Chapter 50 It's not like I'm going to kill him
This is originally a folk rumor, what kind of clothes people wear when they are out of breath, when they go to the underworld, they are still that clothes, if they are worn in tatters when they are out of breath, then they can only be thin and cold on the Huangquan Road.
You can only wait until Qiqi is burned out, and then find someone to do it after forty-nine days, so that you can put on a shroud for the ghost.
Ding has always been particular about these.
Yun Jiao and the aunts cried almost out of breath, and when she came to her senses, Mrs. Qian had already gone, her eyes were closed, her expression was peaceful, her shroud was neatly dressed and lay on the coffin lid, and she was carried loosely to the main hall of the front hall.
Yun Jiao couldn't help crying when she saw this, Pu Jia and Mu Hibiscus supported her left and right, and they also cried with her.
In that compartment, Qian Shu was commanded by the head of Fusong, holding a black umbrella and propped it on top of Mrs. Qian's head.
After the death of a person, the body will never see the light of day again, this black umbrella is specially used to block the sun, even if it is a cloudy day, you must hold an umbrella.
Yun Jiao was pulled by her aunts and went to the main hall together, crying constantly along the way, Aunt Qian hugged her and burst into tears: "Jiao'er, in the future, my aunt will be a person without a father and a mother......"
Yun Jiao only felt mourning in her heart, and she couldn't say anything, only tears fell straight down.
She doesn't like to cry, and she has never cried like this, but now, she needs tears to vent the pain in her heart and relieve the pain of losing a loved one.
The grandmother who brought her up with one hand is really gone, and will never appear in front of her again, will not teach her embroidery hand in hand, will not babble and tell her that tears are the most useless, and no one will teach her to forbearance and teach her to follow the trend and gather momentum.
As long as she thought of her grandmother's past situation with her, she felt as if an invisible iron rope was tied to her heart.
The main hall in front of the head was already busy, there were two high stools under the coffin board, and Mrs. Qian was placed on the right side of the hall against the wall, with her head south and feet north, with cloud cake in her mouth, her face covered with yellow straw paper, and a low table in front of her head lit with an ever-bright lamp and a few dishes of tribute dishes.
Qian Shihai, Ding's and Qian Shilin were all dressed in linen and filial piety, and the neighbors heard the letter and came to help, tearing filial piety cloth around the table and making filial piety clothes.
The family scattered, went to the homes of relatives everywhere to report the news, the head of Fusong was used to doing this business, and he arranged it, and everything was carried out in an orderly manner.
Now that everything has been arranged, I just wait for the juniors in the family to gather and burn the soup paper.
The deceased is in the middle of the door of the house, sitting in the north and facing south, stepping on the sieve, and the cypress branches are placed in the sieve, which is evergreen, meaning to protect the prosperity of the children and grandchildren after death, and it is said that the hundred sons are evergreen.
In front of the deceased was a square table with eight kinds of side dishes, all of which were filled with oil and not salt, and rolled in a hot pan.
It is rumored that ghosts do not need salt to eat, and only need to inhale some heat.
In the middle of the entrance of the hall, there will be an open small jar, called the ashtray, which is used to burn paper money, and generally the elderly will have one in their homes to prevent the old man from passing away.
After the old man passed away and finished the funeral, there was a portrait and placed it at the west end of the table in the main hall.
Within three years, the first bowl of three meals a day was served from the pot, brought to the portrait, and then some paper money was ordered in the ashtray to pay homage to the ancestors.
And within three years, the deceased's family is not allowed to post happy money for the New Year, and no cannons are allowed at the door.
After three years of staying, some small white-flour steamed buns were steamed at home, and they were distributed to the neighbors in front of the grave to grab a share, and then some artillery battles were released.
According to the custom, a large rooster will be brought with him, and if the rooster crows during the firecracker, it is an excellent omen, which means that the deceased will protect and the family will prosper in the future.
When burning the soup paper, the juniors in the family must be gathered, all of them kneel quietly in front of the spirit, holding poplar branches in their hands, and there must be no crying, otherwise the deceased will be nostalgic for the yang world and will not be at ease.
The relatives of the Qian family are in the imperial capital, and there is a natural delay between the people, and the juniors are almost all here, and it is already the second half of the night.
Yan Huan did not come in person, but assigned the commonly used servants around him to step up, and sent silk gold, and another mention of paper money.
This was expected by Yun Jiao, her father cherished his feathers more than his life, how could he appear here and be criticized by others?
It's just that what Pingbu said later was really beyond Yun Jiao's expectations.
"Nine girls, take a step to speak." He walked up to her and saluted.
Yun Jiao walked out of the main hall with him, found a secluded place under the porch, and Pu Jia followed.
"What's the matter, let's talk about it," Yun Jiao looked at Ping Bu.
"Girl," Ping took a step forward and whispered: "When the little one came, the old man specially told the little one to inform the girl that Old Madam Qian was driving the crane, and he would not send someone to inform the eldest young master, and the girl did not need to do much.
The old man said: It is a long way to come, and it is not appropriate to ask these many guests to wait for the eldest young master.
Second, now that the New Year is approaching, the academy is approaching the entrance examination, and the master is afraid of delaying the eldest young master's studies.
Let the girl and Master Qian sue for a crime, and this head will not have to wait for the eldest young master. ”
Yun Jiao's eyes widened when she heard this, and her heart was full of anger, her grandmother died of illness, and the body had to be placed at home for three days according to custom.
The academy where my brother studied was only a little more than a day's journey away from Laizhou, and if I had sent someone to inform him early and traveled day and night, my brother would not have been able to come back in time to burn the soup paper, and he would have been able to meet my grandmother before she entered the ground.
And my brother was often in front of his grandmother when he was young, he was the most important friendship, if he knew about this and would have been desperate to give his grandmother a ride, how could my father make such a hasty decision for my brother?
In the future, when my brother comes back to learn about this, I will not break with him.
She clenched her palms, and then released them for a moment.
Father, is this afraid of delaying his brother's studies? is clearly selfish and considers his own career.
My brother is now the only son-in-law in the family, recorded in the name of the housewife, if the elder brother comes to give his grandmother a funeral, so that the good deeds can see it, and find out the disgraceful thing that my father did back then, and missed his career, doesn't it cost him his old life?
Yun Jiao knew that it was useless to talk to a little guy, he was just passing on a word, and was silent for a long time, nodding and signaling him to retreat.
She had the heart to let Gu Yingzi go to inform her brother, but Gu Yingzi was now busy with her uncles buying and purchasing funeral needs, and they were really inseparable.
According to custom, these matters were originally regarded as the duty of the uncle, but now they are replaced by a small servant, Yun Jiao thought of this, and her heart became more and more sad and angry.
"Pu Jia," she said after a pause, "you go and tell your aunt about this." ”