In the end, Fu Bin agreed to Ren Siqi's request. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe situation is stronger than people, and now there is Sima Nan coveting his position as the master, if he establishes a big enemy like Ren Siqi again, Fu Bin feels that he can't resist it. Anyway, this "Shark" was snatched by Ren Siqi, and giving it to him can be regarded as a favor. However, thinking that he had lost a great opportunity to strengthen his own power, Fu Bin felt heartache when he thought about it.

Under this kind of secret turmoil, the repair work of the "Fuchun" was carried out in an orderly manner, and the broken deck and the ribs that were smashed by the shells were repaired one by one. However, Fu Chun's injuries became more and more serious, his broken leg was infected, he had a high fever, and he was awake for only one or two hours a day.

Everyone knew that Fu Chun couldn't hold on, and this hero, who had been across the sea for decades, was at his last moment. In this case, no matter how big the contradiction between Ren is Fu Bin and Sima Nan is, both sides are trying their best to restrain themselves.

Mao Shiba's whole body lost weight, and he stayed by Fu Chun's side every day, wiping Fu Chun's forehead repeatedly with a white cloth dipped in water, trying to reduce the fever of Fu Chun, who had a high fever. Mao Eighteen is a grateful person, and the grace of a drop of water will be reciprocated, not to mention that Fu Chun once saved his life!

On this day, Ren Siqi was leading everyone to practice boating on the "Shark", and there was a faint cry of pain on the island.

"The owner is dead!" The crew of the small boat who reported the news let out a mournful voice.

Ren Siqi's heart trembled when he heard this, and a feeling of grief hit his heart.

"Leave a few people to watch the ship, and the others will follow me to the island to see off the owner!" Ren Siqi endured his grief and commanded.

With a dozen or so people, in a small boat, they came to the island. Bursts of crying came to my ears.

When Ren Siqi walked into the tent, he saw that Fu Chun had closed his eyes peacefully.

Ren Siqi led everyone to kowtow to Fu Chun's body three times, bidding farewell to this sea tycoon!

"What to do with the owner's body?" Ren Siqi strangled Fu Bin with his white head. For the average crew, the sea is their final belonging, and the bodies of dead crew members are generally buried in water. But Fu Chun is different, he is the owner of the "Fuchun", and he deserves a higher standard funeral!

"Cremated! I'm going to take his ashes back to my hometown and bury them next to my aunt. Fu Bin said indiscriminately.

A large amount of dry firewood was collected from the island and piled up on the beach. The four crew members carried Fu Chun's body, put it on the dry firewood pile, and poured a bucket of tung oil down, pouring the dry firewood through.

All the crew of the Fuchun stood on the beach with their backs to the sea, and their heads were covered in white cloths, and they were going to see off their owner.

"On April 21, the fifteenth year of Wei Da Ming Chongzhen, a certain person would like to sacrifice his delicacies to the spirit of Fu Gong Zhenchun in front of the banquet and say:

Woohoo, look at the creation of the living people, endowed with seven feet of Angzang, the number of repairs is short, although a hundred years like a dream of Huangliang. But the typical one is still there, flowing for thousands of years. Russia rode a basket and the immortals passed away, and they were afraid of the little shade.

The spirit leads to the last friendship, and can not be sad but sad. But my eldest is old and virtuous, and he has a reputation and a lot of hope. Forty years of crisscrossing the world, by the generosity of heroism.

Fortunately, it is blessed with a unique nature, and you are comfortable and healthy. Cultivate temperament in tranquility and see through the heat and coldness of the world.

Dun filial piety and loyalty, know how to hold on to oneself. Harmony clan and neighborhood, broadcast Deze in his hometown. The cane is free, and the years of happiness are long. The righteous side is a family heirloom, and the Kechang after Bu Ji.

Entering the will, Cheng Huan, celebrating auspiciousness and eternal health. There are sons in the province in the morning and dusk, and the day of Yi Chunling is boundless, Hu Tian is not benevolent, and the old man is dead.

The mountains and trees are bad, and Xi is hesitant. Looking at the spirit and sighing, thinking about the Tao is unforgettable. The German emblem is immortal in ancient times, and Jiuquan smiles and still has afterglow.

The sad wind is in a hurry and the sunset is miserable, the cold dew is forced to force the autumn frost, looking at the jade and the capital is vast, sending some short chapters, offering a thousand pepper syrup, and I wish to descend to taste.

Feasting. ”

Ren Siqi, as the master of ceremonies, read the written sacrificial text in a low voice. Although the crew couldn't understand most of the words, they could feel the faint sadness from Ren Siqi's words, and the voice and smile of the owner Fu Chun were suddenly reflected in their hearts, and they didn't feel that they were letting out sadness one by one.

To be honest, although Fu Chun is usually a little stingy, but he treats his brothers well, and he does not hesitate to lend a helping hand when he is in trouble, thinking that the elder has passed away, it is difficult to see each other again in this life, who can not be sad?

Fu Bin was holding a torch, and he was going to see off his uncle in person.

The torch slowly stretched out towards the pyre, the tung oil was quickly ignited, the fire snake quickly ignited the entire pyre, and the raging flames surrounded Fu Chun's body.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

Several muskets were fired into the sky, and the cannons on the "Shark" and "Fuchun" in the distance also fired to see off the owner Fu Chun.

"Kneel!" Under Ren Siqi's order, everyone on the beach fell to their knees.

"Bow down!" All bowed their heads to the ground in a final salute to their master.

"Prostrate again!"

"Three prostrations!"

"Family Gifts!" Fu Bin returned the favor as a family member.

"Licheng!"

There are no cumbersome ceremonies, just simple etiquette, this is a funeral designed by Ren Siqi.

Although the ceremony was simple, everyone could feel the solemnity behind the ceremony.

The flames had completely engulfed Fu Chun's corpse, and a smell of burnt food spread to the beach. Mao Eighteen stared blankly at the flames, his expression painful and tired.

Fu Bin stared at the flames blankly, unable to say anything in his heart, there was sadness, more relief, and the excitement brought by the upcoming power!

Sima Nan was also looking at the flames, his mind was turning sharply, with Fu Chun's death, he was bound to re-elect the owner, could he prevent Fu Bin from ascending to the position of the owner? Will Ren Siqi keep his promise to support him? What position will Mao 18 stand on?

Ren Siqi didn't look at the flames, but set his eyes on Mao Eighteen, and Mao Eighteen's haggard made him feel heartache. On this ship, the one who has the deepest relationship with Ren Siqi is Mao Eighteen. Fu Chun used to be good to Ren Siqi, that was to use Ren Siqi, Fu Bin and Sima Nan rushed to show favor to Ren Siqi, that was to gain his support. Only Mao Eighteen, who is good to Ren Siqi is not mixed with any utilitarianism, it is purely a friendship between brothers.

Watching the flames gradually extinguish, Mao Shiba's body shook, he was too tired.

"Eighteen brothers!" Ren Siqi hurriedly stepped forward to help, Mao Shibai shook his head, and stood up straight again.

"I'm so tired these days, I'm going to get some sleep." Mao Eighteen said hoarsely, turned around and went back to the tent.

The flames were completely extinguished, leaving only a pile of ashes, and no matter how heroic a character was, he couldn't escape such a fate.

Fu Chun's era is over!