dong Xiaoman, the mother of the house, is said to have gone to the capital to beat the drum and cry out the grievances, but later I don't know what Lu Dao is for, and he was stopped by someone, and now life and death are clear.

Thinking about what this very famous couple has done over the years, especially when they started their home, there was a good hall dedicated to sponsoring students in the cold window, and now there are still a lot of students living there.

Immediately afterwards, the business that should have been the eldest son actually ran into the hands of the uncle, which made many people very angry.

In desperation, Da Lang publicly stated that as long as Jue'er got married and became a real man, he, who was an uncle, would naturally let go and return it.

This statement is actually not important at all, and it is just an attitude towards those rumors outside, and it doesn't matter to Jue'er. But as soon as these words were released, everything that Zhu'er had done before became a bubble.

At this time, Zhu'er realized how stupid she was, and she wrapped herself in one by one, and she thought that she was a smart savior who helped the two rooms get closer.

All of a sudden, the bead immediately wilted. Showing goodwill to Xiaohu, Xiaohu is always not at home, and wants to be soft with her mother's family, except for Jue'er, no one is her mother's family. Without the support of the second room, Zhu'er felt as if everyone in the family looked down on her.

Dong Xiaoman and the others finally arrived at Songjiang Mansion before Chinese New Year's Eve, and everyone stayed in an inn and washed up before asking Wei'er to buckle the door of San Lang's house.

San Lang was pleasantly surprised to see Wei'er, and when he thought of his second brother dying in a foreign country, he couldn't help but feel sad and indignant. Wei'er smiled and didn't say anything, and only asked San Lang to go to the inn with her.

Huang watched from the side for a long time, and Dong Xiaoman should have also arrived at Songjiang Mansion. may be inconvenient to come to her own house because of past events, but she still treats her as her own concubine.

"Husband, why don't we go to the inn to visit my sister-in-law first. Take her to the house, no matter how good the inn outside is, it is not as convenient as at home. Hearing his wife's persuasion, San Lang nodded and got up with red eyes and followed Wei'er to the inn.

When he arrived at the inn, when San Lang saw Dong Xiaoman, he knelt down with an ordinary sound. Dong Xiaoman stepped forward with a smile and helped him up: "San Lang, you are really too polite, this is not Chinese New Year's Eve, you kowtow now but there is no pressure on the money." ”

Dong Xiaoman's words made San Lang remember the New Year's money that his sister-in-law had just passed the door to give him. The scenes of the past made Saburo feel even more uncomfortable.

"Okay, I'm not dead yet." Erlang, who had shaved his head, said on the side, and Saburo saw that the nondescript person was actually his second brother.

"Second brother? You, how did you become like this? "Isn't it dead?

Don't? San Lang suddenly remembered that in the past with the second sister-in-law, the vague meaning, the second sister-in-law really robbed the prison?! (To be continued......)