After receiving the news of Kong Ling's death, Liu Feng pondered in the presidential palace, according to what funeral ceremony should be used to bury Kong Ling, or be buried in his hometown Chen Liu, or buried in the Qinglongshan cemetery. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Someone!" Liu Feng shouted to the guards at the door.

"Your Excellency, what's the matter?" The guard walked in and saluted.

"Go and inform all the officials in Qiaocheng, just say that Kong Ling is dead and let them all prepare, and then go and notify the ministries to make all the preparations, I want to bury Kong Ling in Qinglong Mountain!"

After Liu Feng finished speaking, he walked towards his bedroom in the president's office, where a room was specially designed for Liu Feng to store his clothes.

"My subordinates will do it!" The guard closed the door and walked out.

Liu Feng changed his clothes, tidied up the clothes on his body, and walked out.

The guard had already prepared a car at the door, and when he saw Liu Feng coming, he gently pulled the door and stood on the side.

"Your Excellency, where are you going?" The driver asked from the front.

"Go to the Confucian Mansion!" Liu Feng lay lazily in the car, lit a cigarette and said.

"Okay!" The driver started the car, this kind of car is still relatively backward, basically produced from the Xiliang Republic of the improved version of the carriage, that is, the traction of the horse is eliminated, replaced with a steam engine, and the coal in front is sent to the feed silo.

This is not as comfortable as the fully automatic intelligent crawler tractor, but Liu Feng is not willing to drive it himself, and he has been a little lazy lately.

Although the cars are newly built cement pavement along the way, the self-vibrating nature of this kind of car really makes Liu Feng angry, but even if the things that are abandoned like straw in Liu Feng's eyes are as magical as affirmation in the eyes of the upstarts in the Chinese Empire.

It seems that we should not only make money, but also think about people's livelihood, and the next step is to develop oil cars on our own to replace this coal-burning thing, and Lee's Machinery and Train Manufacturing Company must also make corresponding countermeasures after the emergence of the oil industry in West Africa. As for the principle of the internal combustion engine, Liu Feng is not very clear, but thinking about a number of scientific books such as chemistry and physics issued by Hu Ya, and cultivating some specialized personnel, it should not be difficult to develop it.

When Liu Feng was thinking in the car, the car had arrived at Kong Ling's new residence, Kong Mansion on North Street, which had been well preserved because it had always been Kong Ling's office, and had not been built in a big way, and it was basically the same as it was.

"Your Excellency, it's here!" The driver turned his head and smiled.

"Well, I see, you wait here for a while, and I'll be back after I speak!" Liu Feng commanded, picked up his top hat and walked down.

After getting off the car, what catches your eye is a huge gilt plaque, the word Confucius is shining in the sunset, the plaque is wrapped in a circle of white cloth, there is a solemn appearance, and the soldiers standing at the door are also wearing filial piety cloth on their heads.

Seeing Liu Feng get out of the car, the soldiers were stunned for a moment, and recalled that this was the president, these two soldiers came from the barracks, mainly responsible for the security of the Confucian Mansion.

"Your Excellency, I'm going to report it!" The soldier saluted.

Liu Feng waved his hand and smiled: "No need, I'll just go in and say something!" “

Walking into the inner courtyard, a group of people were crying and crying in front of the coffin, and a good coffin stood in front of them.

A middle-aged man stood in the courtyard and commanded, as if he was the leader of the Confucian Mansion, who this person was attracted Liu Feng's attention.

Seeing Liu Feng coming, the middle-aged man scolded: "Zhuzi, who told you to break in without wearing a sackcloth filial piety robe?" Where are the guards, take down the house rules and serve! “

"Hehe, it's really majestic, even Kong Ling in this coffin doesn't dare to speak disrespectfully, who are you?" Liu Feng snorted coldly.

"I'm Beihai Kong Rong is also, after hearing my name, you deserve to die! Someone will take it for me! Kong Rong scolded.

The family members in the courtyard also glared angrily and came up to arrest Liu Feng.

Kong Rong in history should be a Confucian scholar, not only passed the allusion of Kong Rong to pear, but also one of the seven sons of Jian'an, I didn't expect it to be the fulfillment of that sentence, it is better to be famous when you meet, it is really vulgar, and later generations are to beautify history.

Kong Ling's son heard the sound of scolding and rushed from the backyard, and when he saw Liu Feng surrounded by his family, he stumbled and fell in a hurry.

"Childe! ....“

"Childe!"

The subordinate hurriedly stepped forward to help Kong Ling's son, but he threw him away, and saluted respectfully: "The grass people have seen the president!" “

President...........

Almost everyone present was petrified, how can the title of president be called casually, it means that the founder of the entire Chinese empire, the person who once went south to the north and fought on the battlefield for several years was actually in front of him, and he was almost besieged.

If this is not counted as treason by the Supreme Court, Kong Rong will want to die at the moment, and the crotch of his pants will drip dirt along the trouser tube, and he will faint with a pop.

Hearing the sound, all the servants came to their senses, and all of them knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting for mercy and death.

Although the kowtow ceremony has long been abolished, it is still difficult to get rid of the servile problem in these years.

"Hehe, there's nothing else, just to tell you, tomorrow I will send someone to pick up Kong Ling's body, and then bury it in the Qinglong Mountain cemetery, you wait and prepare well, tomorrow after presiding over your father's funeral, you will succeed Kong Ling's position!" And you people of the Confucian family will never be officials in the future, except for you! After Liu Feng finished speaking, he walked out, feeling much more relaxed.

It's really full to deal with such people, and there are still many big things to do! As for the confession of eternal infallibility, this is only an inhibition of Confucianism, to prevent this decadent morality from affecting the vigorous expansion of the Chinese Empire and the great cause of the future!

After walking out of the mansion, Liu Feng took a small car to the office building where the Chinese Imperial Government was located.

Seeing the busy heads of various departments, Liu Feng was a little reluctant, although he was working for the Chinese Empire, he could be regarded as serving himself.

Tang Ji was very concerned about the development of the entire Chinese empire and the royal etiquette, so it was only fitting for him to handle Kong Ling's funeral.

Seeing Tang Ji coming, Liu Feng smiled: "Minister Tang, it's hard work today, how about inviting you to dinner in the evening?" ”

In the past, Tang Ji must have been excited to death, but thinking that there were still many things to do, he excused himself: "Your Excellency the President has received his kindness, and there are still many things on hand that I haven't gotten, I'm afraid that tomorrow's funeral will be delayed, okay another day?" ”

"Well, then another day, I'll be waiting for you at any time!" Liu Feng smiled and touched Tang Ji's forehead.

"Well, I'll get busy first, and I'll accompany you when I'm done!" Tang Ji winked mischievously and laughed. (To be continued.) )