Jia Cong walked over, Lin Ruhai's body was parked in the main bed, and Steward Lin, Guan Chaosheng and other staff members were busy writing obituaries to the mourning officials and Lin Ruhai's relatives and friends.

Jia Lian was still the first time to hold a funeral, and he couldn't be busy alone, but fortunately, the portable lamp along the way was lit from the bedroom to the gate of the Lin Mansion.

Lin Daiyu wore a decrepit filial piety dress according to the first class of the five suits, and cried on the edge of the bed, sobbing and breathless, with purple juan and snow geese on the side, Jia Lian made a look: "You go and persuade Sister Lin, let's discuss the funeral again." ”

Jia Cong stepped into the bedroom, Lin Daiyu's filial piety clothes were rough and linen, plain silverware, the eleven-year-old body became more and more delicate, and her eyes were painted with tears, just like Xizi's cheeks, Jia Cong didn't say anything, gave a reassuring look, and the corners of Lin Daiyu's lips opened slightly: "A courtesy system, official or private?" ”

"Let's do it together, I know that there are many customs in Southern Province, not only to accept the mourners, but also to comfort the spirit of the aunt in the sky, Qiqi still has to do it, Sister Lin rest assured, everything is still with us." Jia Cong said calmly, Lin Daiyu was a little relieved, although nominally Jia Cong was the cousin of her mother's family, but a decent man, she unconsciously regarded it as a calm and reliable brother, a safe haven, and a foothold.

"The image is painted, the mountain people approve the book, pick up the paper money, drop the basin, cry and mourn, the small funeral, the big funeral, the Qiqi, do you want to go to Suzhou?" Guan Chaosheng painted an image of Lin Ruhai and held it into the mourning hall.

"Suzhou wants to help the soul to go, take the waterway, it can be reached in a few days, and then talk about it after Qiqi." Jia Lian obviously accepted the Lin family's property and was very motivated.

Jia Cong was speechless, Lin Daiyu didn't know anything about these natures, he remembered that Daiyu said to Baochai in the Grand View Garden that all her food and clothing were from Jiafu, so the next person chewed the root of the tongue behind her back, Lin Daiyu didn't know anything about the family property, ancient women, had to find a man to be a backer, and the husband was the sky. Unmarried and obedient to her father, she is now no one to follow, to say pitiful, it is not nothing.

On the second day, Zhao'er asked the "mountain people to review", and then a few days later, he chose the day of Tingling, the color shed was set up in the backyard garden, Jia Cong picked up the pen, wrote obituaries, bookkeeping, Sun Fu, Long Aotian, Xing'er, Long'er, etc., and the people of the Lin Mansion went out of the house to post, and the Lin housekeeper took people to entertain the mourners, and Guan Chao came into the account room panting angrily: "The coffin is selected, according to the grade of Master Lin before his death, a pair of oil fir vermilion paint." ”

"Have the monks and utensils and offerings prepared for reciting the sutra?" Jia Cong stopped writing.

"There are enough utensils sent by the salt transport envoy, the prefect, and several salt merchants, and the second master Lian is entertaining them, and the young lady is bitter and buried, and she is troublesome with Master Cong to take care of it." Steward Lin sincerely requested.

Jia Cong thought that after all, Lin Mansion was not like the Jia Mansion clan, which had many people and many subordinates, and it was not chaotic to deal with, which was enough to deal with, so he nodded and agreed. Guan Chaosheng didn't go, and when he came out of the account room, he stopped and said, "Zili hasn't decided on a marriage yet, right?" ”

"No, it's still young, is it possible that you want to guarantee me a matchmaker?" Jia Cong said strangely.

Guan Chaosheng shook his head: "No, it's just a pity, a pity, a pity, ......"

With the forest steward into the weeping flower gate, to the garden to stop the ground, the left and right sides of the guests are full, most of the trees in late autumn have withered away, the banners of the inscription flutter with the wind, the monks invited by the temple are wearing robes, knocking on the scriptures and turning around, and the front of the spirit is full of offerings.

Lin Daiyu was white, knelt down and burned tin foil in the basin, crying so much that there were no tears, Steward Lin said in a low voice: "The spirit of the lord in the sky will definitely bless the young lady, go beautiful, the biggest condolence official is the governor of the river in Huai'an, only to the second seventh, I heard the letter and sent a gift, I heard that a prince was there, they praised the master very much, if the young lady and the old man said, alas, ......"

Lin Daiyu's lips moved, and Zijuan said: "Master Cong is good at doing things, but you are disrespectful to the old like this, before the funeral, how can there be a ...... to talk about marriage"

"Yes, yes, the old slave is talking, Master Cong has come in......" Steward Lin sighed and shook his head silently.

Jia Cong paced to the front of the spirit to pay homage, Lin Daiyu glanced at him with bright eyes, held the copper basin in his bare hand and shattered it, the teardrop threads on his cheeks fell, his forehead fell on the edges and corners of the coffin of the oil fir and vermilion lacquer, the purple cuckoo snow goose went to help her, Lin Daiyu muttered to herself: "You say, will Jia Yan be reborn in bliss?" ”

"When the old man is settled, my aunt will be beautiful before and after his death, and he will be famous, he will definitely do it, does Sister Lin remember where her home is?"

"Wood Blasphemy."

"That's good, after seven or seven years, we will accompany you back to Mudu, I still have to go to Shengze, Sister Lin is weak, so I cried Ling, go and rest first." Jia Cong couldn't bear it when she saw her watery eyes, so she walked away after speaking.

Lin Daiyu suddenly gave birth to a little self-regret and self-hatred, only the sound of reciting mantras in the empty mourning hall, the smell of paper money and incense burning, there was a string of paper money that she hung up with her own hands, according to Jiangnan customs, the deceased was a few years old, just hang a few pieces, her mood at this moment, like the fluttering smoke, wandering without a track, being tricked by the wind.

……

At the pavilion banquet, under the dispatch of Steward Lin, the flowing water seat was seated one after another, and the cronies of the governor of the river gave gifts and bookkeepers to attend the meeting: "Red and white ceremonies, my lord asked me to transport three animals, Lord Lin is a piece of scenery, Prince Yu's line stopped in Huai'an, originally to send someone to pay tribute, in the end the prince has a big stake, that's it, my family gives this face, it is for the prince, the prince gives this face, it is for the Jia Cong master of Rongguo Mansion......"

The guests on the table sighed, Jia Lian laughed, and Shen Sanguan, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, toasted, "In the end, it is the people who came out of the Guogong Mansion and the Son of Heaven, the second master Lian and the second master Cong are extraordinary, and there are successors ...... the grandfather."

The salt transport makes the adults laugh, compliment, and praise, and the new Yangzhou Patrol Salt Imperial History is still on the way, so you can take the opportunity to eat a private salt, and the official salt of Huaibei is going south.

After seven or seven, the slaves of the Lin Mansion were dispersed, the slave contract was lifted, and the Lin housekeeper also left in tears, and Fu Ling went south, Jia Lian rode a horse first, and told Xing'er Long'er to cry on their behalf.

On this day, onlookers gathered on Yangzhou Chengnan Avenue, traveling according to the seven-grade honor guard, the halogen book, the banner fluttered, the paper money was sprinkled on the street, the drums rang out in unison, the cry shook the sky, Sun Fu cried and laughed: "Can you have this battle when you die?" ”

"Come on, I'm hard."

Jia Cong also rode a horse in front of Lin Daiyu's sedan chair, upstairs in Wuyun Pavilion, there were many guests pushing the window, sticking their heads to watch, some envious, some jealous, among which Liu Caiwei and Jiang Huajiao were talking about poetry and painting in the private room, Liu Caiwei's slender jade pointed down: "The one who rides a horse in the middle is Jia Cong." ”

"A talent, worthy of a prodigy, I bought the book of the Yangzhou branch, and I have a hand in writing about the monster. It is said that Lin Yushi has a daughter, all blame the young age, at that time the prefect of Tianfu was her teacher, praised her for being smart and sensitive, I don't know who to cheapen? Jiang Huajiao said regretfully.

"In his early tens, he is not young, fifteen years old, that is the age of marriage, not as good as me, and he is still in the old courtyard in his early twenties." Liu Caiwei said with a smile.