"Zhou Li, Da Zongbo" said: "Mourn death with funeral rites." ”

Mrs. Jia died, and the funeral naturally became the top priority of the Taifu Mansion.

The servants in the house will Jia Taifu live in the main bed, "men are not ending in the hands of women, women are not ending in the hands of men" this is naturally done by Ge Shen Doctor, "it is a Su to be desperate", Ge Shen Doctor put the silk cotton new wool, put it on Jia Taifu's mouth and nose to inspect and then arched his hand to Cui Shi and others, Taifu has driven the crane to the west, everyone mourns and changes, Jia Taifu Mansion and a group of people knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Night, conjuring.

The recompiler is naturally Jia Tianbao, the eldest son and grandson. Jia Tianbao stood on the roof, holding the official uniform of Mrs. Jia during his lifetime, holding the leader in one hand and his waist in the other, facing the north where the netherworld is located, and chanting the name of Mrs. Jia in a long voice.

Jia Tianbao said thoughtfully: "The soul is back!" The East cannot be trusted. There are thousands of elders, but the soul is the rope. The soul returns, and the south can't stop! Seal the fox for thousands of miles, and the soul will be released! When the soul returns, the West can't stay! Flowing gold and stones, wandering and helpless. The soul returns, and the north can't take it! Increase the ice, and the snow flies on the mountains. Return, return, can't it be longer...... Jia Tianbao screamed over and over again until he choked up and couldn't make a sound.

Jia Shang hurriedly took the placket of Jia Tianbao's hand and put it on Mrs. Jia. Although he said that he had shortcomings in the hands of Tianbao, but now that he saw Tianbao so pitiful, he felt pity in his heart. Jia Shang wiped his tears and appeased Tianbao Dao, and the second uncle!

The next morning, the funeral was restored.

Everyone placed Mrs. Jia's body on the bed under the south window of the main bedroom, inserted it between Mrs. Jia's upper and lower teeth with a horn, and opened the mouth so that it could be eaten in the future.

On the east side of Mrs. Jia's corpse, there is wine and food, commonly known as inverted rice, for ghosts to drink. And a tent was set up over the hall to separate the deceased from the living. Everyone in Mrs. Jia's mansion took off their Chinese clothes, except for accessories, and changed cloth to start mourning.

The obituary was handled by Jia Shang, sent to the imperial court, and sent to colleagues and relatives.

The west steps in front of the mourning hall have already been picked up with bamboo poles to pick up the nine-foot Mingjing, silk and pink books, and it is written on the coffin of Jia Taifu Jia Wen. The maid had already heated the rice washing water, and Jia Tianbao personally cleaned Mrs. Jia's body, trimmed her hair, and trimmed her nails. The servants then buried the cut nails and the horns for the wedges in the ridges.

"White Tiger Pass Collapse" has a cloud: "So what is the rice?" Raw food, death today, do not want to empty their mouths, so contain. Why use jewelry? It is beneficial to the body of the deceased, so the Son of Heaven eats with jade, the princes eat with pearls, the doctor uses rice, and the scholar uses shellfish. "According to the etiquette, the rice with more than five grades contains beads, the rice with more than nine grades contains small beads, and the rice rice with money for the common people. Mrs. Jia is naturally a member of the rice and the beads.

Jia Yifan put on a new coat (outside the underwear, a set of outer clothes) for Mrs. Jia, prepared five names, and then plugged the ears with a jar, covered his face with a blindfold, and crowned him. After the attack, he covered the entire body with a quilt, and when everything was ready, he moved the bed of Mrs. Jia's body to the hall.

The front courtyard of the hall is set up, and the tablet of the god is on the board, and the candles are lit in the courtyard and the hall, so that the spirits of the deceased can enjoy the offerings. It's been a day since the etiquette was completed.

Relatives and friends who received the obituary came one after another to pay their respects, and Jia Yifan took a group of family members to cry in the room, knelt down to thank them, and displayed all kinds of funeral clothes and the clothes caused by relatives and friends in the room.

Five days later, Mrs. Jia was buried, and Jia Shang helped Jia Yifan to officially wear the shroud in the coffin for Mrs. Jia. The servants had already served in the hall, and Cui's, Yun Qi, Yun Peng, and Yun Cai were all caressing the corpses (beating their chests and jumping feet) and weeping bitterly. On this side, Jia Shang and others had finished dressing for Mrs. Jia, wrapped the body in a quilt, and restrained it with a hanged cloth. Relatives and friends who came to participate in the funeral ceremony paid tribute and paid tribute to Jia Yifan, and Jia Yifan thanked him.

At night, it was even more exposed, Jia Yifan was guarding the coffin, Yun Qi still had to stay with Jia Yifan although he fainted several times, and Sun persuaded him several times to forcibly drag Yun Qi out of the mourning hall. This mourning hall is already burning candles for a long time, and there is a sudden rainstorm outside the window, and the rain is bright.

Jia Yifan was suddenly sad and desperate, and this crossing was too boring. All the crossings have their own protagonist halo, such as you are cheap, the prince and son, even the middle three yuan, the perfect husband among women; For example, dead glass, although it is idle clouds and wild cranes, it is also through yin and yang, and it is also very cool to travel around every day to kill demons and eliminate demons; Although Mao Xiaofeng was trapped in the Red Mansion, he was a duck in the club in his previous life. As for myself, I thought I was a prodigy, but when I looked back, I looked like a fool. The flood has harmed Liu Shilang, and Huashan is just making wedding clothes for people, and now his father has passed away, his mother is in prison, and his sister is rubbed by others. I don't play anymore, I don't play anymore, Jia Yifan was sad and desperate and touched his head to the coffin and called his father all night.