Huairen sent his younger brother Huaiyi to the county seat to buy fragrant wax yin paper and fruit, and he took out to walk into his father's study, and sure enough, he saw a will pressed with jade paperweight on the table, but the attached day was seven days before. Huairen was even more surprised when he read the contents of the will:

Don't cover your face, don't use coffins, don't blow drums, don't report to relatives and friends, don't receive any filial piety, don't use brick hoop tombs, in short, don't be extravagant, don't shout, and put yourself in the ground as soon as possible.

Huairen took the will, and ran into the mourning hall to present it to his mother: "My God, why did my father give me this problem!" Zhu Baishi looked at the will but was not surprised: "Your father Tu Jianli, do you think it is difficult?" She looked at the time of the note at the lower end of the will, which was the day when her husband finished sending the county chronicle to the eight colleagues. That night, after Mr. Zhu fell asleep, he told her about his posthumous placement, don't play drummers, because he likes to be quiet all his life and can't stand the noise; Don't put a coffin and don't cover your face, it's because of his free, natural and cheerful habits that he can't bear the restrictions of the lid. Mr. Zhu described to his wife that the tomb he designed for himself was built with unburned bricks instead of bricks. In the burial chamber, a clay kang was piled, and the ten treatises he wrote in his life were tied into pillows, as well as a brick carved by him, and no one was allowed to tear the wrapped brown paper, and the paper was embedded in the small hole in the dark room of the tomb. Zhu Bai didn't care at the time: "I live well without disasters or diseases, but I nag about these strange things!" You're probably too idle to think about all these strange things!" Mr. Zhu smiled but did not answer. Zhu Bai's seeing the will confirmed that Mr. Zhu's nagging that night was not gossip in Mr. Zhu, but a deliberate admonition, including the conversation with Heiwa, including calling his son and daughter-in-law to have a reunion dinner, including shaving his head, including looking for black hair, and even calling her mother in front of his son and daughter-in-law...... All confirmed that the husband had predicted the date of his death. Zhu Baishi said to his son Huairen: "Just do it according to the will your father gave you." ”

Huaiyi bought the offerings, and the brothers placed the offerings such as snacks and pomegranates on the spiritual table, and then Huairen burned incense with wax. Huaiyi lit the yin paper in the clay basin, and finally couldn't wait to kneel under the spirit table and let go of his throat and cry. The daughter-in-law bowed three turns after putting down a stick of incense, sat on the stool next to the spiritual table, and started crying in a low voice. The little grandson was discarded on the kang in the chaos of the adults, and his voice was hoarse from crying, and Zhu Baishi picked up from the kang in the backyard and walked back to the front of the spirit, the child was still whimpering aggrievedly. Zhu Baishi leaned against the face of the little grandson, tears rolled but couldn't cry, after the sons cried for a while, she resolutely stopped them from crying, and instructed the second son Huaiyi to keep a vigil in the academy, and let the eldest Huairen and daughter-in-law go back to Zhu's house to arrange funeral matters. Grave digging is naturally the most urgent thing in all complicated matters, and it is necessary to break the ground early tomorrow morning; The coffin must also be sent home as soon as possible, and Mr. Zhu's soul must be laid to rest in the courtyard of the ancestral house before being buried. The rest of the matters had to be arranged one by one, and the general principle was to act in accordance with Mr. Chu's will. Huairen and his daughter-in-law immediately set off to their hometown with their children in their arms.

Zhu Bai and his sons strictly adhered to Mr. Zhu's instructions, and although they did not report the funeral to any relatives and friends, the news of Mr. Zhu's death spread quickly. First of all, Huaiyi went to the county seat to buy sacrifices and passed them to the county seat, and then a white filial piety cloth on Huairen's head made a manifestation. From that evening on, people from Bailu Academy began to come to pay their respects. Zhu Bai asked his son Huaiyi to stay in front of the spirit, walked out of the gate of the academy by himself, let Huaiyi insert the deadbolt from the inside, refused all those who came to pay his filial piety, and constantly stated her husband's instructions. The grief of the mourners could not be vented, and they even became angry at Zhu Bai's unkind behavior; People did not want to leave easily, so they gathered together, forming a huge surging momentum. When Zhu Bai felt that he couldn't support it, he knelt down and begged everyone to forgive. No matter how reluctant people wept, they wept loudly against the gates, the walls, and the cypresses.

The first important relative to hear the news was Bai Xiaowen. After inquiring about his uncle's death, he expressed his sincere comfort and concern. The aunt was still stubborn and refused to let him in, and Xiaowen had to leave with tears in his eyes. When Bai Jiaxuan arrived, it was already evening, and he saw the crowd gathered at the gate of the academy for some reason, and then he was furious at his sister's unkind behavior, crying and roaring and pounced on the door with his head, and was ready to die when he couldn't see his brother-in-law's face. Zhu Bai expressed resentment at his brother's behavior: "You have been in contact with your brother-in-law all your life, and you still don't know his temperament? If you don't follow his instructions, you'll give me nonsense here! You bump it, you bump it! I won't pull you if you hit ...... death" Bai Jiaxuan calmed down and softened, taking advantage of the situation to stop colliding under the pull and persuasion of everyone, he held the door with both hands and let go of the grief. When Heiwa heard the news, it was already dark, he was stationed in Guguanyukou, far away from the county seat, and the artillery camp was basically isolated from the people. Heiwa knelt down in front of Zhu Bai's and called out "Master", and tears welled up. After learning about Mr.'s will, he didn't force it, nodded silently and began to persuade everyone to leave. Snow began to fall from the sky, and the millet-like snow particles hit the dead branches and leaves, and many people began to leave, and many people still insisted on keeping a watch for their teachers outside the gate of the academy. The threat of cold and hunger finally made Zhu Bai obey Heiwa's workaround, and Heiwa announced to everyone that the day when Mr. Zhu's body was removed was tomorrow, and that Mr. Zhu's body would be visible tomorrow when his body was removed from the academy. With this in mind, everyone left the academy and went to the county seat to stay, leaving only Bai Jiaxuan and Heiwa. Zhu Baishi said: "You two are far away, and you will rest at the academy." Heiwa shook her head: "The student doesn't dare to disobey Mr.'s last words." Zhu Bai said: "He said that you are one of his best disciples. You go to see him, and he doesn't blame. Heiwa said, "Master, you are mistaken, Mr. said that I was his last disciple, but he didn't say the best." Zhu Bai affirmed: "He said to me, 'I didn't expect my best disciple to be a bandit. Heiwa said, "But the gentleman did not allow me to break his last words!" I'd better obey my husband's last words. With that, he said goodbye. Only Bai Jiaxuan and his sister Zhu Bai were left, so they opened the door and walked into the academy. Bai Jiaxuan walked hurriedly in the courtyard with his cane bent over, slipped and fell to the ground several times, got up and ran to the front of the mourning hall, he didn't care about the incense, so he fell under the mourning table, and the huge cry shook the crumbs on the room and sprinkled them one after another, and he screamed inarticulately:

"The best gentleman in Bailuyuan has passed away...... There will never be such a good gentleman in the world!"

There was a heavy snowfall at night, and the Bailu Plains Slope and the Zishui River were all dressed in one color. It was noon when Huairen led Zhu Jiafan's villagers to move the corpses, and the ox cart stopped under the slope. On the grounds and hillsides outside the academy gate, a crowd of people gathered in the dark. Huairen and his fellow villagers carried Mr. Zhu's body out of the gate of the academy with a wide board, and the crowd gathered outside the gate erupted into a flood roaring cry, slapping the ditches and cliffs of the Bailuyuan slope. People followed down to Pogen, and only when the body was moved to the ox cart did people pay homage to Mr. Zhu's remains. In accordance with Mr. Zhu's will, Mr. Zhu lay on his back, still facing the sky with a white and translucent face, the sky after the snow was as clean as washing, and the sun shone a colorful halo on the snow.

Oxen dragged hard-wheeled wooden carts along the river road, wooden wheels creaked and crunched on the potholed dirt and stone roads, yellow and white paper money fell on the snow, no musical instruments were played, no cannons were heard, the hearse moved silently in the ice and snow, and the hearse was followed by countless people. The news of Mr. Zhu's death and his last words spread far and wide, and such last words aroused the emotions of his admirers even more, and they wanted to express their heartfelt worship with irrepressible passion. From Bailu Academy to Zhujiafan, the ox cart passed through all the villages along the Zishui River for more than 50 miles, and the villagers waited at the entrance of the village on the side of the road long before the hearse arrived. When the hearse came, people rushed forward to see Mr. Zhu's remains. Under the red sun and blue sky, above the snowy fields, dozens of large villages and small villages in the road of more than 50 miles, candlelight paper flames are connected into a river stream, which is a spiritual sending ceremony that has never been seen in the original plain.

The crowd behind the hearse was constantly continuing, and people were constantly joining the messy crowd of people to send the spirits, and they were silently moving forward, countless black and white couplets and banners propped up in the air. Heiwa has followed the hearse since the academy, silently sandwiched between the strange and familiar flow of people. When he returned to the artillery camp last night and passed through the county seat, he bought two zhang of white silk, and when he returned to the artillery camp station, he wrote the elegy that he had pondered all the way on white silk:

Confidence is a good thing to do

After death, dare to face the sky

The wooden-wheeled hearse pulled by the ox entered Zhu Jiafan, and except for the person who helped move the body, other filial piety hangers were still not allowed to enter the house. The one who hangs filial piety nails the tie to the wall, and hangs the tie on the branch or rope; In the streets and alleys of the small Zhujiafan Village, there is a black and white banner tent. Many disciples of Mr. Zhu, who were officials and businessmen in the provincial capital, rushed here, and some disciples who were far away in the Xifu of the eastern government of Guandong also came and dedicated their reverence, love, talent and wisdom to Mr. Zhu until the seventh day of burial...... And the fastest and longest recitation is the elegy of the bandit Heiwa.

Bai Jiaxuan stayed at the eldest sister's house until Mr. Zhu was buried. He was on crutches, his huge head raised, and he tried to catch people's comments with his not-so-intelligent ears. People are chewing over and over again the story of Mr. Zhu's non-smoking plough and destroying poppies, the adventure of Mr. Zhu going to Qianzhou alone to persuade the Qing army governor to retire, the joke of Mr. Zhu leashing a dog at the door and biting away the commander of the crow soldiers, the blanket that Mr. Zhu carried for himself when he released grain for disaster relief, the interesting story that Mr. Zhu asked for divination when he pinched the villagers who lost their cattle and pigs, and the strange temperament of Mr. Zhu who only wore homespun cloth and did not wear foreign lines...... This man left behind countless strange anecdotes in his life, all of which were good things for others, and he couldn't find a single thing that harmed others and benefited himself.

Bai Jiaxuan witnessed the process of his brother-in-law's burial: lying on a wooden plank, with hanging ropes on both sides of the board, slowly sent into the tomb; Four young men waited in the graveyard, lifting the stiff body of their brother-in-law into the dark room; In the dark room, there was a narrow plate of clay kang, covered with reed mats and bedding, and my brother-in-law, Mr. Zhu, finally lay down on the clay kang with a bundle of books written before his death under his head...... Countless shovels threw earth into the tombway, and the grave pit was quickly filled, raising a tall pile of tombs with big heads and thin tails, and finally inserting soul-attracting flags. Bai Jiaxuan couldn't help but sigh loudly to everyone again at this time: "There will definitely be no such Mr. Luo in the world!"