Wutongli, Zhangfu.

"A bow. ”

Two bowed. ”

"Three bows. ”

Fu Bo, dressed in black, stood in front of Zhang's mourning hall and sang loudly: "Filial son answers." ”

He shouted to bow, but the person who came knelt down under the mourning hall and kowtowed to the coffin above.

When the filial son was shouted to answer the salute, the people who came did not dare to wait for Zhang Chu, who was kneeling on the left side of the mourning hall, to salute, but got up and took the initiative to salute Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu's expression was sluggish, and he mechanically threw pieces of paper money into the brazier, as if he didn't see the person in front of him.

Only Xia Tao, who was kneeling beside Zhang Chu, returned the courtesy.

The visitor sighed lowly, respectfully exited the mourning hall, took the filial piety from the hand of the big bear standing at the door of the living room with both hands, tied it to his left hand, and went to the courtyard to find something to do that could help the capital.

Although he was in this courtyard, it was impossible to find anything to do.

Because there are dozens of people like him with filial piety tied to his left arm.

They are all old men from the former Bloody Clothes Team and the Blood Knife Team.

I drank the mung bean soup stewed by Zhang's own hands.

I have eaten the big steamed buns steamed by Zhang's own hands.

Some even wore clothes and shoes that were sewn by Zhang's own hands.

They don't have Li Zheng's courage, and they dare to pester Zhang's with a hippie smile to ask for this and that, but Zhang's status in their hearts is not lower than that of Li Zheng.

The kind old man had never put up any stakes in front of them, and she treated every brother who could enter and leave Zhang's Mansion as if she were her own nephew.

In fact, not only them, but all those who have seen her old man, none of them can have a bad feeling for her.

She was illiterate, and she didn't know what the way of a saint was, nor did she know what it meant to be gentle and frugal.

But her old man really lived a "good" word.

The last person who is qualified to enter this parlor today and salute the old man has gone out.

Fu Bo worriedly looked at Zhang Chu, who had been kneeling in front of the spirit for a day and a night, without dripping water and without saying a word, hesitated for a while, and then walked over and whispered: "Young master, no one is coming, you go to rest, there is Xia Tao Xiaoniang guarding here." ”

Xia Tao didn't dare to speak, just nodded vigorously.

Zhang's left, Fu Bo is already the only person in this family who can be regarded as an elder, there are some things that only he can say to Zhang Chu, and only he dares to say to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu finally reacted, but shook his head.

Fauber sighed, said no more, and bowed back to his place.

Zhang Chu raised a pale face and looked at the old house in front of him.

At the back of the old red house, there is a big gold-painted font: Shou.

He felt that it was too dazzling.

This is the coffin.

The old man who lives a long life and dies without illness, and the old house that can only be used after death.

Her mother is not a happy mourner.

Her old man was extremely sad and depressed......

And he, a filial son, didn't keep his old man's grandson, not to mention, even her old man's last wish can't be fulfilled now.

In the defense of Jintian Mansion early yesterday morning, the casualties of the Quadruple Gang were too great.

The wounded brother was in urgent need of bandaging and treatment.

Brothers who died in battle need to be buried on the spot.

He, as the helper, couldn't throw down so many people at this juncture and escort her old man's coffin back to Jintian County alone.

The mourning hall can only be set up in AllHeaven, and after the situation in AllHeavens is stabilized, she will choose an auspicious day to send her old man back to her hometown.

"There's a guest here!"

Outside the gate came the singing of mules.

Zhang Chu didn't look back and continued to burn paper money.

Hou Juntang, who was dressed in black civilian clothes, slowly stepped into the living room.

Fu Bo didn't recognize Hou Juntang, and sang loudly according to the ceremony: "The guest bowed." ”

Hou Juntang bowed in accordance with the courtesy.

Two bowed. ”

"Three bows. ”

"The filial son replied. ”

Hou Juntang walked up to Zhang Chu and said softly: "The deceased is gone, and the condolences are by the way." ”

Zhang Chu looked up at him expressionlessly, bowed slightly, and it could be regarded as a thank you gift.

The favor has been repaid, he and Hou Juntang are not friends.

Hou Juntang's reaction to Zhang Chu was not surprised at all.

Who Zhang Chu is, he knows too well.

But he stood in front of Zhang Chu, but he didn't mean to leave: "When you come, Master Shi asked the official to greet you." ”

Zhang Chu's eyes finally changed.

Master Shi?

The sword slashed the six-rank barbarian general, and the Lord Shi who saved the Jintianfu in the raging tide?

"Thank you to Master Shi for me. ”

Zhang Chu spoke, his voice hoarse as if it were the noise of two pieces of iron rubbing against him.

Hou Juntang nodded, and said, "After Master Shi recruited you to finish the old lady's funeral, go to the county government and his party." ”

Zhang Chu's face was expressionless, his thoughts turned sharply, and he immediately nodded and said, "The grass people dare to disobey their fate." ”

"Then the official will take his leave!"

Hou Juntang hugged his fists and said goodbye to Zhang Chu with the courtesy of his peers.

"Big Bear. ”

Zhang Chu called softly.

Big Bear strode in, "Helper." ”

"Send it to Lord Hou on my behalf. ”

"Yes, Lord Hou, please!"

Hou Juntang heard him call Lord Hou, and his heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

......

It was late at night.

Zhang Chu was still guarding in front of the spirit.

A servant woman walks past the door of the living room with a tray.

Zhang Chu saw it and said, "The person outside the door, come in." ”

When the servant woman heard this, she looked left and right, and after confirming that Zhang Chu was calling herself, she hurriedly walked into the mourning hall: "Master." ”

Zhang Chu stood up and glanced at the dishes and rice in the tray: "Is this taken out of Zhiqiu's little lady's room?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"How long has it been since she eaten?"

"Back to the master, the food sent in the past two days, Zhiqiu Xiaoniang has not touched a bite. ”

Zhang Chu sighed in his heart, "Okay, you go down." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

......

Zhang Chu walked into Zhiqiu's room, and at a glance saw Zhiqiu sitting on the bed, holding a small dress that was only half-made and weeping, and even found him when he came in.

She still didn't take a bite of the food on the bedside table.

After only one day, her whole body has been reduced a lot, and her face is so white that she can't see any blood.

Zhang Chu pursed his lips, forced out a smile, and smiled softly: "Zhiqiu, why don't you eat, is the food unappetizing?"

When Zhiqiu saw her, he collapsed at once, and stretched out his hands to him with a howl, calling out, "Master......"

Zhang Chu's heart hurt suddenly, he had never seen her so helpless.

He sat on the edge of the bed, hugged her gently, and slowly stroked her trembling back, "The master is here, don't cry, the sky is falling, and the master is on top of it." ”

He knew that in the matter of his mother's death, Zhiqiu was more painful than him.

But this matter, no wonder her.

Under that wave of feathered arrows, hundreds of people were killed and wounded.

She's just one of them.

If you really want to blame, you can only blame those damn northern barbarians.

If it weren't for them, they would have entered AllHeaven.

How could he flee in a hurry with the Quadruple Gang.

How could he, Zhang Chu, lose his old mother and child in one day.

"Wait, Northern Barbarian!"

"Lao Tzu is on the same page with you!"

Zhang Chu's eyes were gloomy, and his heart was surging with endless anger.

Life will always find its own way.

Anger too.