Zhao Hanzhang was dressed in filial piety clothes, she tidied up Zhao Erlang's clothes, handed over the ranking to him, and asked in a low voice: "Today, you will break the pot and beat the flag, do you remember everything that Uncle Cheng taught you?" ”

As long as he is not asked to read and write, if it is easy to understand, Zhao Erlang will remember it after listening to it a few times, and he has practiced it many times before, so he nodded confidently.

Zhao Hanzhang smiled at him with satisfaction, and said in a low voice: "I'll be by your side, don't be afraid!" ”

Zhao Erlang nodded fiercely, more confident.

When the time came, there was a firecracker in front of him, and the relatives who presided over the funeral raised their heads to the sky and shouted, "Rise-spirit-"

Zhao Hanzhang pushed Zhao Erlang, Zhao Erlang stepped forward and picked up the brazier and fell, and there was a cry inside and outside the mourning hall.

When he had finished his salute, he got up and took the line again, and the coffin was lifted.

The people who carried the coffin were all from the Zhao clan, and it was Zhao Song who found the young man from the clan, and he tried to choose those who were close to him.

Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan walked in the coffin, the suona sounded, and the mourning team slowly came out.

When I got outside, the monks who invited me were ready, and immediately recited the scriptures around the coffin, and when I walked out of the manor, the coffin was placed firmly on the car.

This place is a little far away from the ancestral tomb, so it has to be pulled over by car, Wang and others are in the car, and direct juniors like Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Erlang are walking in front.

Fu Tinghan also walked beside Zhao Hanzhang in filial piety clothes, and the uncle who was presiding over the ceremony in front of him suddenly shouted, "The soul returns-"

He was startled and looked up at the other party.

The other party grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the sky, shouting with tears in his eyes: "The soul returns-come-"

"Soul—Return—"

Fu Tinghan was sad when he heard this, and his eyes were slightly sour.

The mourning procession was already crying, and wept bitterly at these two calls.

This is to attract souls, in order to extradite the souls of the deceased so that they will not be lost.

When Ji Yuan arrived with a few parts, the funeral procession had already arrived at the cemetery, and Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Erlang knelt on the ground waiting for the coffin to enter the tomb.

Zhao Song, who was about to arrive, immediately alarmed the righteous recitation of the sacrificial words, looked up and saw Ji Yuan, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Why is Mr. Ji here?" ”

Ji Yuan swept over the coffin with tears in his eyes, and saluted Zhao Song: "Ji has served the lord for many years, and he is really reluctant, so he wants to come to see the lord off for a ride, but fortunately he caught up." ”

Zhao Song was anxious, "Mr. is here, who is next to my second brother?" ”

Ji Yuan said: "The second master is smart and majestic, and the lord's previous staff are still there. ”

"That can't be compared with Mr.," Zhao Song was secretly anxious, why didn't Zhao Zhongyu keep Ji Yuan?

He knows that this Mr. Ji has been with the eldest brother for more than ten years, and his talent is not low, and he knows most of the affairs of the Zhao family, and he is the eldest brother's henchman.

Such a person, how could Zhao Zhongyu let him go?

It's a pity that the funeral is at a critical time, and it is not easy to interrupt, so he can only continue first.

When Zhao Hanzhang saw Ji Yuan, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly to him.

Ji Yuan met her gaze and nodded at her.

After the recitation, the coffin was carried to the tomb, and the burial objects were also placed on the side of the coffin.

Zhao Changyu's cemetery was prepared two years ago, and it was a good place for Zhao Song to choose, and the tomb that the craftsmen dug was in accordance with the rules of the princes.

There are three burial chambers in it, and Zhao Song also prepared a lot of burial goods, all of which were things that Zhao Changyu liked before, as well as the articles written by Zhao Changyu before, he copied them again, and he was preparing when Luoyang sent back the news that Zhao Changyu's body was not good a year ago.

The things were put in one by one, and the seventh uncle Zhao Hu sighed, feeling that it was still simple, "It's a pity that your belongings were lost on the road, otherwise you can put more, just like this burial goods, it's too wronged big brother." ”

He looked left and right, and saw Uncle Cheng kneeling silently crying on the side, and his heart moved, "You can't be too wronged by the eldest brother, otherwise you will bury a few intimate subordinates to serve the eldest brother, right?" ”

Zhao Hanzhang wiped his tears with his hands, and raised his eyes that didn't have many tears to look at him.

Zhao Song was a little angry and glanced at him, "Don't mess around in front of the grave of the eldest brother, don't go out quickly." ”

Zhao Hu glared, "I'm serious, fifth brother, don't you think these burial goods are too cold, I think it's good to be an uncle, he grew up beside the eldest brother since he was a child, and he has been serving the eldest brother ......"

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help scolding in his heart, lowered his eyes and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief, and cried loudly with a "wow", Zhao Hu's words were broken, and he couldn't catch it for a while.

Zhao Hanzhang cried, "Seventh Uncle Ancestor, don't rob Uncle Cheng with me, Uncle Cheng was left by my grandfather Tete to me and my younger brother, and my younger brother and I still pointed to him to take care of it." ”

Uncle Cheng, whose face was pale, also reacted, and the whole person lay on the ground and cried bitterly, kowtowed: "Sanniang, let the slave go with the master of Lang, the slave is willing to serve the master of Lang." ”

"I don't want it!" Zhao Hanzhang looked up to the sky and cried, tears flowing, "I don't have a grandfather anymore, and I can't live without Uncle Cheng." ”

Fu Tinghan saw that her tears were like rain, and she couldn't help but reach out and take a drop, surprised, how did she cry when she said she cried?

Even if there is ginger juice on the handkerchief, it won't be so easy to use, right?

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him and saw him wandering, he was happy, he couldn't hold back, the snot bubbles came out, Fu Tinghan's eyes flashed with a smile, he tried to hold back the smile, and hurriedly pasted the handkerchief on her face, pulled her into his arms to comfort her, and said to the Zhao clan: "The burial of the living has long been abolished, Grandfather Zhao is merciful, Uncle Cheng is what he left to Sanniang and Erlang, if he is allowed to be buried with him, I am afraid that it will violate Grandfather Zhao's wishes." ”

Zhao Song's face looked better, and he bowed slightly, "Uncle is right." ”

The Zhao family also thought so.

"Then you don't need to be uncle, it's okay to pick other people," Zhao Hu said: "If you are reluctant to give your own people to the eldest brother, then I will send a few." ”

When the other relatives heard this, they hesitated, if Zhao Hu came out by himself, they really had nothing to stop.

Zhao Hanzhang, who was leaning on Fu Tinghan's arms, grinded his teeth, but when he raised his head, he regained his complexion, and he was weak, "Seventh Uncle Ancestor, our Zhao family doesn't have the custom of being buried alive, right?" ”

"I didn't have it before, but now I can have it," Zhao Hu's eyes lit up and said: "Now people are not valuable, you can buy several people's intimate and good-looking ones with a few dollars, and take them underground to serve, how good?" ”

Zhao Hanzhang: "The Seventh Uncle Ancestor is not afraid that they will die unjustly, and they will be resentful and go underground to take revenge on you?" ”

Zhao Hanzhang lowered his voice when he said this, looking gloomy, Zhao Hu was really startled, and after reacting, he was furious, "They dare!" I am my master, and they are slaves, and even when I go to the earth, they will listen to me. ”

Zhao Hanzhang clasped his hands together, half-raised his head and said with a loving face: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, the Buddha said that all beings are equal." People can't be equal when they are alive, but when they go to hell, they are all souls, and who is more noble than others in terms of merits and sins in life? ”

Her eyes fell on Zhao Hu's face, and she said seriously: "Seventh Uncle Ancestor, you want to accumulate virtue." ”

Zhao Hu was a little confused, "You scolded me?" ”

Zhao Hanzhang denied it seriously, "No! ”