When Hou Jin was drinking just now, he emphasized several times, asking Ma Laosan not to call himself a monkey, saying that now he is also an official of 800 people, so he has to call him Lord. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But Ma Laosan just can't remember, and now he dares to call Zhu Jinglun's nickname, he is even more unhappy, if this guy calls Zhu Jinglun by his name in the future, then just call him, what else can he say.

"It's not in the way, it's all my own brothers. It's called by name, and it sounds kind. ”

Ma Laosan was at ease, laughed, sighed, and looked very happy.

"Third brother, do you have anything to prepare, it's time for us to go!"

Ma Laosan said that he had nothing to prepare, and he just said he would leave.

Zhu Jinglun's things were also packed up by the county officials when he was talking to Hurd just now, and the boat was waiting at the dock.

Let's go.

Zhu's mother is in Nanhai County, Nanhai County is separated from Xin'an by a river, Xin'an is the Shenzhen of the later generations, and the South China Sea is the Zhongshan and Zhuhai of the later generations, which are not far apart.

The criss-crossing waterways can go straight to Nanhai County, enter the Hengmen Waterway, enter the Shiqi River, and finally land at the West Wharf of Nanhai County, and go all the way to the east, from the Xishan Temple to Dengyingmen.

Xiangshan is actually a large tea-producing county, with as much as 80,000 quintals of tea produced every year, which is not less than that of Heshan. Therefore, there are a lot of local businessmen who do tea business, and after the five families traded, many of them went to Shanghi to become compradors. In modern history, there have been many talents, such as Rong Hong, the first international student, and Sun Dacang, who made a revolution.

Zhu Jinglun soon arrived at the Lin family, and the gate of the Lin family was as usual, but it seemed that the plaque had been replaced.

After the signing of the Tianjue Treaty and the recovery of Guangzhou, Huang Zonghan and others thought that Guangzhou was safe, and they rewarded them for their meritorious deeds, and promoted Lin Fuxiang to an official, but he was transferred to Xixi, and he was a fellow official in Ganzhou, and finally became a civil official.

Zhu Jinglun knocked on the door, and soon someone opened the door, Ma Laosan stepped forward to introduce that the nursing home was not like last time, but extremely respectful, even called the adult, and then warmly invited Zhu Jinglun to his home.

I didn't have time to deal with Lin Fuyong, so I didn't go to the living room, so I went directly to the back house to see the old lady in the end.

Listening to Ma Laosan, the old lady was already confused, she hadn't eaten for two days, and she kept talking about her son.

But just now I heard from the housekeeper who brought them in that the old lady suddenly felt better this morning, ate a big bowl of rice, and said that his son was coming back, which was really amazing.

When he arrived at the door, Zhu Jinglun was a little hesitant.

took a breath and shouted, "Mother! ”

Push in.

It is a large room, with a flower hall on the outside and a bedroom on the inside.

Turning straight to the inner room, I lifted the curtain, and saw an old man standing on the ground with the support of a girl, looking at the door with his eyes intent.

Zhu Jinglun stepped forward: "Mother, I'm back!" ”

Zhu Jinglun wanted to go up to help the old lady, but before he could meet the old lady, the old lady stumbled back, her eyes blank.

"You're not my son, my son is dead, really dead." ”

"My mother's eyes?"

Zhu Jinglun asked the girl on the side.

The girl said: "The old lady's eyes were not good a few days ago, and she couldn't see anything. ”

Zhu Jinglun sighed: "Mother, it's me, I'm back." ”

The old lady was very persistent: "You are not my son, I can hear it, my son does not walk like this." My son is really dead. ”

"It's really dead."

"It's really dead."

The old lady kept chattering, her voice became weaker and weaker, and Zhu Jinglun didn't know how to appease it, when he suddenly found that the old lady stopped talking and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

took a breath and said patiently: "Mother, it's me, I'm not dead." ”

Zhu Jinglun has always known that this old lady has been saying that his son is dead, insisting on thinking so, at first I thought it was the old lady's angry words, Zhu Jinglun planned to come to see the old lady many times, but today I came to the front, but I didn't want the old lady's eyes to be bad, or thought that her son was dead.

Of course, his son is really dead, but if she has good eyes, she can at least see what her son looks like.

"Mother. Mother? Mother! ”

Zhu Jinglun screamed, realized that something was wrong, immediately stepped forward, sighed, the old lady had already swallowed her breath, and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, with a distracted look on her face.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, the old lady thought that her son was dead when she was dying, I don't know if it was the mother and son who were connected or she was confused.

Zhu Jinglun looked at the old lady in front of him in a daze, and suddenly found that there was a kind of unexplained sadness welling up in his heart, as if he had lost something important, and he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to do. Is this the memory of the body? A blood connection with his mother?

The eyes were involuntarily sore, the tears couldn't help falling, and the whole person was stunned.

It was as if there was something in his throat, and he tried to cough it out, making a whining sound, like the whimper of a wild beast.

Everyone else was terrified.

shouted 'sir', but Zhu Jinglun felt that he couldn't hear anything, and a stream of hot blood surged to his head, and he was about to fall down.

Ma Laosan saved Zhu Jinglun.

Zhu Jinglun coughed for a long time, and when his eyes were black, he coughed up something stuck in his throat, which was a blood clot the size of a walnut.

Panting loudly, his eyes bursting.

gasping for breath and shouting: "Quick, please Second Master Lin, bury my mother." ”

After saying that, he lost all his strength, and his body was involuntary at all, as if he was dead.

When Lin Fuyong came back, Zhu Jinglun hadn't eased up, and the girls and mothers-in-law of the Lin Mansion had already put on a shroud for the old lady, and also put on filial piety for Zhu Jinglun, put on a sackcloth on the boat, and knelt in front of the old lady's window and choked.

"Lord Zhu, the festival mourns and changes!"

The improvement of his status made Lin Fuxiang respect Zhu Jinglun as well.

Zhu Jinglun returned the salute: "Second Master Lin, thank you for taking care of my mother these days." There is also a matter of begging, I beg the second master to help, choose a good coffin, feng shui treasure, and after three days of coffin, I will bury my mother. ”

Lin Fuyong said: "Don't worry, Lord Zhu, the villain must be arranged." The coffin has been sent to get it, and it was ordered a few days ago, I was afraid that the old lady had three long and two short, and I didn't think about using it, but I also wanted to use the longevity wood to suppress the little ghost. Not to think, alas! The old lady's yin house will be done now, and it will not be delayed. ”

There is no need for Lin Fuyong to come forward in person, the housekeeper of the Lin family found Mr. Feng Shui, looked at the wind and fixed the cave on Shiqi Mountain in the west of the city, found a good piece of land, paid money to the landlord to buy it, and immediately built a yin house for the old lady.

Zhu Jinglun has been really sad for the past three days, this has nothing to do with feelings, it is completely a manifestation of the body's autonomy, and his eyes have long been swollen from crying.

The Zhu family is a poor tenant, several generations of single transmission, poor in the downtown no one asked, since childhood did not know what other relatives, so there was no funeral, three days later directly mourned.

But there are still a lot of people coming, a lot of people from Xin'an, the four major merchants who do business in Xin'an, people from the Xin'an Yamen, Fuli also came in person, and he came to express his condolences on behalf of Baigui.

After the funeral, a banquet was held to thank the guests and the Lin Mansion, which had been busy for many days, and the abnormal funeral was completed.

In the evening, the housekeeper of the Lin Mansion came to report to Zhu Jinglun, saying that he had received 10,000 taels of silver as a gift money, and Zhu Jinglun asked him to take away 1,000 taels as the cost of the Lin family's purchase of things.

The funeral was over, but the mourning period had not yet passed, according to the rules of the scholars, Zhu Jinglun asked the housekeeper to find someone to build a grass house next to the old lady's grave, indicating that he would mourn here for three years.

In the era of filial piety, when an official's parents died, the official had to be suspended from his post, which was called Ding Wei.

If there is no special reason, the state cannot forcibly recruit people who are worried about Ding as officials, and the state can only forcibly recruit people who are worried about Ding as officials because of special reasons, which is called "seizing affection".

According to the ancient ritual system, the mourning service was three years, but in the Ming and Qing dynasties, it had begun to be reduced, generally twenty-seven months.

The Qing Dynasty Huidian stipulated: "Internal and external officials who are subject to the local system shall be licensed by the ministry at home (in the court), and shall be consulted by the ministry outside (in the locality) and returned to their hometowns to abide by the system." Beijing officials take the seal of the official seal of the same township, and foreign officials take the seal of the local official of their hometown...... Enlightened reporting, all starting from the day of the mourning month, not counting the leap 27 months, full of repetition. ”

According to this system, when Zhu Jinglun left, he left the official seal in the yamen, and reported to Bai Gui, and he was automatically dismissed.

If it is such a big person as the governor, it can't be so casual, "the governor and Ding Wei are not allowed to send it to the seal, and the documents during his term of office are selected to be carried out by one person, and he is allowed to leave office only after waiting for the decree", and it is stipulated that he can leave office only after the emperor's decree.

After that, Zhu Jinglun stayed by the tomb every day, and let people send some books and farm tools, read every day, and when he was tired, he opened up the wasteland next to it and planted some vegetables.

If you burn the paper once every seven days, you will lose seven times before you know it, and the first seven will pass.

On this day, standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the river, the vast water vapor rushed up.

Zhu Jinglun suddenly heard a voice in his head:

"Five percent of the energy storage can be turned on, whether it is turned on or not."

Zhu Jinglun couldn't help but be stunned, the dormant mechanical body in his body actually had enough energy reserves, this mechanical body was symbiotic with the life form, and his energy system was interconnected with Zhu Jinglun's body energy.

After the last bombing of the Polo Temple, the energy of the mechanical body was exhausted and entered a dormant state, and then it was constantly replenished with Zhu Jinglun's physical energy, which was charged for more than a year, and often only five percent of the energy was charged, only reaching the lowest starting state.

Zhu Jinglun couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, if this mechanical body could be restarted earlier, maybe the old lady wouldn't have to die.

"Turn on!"

But he didn't hesitate to give the order, because the machine was so useful.