"Girl, my body is not as good as a year," Mama Li waved her hand: "I can't go with you." ”

The old lady thinks about her, and she can't help but think about Yun Jiao.

Aunt Qian is naturally soft, otherwise she would not be able to be a good eldest lady who said that she was fought for by others.

Yun Jiao is a ten-year-old individual, but she is cautious in her words and actions, almost leaking, which shows that it is extremely difficult to survive in a deep mansion like her home, otherwise she would not be so calm at a young age.

She remembered that when Yun was petite, she was raised in front of the old lady, and she was still very lively.

Although he still loves to laugh now, he has long since lost the carefree nature of the past.

It's not good for her to make trouble again, and if she doesn't make it good, Yun Jiao will have to be distracted to take care of her.

"It's because you're old that I want to take you, if it's not in the way, I'll raise you." Yun Jiao looked at her with a smile.

"It's not good," Mama Li shook her head: "You are in that deep mansion compound, it is already difficult, how can I ask you to raise it?"

What should you do if the housewife says a word and refuses to let me in the door? ”

"Mother, she ......" Yun Jiao paused: "That's not the case." ”

"What do you say if she says I'm too old to do work?" Mama Li asked again.

"Mama," Yun Jiao looked at her sincerely: "The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, you can go with me."

Now that my grandmother is gone, you have been with her all your life, and you know more naturally than me, after all, ginger is still old and spicy, and I still count on you to help me in the future, so you can go with me, okay? ”

Mama Li saw that she treated her sincerely, and the old man was moved to tears, holding her hand: "The girl said so, and the old slave couldn't refuse." ”

"Mama doesn't have to call herself like this in front of me," Yun Jiao saw that she agreed, so she was relieved, got up and said, "Mama has promised me, so you can't go back." ”

Mama Li nodded in response.

Yun Jiao smiled and said, "It's not early, Mama rests early, and I will go back to sleep." ”

Mama Li agreed repeatedly, got up and sent her out of the door, and then returned to the room.

For a few days in a row, Yun Jiao was either with Aunt Qian, or with her brother and Qin Nanfeng, and sometimes listened to the aunts chatting, which was very interesting.

She always felt that such days passed too quickly.

And she is still a little uncomfortable, the second aunt has stopped for several days, and she has not even been a moth, she is busy all day long, and she has never thrown her face when she sees her occasionally.

Even the Zhou and Yu clans are the same.

This made Yun Jiao feel a little unusual.

Xu saw that his brother was coming, and he didn't dare to make a mistake? She could only comfort herself like this.

A few days passed, and the day of Mrs. Qian's burial came.

The time of burial was set at the right moment.

The coffin was sealed in the antechamber at the right moment.

In addition to Mrs. Qian, there are also a lot of funeral items in the coffin, most of which are her favorite things during her lifetime, and some of them are commonly used on weekdays.

With a cicada-shaped ice jade in his mouth, the yellow straw paper covered on his face was replaced with a blue glazed plate with a pine crane cloud head pattern, two symmetrical amphora ice cracked white glazed soul bottles were placed on both sides of the head, a bronze mirror was protected on his chest, and his feet were on auspicious clouds and ruiqi pedals, which were indispensable for burial according to customs.

In this way, sprinkle some copper coins and broken silver around the inside of the coffin, which is extremely generous and dignified.

After the coffin was covered, the eldest son and his family knelt at the head of the coffin, and the rest of the younger generations knelt around the coffin.

The kneeling position is the same as when burning the soup paper, but it must be close to the coffin, but at this time, there are many people, and the coffin is so big, naturally it is close to the close, far away.

The eldest son Qian Shijiang is no longer there, so he is naturally replaced by the second son Qian Shihai.

Fusong took out a coffin nail, first wrapped a strand of hair around his forehead, slowly stirred the hair on the coffin nail, and when it was tight enough, he suddenly ripped off a piece of the belt flesh and nailed it to the coffin together.

Yun Jiao saw that her second uncle was shaking in pain a few times, but she still pretended to be nothing, and couldn't help shrinking her neck, looking at it, she felt that her scalp hurt a little.

She was distracted when she heard the chatter of the neighbors who came to see the bustle behind her.

"See, this is the benefit of raising a son!"

"Well, the desperate adoption of my son, isn't it just trying to cover the coffin with this bit of blood!"

"Yes, if you can't raise a son, you will be laughed at until you die!"

At this time, I heard the head of Fusong shouting: "Shoot! ”

The juniors kneeling on the ground stretched out a hand and put it on the coffin lid and slapped it vigorously.

With the sound of a lapping sound, the first coffin nail was nailed down.

"Stop!" The head of Fusong shouted again.

The crowd let go.

After a while, they began to nail the second nail, still like Fang Cai, but they no longer needed Qian Shihai's hair and blood, and everyone continued to pat the coffin lid vigorously, helping the head to nail the nails.

In this way, it was not until the ninth coffin nail was nailed that the coffin was sealed.

Then, it's the funeral.

Four dragon poles, through the thick hemp rope tied to the coffin, were lifted by eight people.

Ahead are those who blow and blow.

followed by his great-grandson, walking at the forefront of his relatives, followed by Qian Shihai holding the can, followed by his family.

Then there is Qian Shilin and his son, and finally Wen.

This group of people led the coffin, and in addition to the eight Fusong who carried the coffin, there were more than a dozen small servants around the coffin, and they scattered paper money all the way, and the paper money was so large that it was overwhelming, and the entire ground was almost covered.

And daughters, aunts, nephews, nephews, and other juniors, all of whom are not allowed to cross the coffin, everyone stands in line according to the rules, and walks forward one by one.

When they went out, Yun Jiao's aunts cried all the way.

Yun Jiao couldn't help but shed tears.

pulled Yun Ting to her, and her face was also full of grief.

The sound of mourning and mourning instantly spread throughout the street.

There were already a lot of onlookers standing on the side of the street.

In this cold winter, the number nine is idle at home, and there is a lively outside, so it is better to come out and take a look.

"This family with a head and a face, even the funeral is a bit interesting."

Some people can't help but sigh when they look at this pomp.

"Look at this style, it's all plain and white, this Laizhou City can do this, no more than a handful."

"That's the wealth."

The funeral party had just walked by, and someone rushed up to the back, picked up the straw paper on the ground, and kept it to go back to the thatched tank.

This poor family could not buy paper, and most of the upper tanks were made of large leaves of trees, or bracts from the outside of corn.

This time there is such a good straw paper, how can there be a reason not to rush to pick it up?

Ding was beside Qian Shihai, and his mouth howled a few times from time to time, but his eyes were rolling around.

Finally, in the middle of the street, the most crowded place.

She sat down on the ground and began to cry.

Qian Shihai was startled and hurriedly reached out to pull her.

You must know that on the way to and from the funeral, you can't fall down, and if you fall, your luck will start to go downhill in the future, and you will even be extremely unlucky.

Qian Shihai only thought that she accidentally fell, and cried in fright, and said while pulling her: "Don't get in the way, my mother can't hurt you." ”

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