Humeng glanced at Fu Yuanyuan in front of him disdainfully, as if he was looking at something,

"This woman, like the gold around her neck, is the inheritance left by my uncle, and it completely belongs to the man of our golden family, and each of our descendants is qualified to share her~~"

"Holy!! I really can't understand what you Mongols say......"

Fat Wei was very angry when he heard this, shook his head and stopped talking.

Chen Zhi listened to all this silently beside him, and was not surprised by Humeng's words.

From ancient times to the present, the customs of nomads are like this, especially for nobles, women are an accessory, even if it is a noble princess, after the death of the Great Khan, the widow is a wealth left for future generations!

In the past, after the death of the Great Khan of Mongolia, all his princesses were left to his son, the next Khan. After the death of the elder brother of the nobles, the widow was left to his younger brother, just like the inheritance of wealth, even the princess who went to Mongolia with her relatives had to accept this disgusting custom, and some princesses even had to serve three generations of Han kings ~~~

In modern times, Mongolian marriage law no longer allows such absurd ** behavior to appear!

But for this nomadic aristocracy, the traditions of the past are still very deep, and the widows left behind by the dead of the previous generation, although they cannot marry the heirs, are basically reduced to mistresses of the men in the family.

Everyone is acquiescing to this bad tradition, generation after generation, absurd, but no one cares......

Chen Zhi and the others walked all the way to the back of the mansion, only to see that there was a white cloth here, and there was a spiritual shed in the center.

The funeral rites of the Mongolian people are very distinctive, and the funeral customs of the Han people are completely different~

In the past, Mongolian funeral rituals were generally divided into cremation and wild burial, and after death, the body was placed on a wooden cart and dragged until it fell, and then the body was placed in the wilderness, believing that the soul of the deceased could enter heaven.

But now the Mongols have gradually become civilized, and the funeral is basically based on burial, and the traditional wooden wheeled car is only used for decoration.

Mongolian funerals generally do not have a funeral bed, no offerings, no filial piety clothes, no paper money, and no mourning.

They cleanse the deceased, then apply ghee to the whole body, wrap it in a white cloth, and place it on a wooden chariot along with the deceased's beloved, which can be decorated according to the identity of the messenger, and the rich can inlay the chariot with gold and treasure.

Then ask the lama to recite the sutras, and then go to the cemetery for burial, accompanied by his family.

In this process, women are not allowed to participate, and everything is done by the men of their own tribe.

After the mourners return, people, animals, and belongings must pass through two fires lit in advance, which are intended to be disinfected with holy fires, and hands must be washed with white wine before entering the yurt.

Then the family of the deceased will put out milk and pasta to entertain the mourners~~

During the filial piety period, men of the tribe did not cut their hair, did not shave their beards, did not kill livestock, did not eat meat, and all the food they entertained guests was mainly vegetarian and milky.

The funeral was a grand event, with the guests dressed up in costumes, and it was evident that most of the leading figures of Mongolia were present.

On the platform outside the mourning hall, there were a lot of milk cakes and butter tea, and everyone lined up to express their condolences to the body in front of them.

Chen Zhi didn't go over, but from a distance, he could see the golden light of the wooden wheel cart containing the body, and the treasure light inside was surrounding, it was conceivable that there were many treasures buried with the body, and the pure gold inlaid wooden wheel cart alone was worth a lot of money!

"These Mongolian nobles are really rich enough, and they are still so beautiful when they die......"

Fat Wei whispered in Chen Zhi's ear,

"What's the use of a dead man bringing so many things down, you say? When I come back, I will pour his bucket down!

Let him be so old, still sleep with a young Chinese daughter-in-law, and bring so many good things down when he dies......"

"That's their custom, it's pretty good now......"

Chen Zhi also lowered his voice and said, and then looked at Fu Yuanyuan, who was standing on the side with a wooden expression, out of the corner of his eye.

"If according to the old rules, these famous dead wives are to be buried! On the wooden wheeled cart, there should be his widow's corpse~~~"

"I'll go ~~~", Fat Wei looked at Fu Yuanyuan with some regret,

"I don't know what this girl thinks now, she married an old man at a young age, and she didn't even want her life for money~~~"

Old somersault wanted to go to the body with Daddy Murt to salute, and when he left, he deliberately turned around and instructed Chen Zhi and Fat Wei.

"I can tell you~~~~, the Mongolian people worship fire, and some fire-related taboos are taboo.

You can't sprinkle water or throw things into the fire, let alone spit or put out the fire, or even roast your hands on the brazier, Weizi, don't throw cigarette butts into it while people are not paying attention!"

"Oh, don't worry, old gold man~~",

Fat Wei replied reluctantly,

"You also think that the quality of my fat man is too low!"

After the old somersault had finished telling them, he left with peace of mind, and with a very sad expression, he and Daddy Murt went to see the body.

As soon as he left, Fat Wei ran directly to the side to get butter tea and milk cakes to eat, while Ghost Dao and Ji Ying stood at the door from just now, paying close attention to the flow of people around them.

At this time, Chen Zhi saw Fu Yuanyuan coughing lightly in the distance, then gestured to Chen Zhi, turned around and walked forward.

In front of it is a white yurt, presumably temporarily erected for funeral traditions.

Fu Yuanyuan, dressed in a heavy Mongolian suit, walked there slowly, glanced back at Chen Zhi from time to time, and motioned for him to follow behind..................

Chen Zhi thought about it for a while, then looked left and right, and made sure that everyone was busy with their own business, and then he followed Fu Yuanyuan into the white Mongolian tent.

No one noticed the process, and the old somersault was in the distance at the wooden cart, snot and tears, and greeting Daddy Murt, and it seemed that it would be a long time before he returned. And Fat Wei was obviously attracted by a few Mongolian girls who delivered milk tea at this time~~~

After entering the big tent, Chen Zhi found that this was a very traditional Mongolian tent, the ground was lit by candlelight, the lighting was dim, there were large pieces of beast fur on the ground, and there were many traditional low cabinet seats, and there was a strong smell of milk tea everywhere.

Fu Yuanyuan was standing in front of the bedtable in front of her, looking at Chen Zhi excitedly.

"Chen Zhi, is it really you? How did you end up here? It seems that the heavens have not abandoned me, and someone has finally come to save me~~~~~~~~"