It is reasonable to be reasonable, as a great-grandson, Jia Liu has to do a magic service for the old lady who was crumbled into ashes.

Otherwise, it will be too unpleasant, and the conscience will be disturbed.

After all, blood is thicker than water.

Otherwise, can he get the old lady who has lived in the countryside of Shanxi for hundreds of years to a big villa in the city?

It can't be!

Take 10,000 steps back, why doesn't he plan other people's old ladies, but prefers to dig his own?

Isn't this still emotional!

Therefore, when he thought of the old lady's dog thing being shattered into ashes, Jia Liu's heart was very uncomfortable.

I didn't eat lunch at all.

During the afternoon meeting, I often wandered and sighed from time to time, which confused the participants.

After dinner, the bolt pillar, who knew the young master's mind best, specially told the young master that he would invite a few monks and Taoist priests to a small water and land puja.

did his best, which made the old lady feel better.

"It makes sense, but it doesn't work like this, I am the emperor, the son of the people, what do you say about taking the lead in feudal superstition!"

Jia Liu actually still wants to engage in feudal superstition, because he believes in it somewhat.

However, the current situation is special, he is in the army, not at home, and the impact is not good if the occasion is not right.

The matter was put on hold for the time being.

At night, when Lao A came to find Mr. Yang with two catties of pig's head meat to talk about it for a hundred taels, he immediately became interested, and came over to ask the emperor for peace before dawn the next day, and then took out the compromise plan that he thought of at night.

It's not okay to do a big job, but you can do a small-scale ceremony behind closed doors.

The fewer people who participate, the better, and it is best to have the emperor, Mr. Yang, and his old man.

Chairman Lee didn't even notify him.

"This is a good way, Cheng, then I will leave this matter to you."

Because he was anxious to listen to the military work reports of Bao Ning, the commander of the First Army, and Bao Guozhong, the chief of staff, Jia Liu did not have time to listen to Lao A's specific plan, and let him be fully responsible for the same bolt.

There was no work arrangement in the afternoon, so I was ready to recuperate, because I had already asked people to go to Tongzhou to get the Shun nobles over to get them.

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It's not just to get around, he's not a womanizer, the main thing is to cultivate feelings and in-depth exchanges, after all, Shun Guiren and her brother Fuqing are in Jiangnan with soldiers, and there are thousands of Eight Banner soldiers under his hands.

When the time comes, it will come in handy against the old watch.

If you want your brother-in-law to be obedient, of course, you have to coax your sister.

Not long after he lay down, there was a knock on the door outside.

It's the old man.

said that it was done, and asked the emperor to come over and make a scene.

"Not only do you reassure me, but it's also very efficient!"

Jia Liu, who put filial piety first, hurriedly got up, and said to Lao A while dressing: "By the way, how much money was spent and go back to the finance to report." ”

"Being able to spend money on Your Majesty is a blessing that the minister has cultivated in his previous life, and it is a good thing that others can't ask for, how can the minister reimburse it!"

Lao Ah realized that he was a few kilometers away from Siberia.

"Okay, lead the way."

Jia Liu was satisfied with the old man, and felt more and more that this Manchurian Tartar liked it very much.

The fight with Wang Fuyou is much more pleasing to the eye than Azu's anti-bone boy.

"Hey!"

The old man was full of smirks and pouted his ass to open the way.

The two of them quietly touched Pang Gezhuang for a while, and then arrived at a secluded courtyard in the east.

There are guards outside, and there are three layers of defense measures in the forbidden army nearby, so there is absolutely no problem in terms of security.

"Your Majesty, please inside!"

Lao Ah pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and a large grave full of mourning sticks appeared in front of Jia Liu's eyes.

On the edge of the grave, the bolt pillar is folding paper money.

Symbolically fold some, because I bought too much, it's enough for a carriage.

"No, didn't my old lady turn to ashes?"

Jia Liuqi is a big monster, Jia Han is an old thing, not to mention the stump and broken arm, even the ashes are gone, what is the matter with these two fools to set up a grave for him?

"Your Majesty, this is a well-dressed mound!"

Lao A emphasized that the content is not important, and the form is in place.

Jia Liuyi is right to think about it, the left and right are also ghosts, there is no need to be so serious.

"Your Majesty, raise your hand for trouble."

Lao A thoughtfully stepped forward to replace the prepared white hat, hemp rope and straw sandals for the emperor, and handed over two mourning sticks to the emperor.

It is a professional prop bought from the Pangezhuang shroud shop, not a simple equipment made by the emperor himself.

After dressing up, the pattern of filial piety in front of the grave came out at once.

Jia Liu is also quite satisfied with this outfit, it is the style he wants, and it is also the feeling he wants.

In the end, it is a brand, but it is different.

"What about down there?"

Jia Liu is at the mercy of Lao A.

This is also exquisite.

If the ancestor dies, whether it is the common people or the emperor, they have to listen to the arrangements of the lord's funeral.

Obviously, Lao Ah is the mourner.

Of course, it's not a new mourning, it's an old mourning.

But it's all the same.

Lao Ah arranged the process: "As soon as the ministers knock on the wooden fish, Your Majesty will circle around the tomb, crying while circling, and it is best to call for the return of Han Fugong's soul in his heart..."

Jia Liu listened carefully, and he was also very fond of the details of the process, but how could Lao Ah be both civil and military?

Surprised, Lao Ah had already draped a robe on his body, and at the same time held a wooden fish in his hand, "all of them" knocked up, and his mouth emitted a heavenly Zen sound like a monk.

looked at Jia Liu stunned for a while, and at the same time felt that the robe on Lao A's body was quite familiar, as if he had worn it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"The shoes are torn, the hat is torn, the robe on the body is torn, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south..."

Not to mention, Lao Ah is really professional, "Vajra Loving Father Lotus Sutra" sang from his mouth, and he felt it.

Hearing this, Jia Liu's heart melted on the spot.

I'd rather put Lao Ah Guan in prison for the rest of his life than let his family go to Siberia to suffer that living crime.

"Young master, don't be stunned, let's start."

The bolt pillar carried the folded paper money to the old lady's clothed mound, knelt down with a "plop", thought about it, and got a white hat for himself, and then knelt down again and began to send money to the old lady.

As the son of the Jia family, Zhuzhu is eligible to wear a white hat.

"Huh? Oh, good! ”

Jia Liu hurriedly entered the role, carrying two mourning sticks around the old lady's grave.

cried while turning, and at the same time shouted to the old lady to come back early according to what the old man said.

After turning around a few times, he felt dizzy, so he squatted on the ground and sent money to the old lady with the bolt pillar.

Convergence and convergence, and there is a heartache in my ears? The cry.

"I didn't say anything, I burst into tears, and I cried my cruel wife. In the past, I came to see you all the good news, but today I have to complain about my grievances,..."

It's the old man!

I'm really crying, and the cry is absolutely heartbreaking, dim and dark, can't help but shoot stars, scalding doesn't hurt being refrigerated and a dead heart...

Specialized!

A mouthful of authentic Henan bangzi flavor.

Hearing that, Jia Liuda was moved, he really saw the hearts of the people for a long time, and he knew the loyal ministers.

"Young master, you have to cry too."

The bolt reminded the young master to be pious and feel guilty about the old lady, because the young master is really sorry for the old lady, and he can't live with them.

Cry!

The old man is a filial grandson, how can Jia Liu, the true filial grandson, be indifferent.

I just don't know what to cry about, and I really can't squeeze out tears.

Just dry smoke, wipe your eyes with your sleeve from time to time.

Smoke to choke.

After crying for a while, Lao Ah shouted and took it, and quickly changed his role to act as a persuader: "Okay, okay, filial piety and grandson mourning, the old lady knows, he will bless his children and grandchildren with many blessings and longevity in the spirit of heaven..."

Jia Liu hurriedly shut down, kowtowed a few times to the old lady, and slowly got up.

As soon as he stood up, the paper money in the basin suddenly flew into the sky, floating around in the sky above the small courtyard like a tornado.

Shocked Jia Liu, he subconsciously sang: "This is the last battle, unite until tomorrow, Intel Raxiongnar must be realized!" ”

In an instant, the paper money fell to the ground, and the small courtyard returned to tranquility.

The scientific explanation is that just now the bolt pillar hugged several large bundles of paper money and burned them together, but the fire was too big and the paper money went to the sky.

After Heshi San bowed, Jia Liu's heart was greatly satisfied, and his heart was also greatly comforted.

After walking out of the small courtyard, I felt that the sky was high and refreshing, and I was full of energy.

Lao Li came with a telegram, and he didn't find the emperor in the Zhuangzi for a long time, and then he looked at the paper money here and found it.

Seeing that Lao Li was very anxious, Jia Liu hurriedly asked what was wrong.

As a result, he was told that he was old and rich, but he wanted to hang his father and his brother on the city gate.

"If you can't do it like this, it's over, Fei Zhen is old for a long time."

Sure enough, money can make ghosts grind, and this old lady will come to fulfill the wish of his great-grandson after receiving the remittance.

Jia Liuda was overjoyed, but he didn't expect the president to splash a basin of cold water on his head.

said that this was the case, and was persuaded by Qianlong.

"Uncle Wozhini, Qianlong is determined to fight against me, right! When I break the capital, I want this old guy to look good, and so on..."

Jia Liu suddenly had a spirit, revealing a solemn expression, "No, Lao Chen seems to be a little wrong, how can I think he wants to hug my thigh?" ”