I have to say that Zhao Laohan's regular life makes Huang Hong extremely boring. He couldn't wait for some rain to make him sober.

In comparison, Xiao Su Ke is much harder.

After Xiao Su left the yamen, he first found the contact point of the bad guys.

After doing what Di Renjie told him to do, Xiao Su wrote down what happened in Zhao Jiatai concisely in a booklet.

After doing this, Xiao Su walked out of the bookstore, and then hurried to the mortuary under the cover of moonlight.

And the guy in the bookstore has long been surprised by this kind of thing.

Because, the back door of their bookstore is connected to the back door of the teaching department.

There are many thin-skinned scholars in Bingzhou City, all of whom come to their store to buy things under the pretext of going to the back of the workshop......

This arrangement seems to be to hide people's eyes.

But in the concealment of people's ears and eyes, there is something else.

It can only be said that this kind of arrangement is exactly in response to that sentence, the bad people of Datang will always step on the line between good and bad, impartial......

When Xiao Su arrived at the mortuary, Di Renjie did not arrive.

At the door of the mortuary, there were only the two men from Zhao Jiatai.

Although the two men are relatives with Zhao Shilang, in fact, the relationship between the families is average, and they don't move around too much on weekdays.

It is precisely because of this that the two of them were lined up in the city by Zhao Guangan today.

The two of them wanted to avoid bad luck, but they didn't expect to do such an unlucky thing at night.

"Do you have dolls in the house?" He asked, looking at a few people.

Xiao Su didn't even know where her daughter-in-law was, let alone a doll.

As for the two Zhao family members, they all nodded.

One said that his nephew lived in his house, and the other said that the doll was still young.

"Okay."

After a good word, he took out a piece of red cloth from his arms, pulled out two strips of cloth, handed it to the two Zhao family members, and ordered them to tie it to the wrist of his right hand.

It's not the first time that either of them has participated in a white event, and they know that they shouldn't ask too much about this kind of thing.

However, in the past, they were told to tie it to their left wrist, and the name of the deceased was greater.

After giving the two of them a blank look, and leaving a sentence of "believe it or not", he walked to Xiao Su's side, pulled a bench over, sat down, patted the bench again, and motioned for Xiao Su to sit down as well.

Although Xiao Su was a little unsure, he still sat down.

"Do you want to pull a piece of red cloth?"

Xiao Su shook his head, "What do you want it for?" ”

"Yes, it's really useless for you to come. This red cloth is for those who have dolls at home. If it weren't for the fact that I had done something good today, I wouldn't have bothered to care about those who didn't matter. ”

It doesn't matter to the people, it's natural to say that the two people of the Zhao family.

Xiao Su smiled slightly, thinking that although this work was quite strange to do, it didn't seem to be bad.

He immediately cooperated: "Then why do you wear it on your right hand instead of your left hand?" ”

In fact, Xiao Su is also a little confused.

"Well, it's not complicated.

According to common sense, the left hand is large, and the red cloth is worn on the left hand, one to show respect, and the other to avoid evil.

However, because this time it was night, and it was a dead doll that was buried, so it had to be worn on the right hand.

As for why, I don't know. Anyway, that's what my master taught me, so that's what I think. ”

Such an answer, although somewhat ambiguous, is better than not saying anything.

At least, the two people of the Zhao family obediently tied the red cloth on their right hands after listening to the words.

A few people waited for a while, and Di Renjie also arrived.

However, everyone still waited until three o'clock later, and Song Mian instructed the two people of the Zhao family to prepare for the spirit.

Originally, it was a very tedious thing to rejuvenate.

But this time, because things are different, it is very easy to get up the spirit.

After instructing the people not to speak or turn back after the spirit has arisen, he lit a stick of incense, circled around the child, and said, "Immediately raise the spirit, and you must follow the original body, and do not move or look around."

If there is the slightest mistake, be careful that it will never be recovered. ”

Although the voice of the chatter was very small, but at such a time and place, he said such a sentence, which made everyone feel a little chill.

Especially the two Zhao family who are closest to each other.

It was the height of summer, but I shivered.

After the spirit, Song Mian walked in the front, followed by the two Zhao family carrying the light coffin, Di Renjie and Xiao Su to finish.

Thanks to the strong body of the Zhao family, otherwise, they might not be able to walk back to Zhaojiatai with the light coffin all the way.

At this time, Zhaojiatai can be called brightly lit.

In the past, the oil lamps that were reluctant to burn a single drop were all lit today.

The people of Zhaojiatai prepared ninety-nine ever-bright lanterns in accordance with Song Mian's statement early, and placed them at the entrance of the village in the shape of a trigram.

In addition, there are nine people carrying nine lanterns at the entrance of the village.

Song Mian didn't stop until he walked to Changming Deng, waved his hand to stop the two people who were carrying the hall behind him, and said softly: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement." Today, I borrowed the Qiangua to get a good background for you, and you don't have to mess around. ”

Of course, Song Mian still said this to the air.

After finishing speaking, Song Mian asked the nine people, "What time is it?" ”

"It's just past the end of the day."

Song Mian pinched his fingers and counted for a while, nodded and said, "Let's go, go to the master's house." ”

The nine people immediately lined up in three columns, and none of them were implicated in red cloth, so that the cloth was arranged in the style of a trigram to open the way ahead.

The group walked for a while, and then arrived at the small courtyard of Zhao Si's family.

People are still outside, and the cries of grief can be heard in the distance.

Needless to say, the one who cried was Zhao.

As for Zhao Si, although he cried loudly, his tears couldn't stop flowing.

After everyone entered the courtyard and settled the boy of the Zhao family, Di Renjie noticed that there was a strange place.

There was not a single woman in the crowd.

He didn't ask questions on the spot, but just silently kept it in mind, preparing to discuss it in detail with him after this matter was over.

"Are the dumplings and noodles cooked?" He asked.

A man said softly: "According to your instructions, three bowls of dumplings and three bowls of noodles are ready." ”

"Okay, what about the dumpling soup and noodle soup?"

"It's ready, too." As he spoke, the man gestured to the four small bowls on the table next to him.

He nodded, turned around, and said to the two Zhao family members who came back with the coffin all the way: "You two, one person has a bowl of dumpling soup and a bowl of noodle soup." ”