(Collect!Collect!Collect!The plot has been expanded, and this article has a manuscript.) ）

It's early autumn and the temperature is still surprisingly high.

Most of the filial sons in the Qijia village only wore filial piety clothes, and few people wore shirts, and some boys simply rolled up their sleeves and untied the front straps to expose their chests. As for the women, in front of the public, they have to dress neatly and remain reserved, and let the sweat soak the filial piety clothes.

For the filial sons, bowing their heads and mourning for six days is simply a double consumption of energy and physical strength, all of them have red and swollen eyes, hoarse voices, and just crying and returning gifts to the guests have been tossed enough.

Sweating, staying up late to sleep and not eating well, so that some people obviously lose a lot of weight.

Qi Hengxing simply didn't have time to mourn. Since the day of the death of the old village owner, he has either been busy arranging matters or receiving batches of condolences guests.

For such a major matter, as the heir of the owner of the village, any mistake and inconsiderate will affect his reputation and majesty.

The warehouse fire has sounded the alarm for him, and while Qi Hengxing ordered to strengthen precautions, he also personally inspected it within a fixed time limit to ensure that the funeral was accidental.

The hexagram is cloudy: the choice of day should conform to the time of the day and conform to people's expectations.

Because of the hot weather, Mr. Yin and Yang considered that the heat should not be put for a long time when choosing the day, so the day of the single seven Mao days was chosen as the funeral day.

Six days of mourning, soon by the filial sons of the Qi family village cried, for the poor people who come to eat every day to satisfy their hunger, six days is too short.

Last night, more than a dozen Buddhist monks spent the night chanting.

The sound of wooden fish, green chimes and bamboo flutes never stops.

Before dawn, the Qijia village was already brightly lit, the music sounded, and all the filial sons put on filial piety clothes and stood in front of the spirit.

Forty-nine long suona rods were sounded at the same time, thirteen bronze chimes, drums and other percussion instruments, and a large symphony orchestra composed of 84 folk artists played.

Just the musical airflow exhaled by the suona rod is enough to make the white silk and the tent rattle.

The voice is high-pitched and majestic, rough and loud.

It was rumored that the cottage was dozens of miles away, and the mountains were so shaken that they didn't sleep.

The chimes sound and beat the scars of time.

Suona bursts, telling the grief of children.

A red sun rises from the east.

The light is selflessly shared with everyone.

The whole world comes out of the darkness together and has a beautiful day together.

However, there are those who are so selfish that they go from light to darkness and into the depths of murderous anti-human beings.

No matter how grand the scene is, how amazing the quality and quantity of the meals are served, how many officials participate, how many celebrities and tycoons come······

The reputation of the Qi family's disgrace cannot be changed!

Zhou Mengyuan and Qiao Shan's old monster came.

Qin'er accompanied her parents.

Lingzhi and her husband also came with their children······

Within a radius of dozens of miles, everyone who was willing to come came.

——On the whole road to the cottage, the voices of people are boiling, the dust is flying, and the lively situation is no less than that on the road of the incense meeting of Famen Temple.

Some people come in a hurry to put food.

However, due to the large number of people, the meal was canceled today.

Some people are here for tourism.

A mysterious but blatant place where bloodshed is brewing.

The Qijia Village, which has been heavily guarded for many years, has finally opened to the outside world.

Some people are here to join in the fun, and they don't know what the purpose is.

Some people come to find mental balance.

- Dog - Mother's Qi family, you also have a day of crying.

All in all, for what the Qi family did, the people dared not speak out.

Anger is also white anger, dare not act, words are also vain, there are county orders to check.

Because the Qi family bathed in the favor of the imperial court, and there were gangs from all over the country to carry it, it can be said that the time and place are favorable. Some people are worried that in the long run, will the eight-hundred-mile Qinchuan be able to accommodate all kinds of powerful Qi families?

At the moment of the hour, the yin qi began to converge, and the time for mourning had arrived.

The lady of the main house who was in charge of sweeping the tomb was dressed in linen and filial piety, and a square bucket containing five-colored grain (Note 1) was hung on her arm.

Qiu Yunyuan didn't go to anyone because Qi Hengxing had some concerns, first, they were worried that they would go out and meet relatives or acquaintances, which would bring unnecessary trouble to themselves. The second is that there is no husband and wife relationship with these "girls".

It doesn't matter if they are not sad when they go, in case any of them are extraneous branches, the gains outweigh the losses.

Because, the province also came to the inspector with bodyguards.

Sixteen strong men with big shoulders and round waists and uniform plain clothes lifted the keel frame that had been tied in advance and placed it on top of the coffin.

"Funeral—"

With the shout of the master of ceremonies, the luxurious Siming coffin carved from pure cypress wood slowly rose off the ground, and slowly turned around in the rough and loud symphony and the cry of male and female filial sons, and slowly walked towards the Qijia cemetery.

At the front, they carried wreaths, paper watches, sacrificial offerings, funerary goods, and some burial supplies.

Down was a banding of eighty-four folk artists.

Immediately followed by a blank - a team of filial sons of nearly 100 people.

The filial sons each hold a willow cane in their hands, the willow cane is not long, slightly above the knee, wrapped in white paper, so that the filial sons can only hunch and bow their heads to show their sorrow.

Before the coffin, the male filial son was led by Qi Hengxing, arranged in two rows, with a white cloth on his shoulder.

Qi Hengxing had a clay pot on his head.

This clay pot is used to burn paper.

For several days, it has been used in the mourning hall.

It needs to be broken when crossing an intersection.

It symbolizes that the misfortune in the family is gone.

Several of the main figures of the female filial sons, supported by the "executive maid" (Note 2), gather around the coffin or follow behind it.

The sad ones cried to death, and some were even supported and protected by others.

If you are not sad, you can cry if you want to, and if you don't want to cry, no one will force you.

Before the funeral procession left the village, Dou Ya'er's mother fainted due to excessive crying and was carried back by several pawns.

Seeing this, Dou Ya'er didn't care about sending her grandfather, squeezed out the filial piety team, and went straight to take care of her mother, originally wanting to take a peek at Zhou Mengyuan's economic plan to disappear.

Zhou Mengyuan, Qiao Shan Old Monster, Lingzhi led Mao Dan and her husband, Qin'er and her parents, everyone walked together, in the crowd, talking and laughing.

Zhou Mengyuan saw that Lingzhi was walking slowly with Mao Dan in his hand, and leaned down and stretched out his arms, "Mao Dan, come, let Uncle hug you." ”

Lingzhi hurriedly said, "I don't need you to hold it." He can stick to it on his own. Lingzhi didn't want Zhou Mengyuan to suffer.

"Come, sister, hug. When Qin'er said, she had already picked up the hairy egg, and she was even more reluctant to let Zhou Mengyuan suffer.

However, where could Zhou Mengyuan let Qin'er share the fatigue for him, and when he forcibly took the hairy egg, the tips of his fingers inadvertently touched the top of Qin'er's bulging chest.

A pair of eyes, neither of them had any abnormal reactions.

Lingzhi was not happy, pulled his face, stabbed Mu Mu and said: "Hold the baby! Since you don't want to hold the baby, what are you doing here?"

"Yes, yes. I hug. I hug. Mu Mu stretched out his hand to Mao Dan and said, "Come, son, let Daddy hug me." ”

"I won't let you hug it. I think you stink. Mao Dan turned his neck as he spoke, and his chin rested on Zhou Mengyuan's shoulder.

Mu Mu, who was used to being ridiculed and scolded, didn't care, but Lingzhi suddenly became ashamed.

- It turns out that this beautiful beauty is with a stinky man every day!

The old monster of Qiao Shan has the demeanor of cultivating without staining red dust, walking alone in a group of men, listening to their discussions and listening to their testimonials.

"I heard that the provincial capital has come, and the leader of the team is a second-in-command, who not only gave a golden gift, but also brought dozens of jars of old wine. Since the death of the old village owner, the county lord has not left an inch, as if his own father died, greeting, accompanying, and sending off guests, and every wave of people has his shadow. ”

"This Qi family is too powerful. The funeral of a bandit leader is not inferior to the death of a relative of the emperor. ”

"You don't know, today, the masters of the county patrol house and the inter-town security department are here, all wearing civilian clothes, and they are secretly protecting. ”

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Unconsciously, the coffin has come to a stop at a crossroads leading directly from the Qi family's village to Linyou, where the Qi family wants to rebuild the mourning hall to comfort the dead and expel the five ghosts.

Every time they cross an intersection, the coffin has to stay here for a while, probably because the old man said that the intersection is the place where the five ghosts (Note 3) meet, and the coffin stops here, first burns paper and incense to comfort the deceased, then asks the five ghosts to ask for shelter, and then beats them with five-colored grain to forcibly drive them away.

"The coffin stops! The filial son is ready to kneel and cry!"

According to the master of ceremonies, all the filial sons stood solemnly and prepared to worship the elder for the last time.

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Note 1: Five-color grains, usually composed of five kinds of grains, are used to fight the five ghosts, and the five ghosts will flee when they are scattered in a specific place.

Note 2: The execution of the maid is a name that I suddenly came up with when I coded words, and I thought it was fun to add. The executive maids in the book are equivalent to today's hostesses, and they only appear when there is a major event or an important reception in the Qi family's village.

Note 3: The five ghosts, that is, the poor ghosts, the poor in learning, the poor in communication, the poor in life, the poor in intelligence, and the poor in culture.