When the "One Street and Two Squares" was finally completed, Li Shanren was so unhappy that he set up a hundred tables of flowing water seats on the cross bridge. A bamboo shed was erected on the bridge, the villagers borrowed tables and stools, invited ten people who could cook, set up a big iron pot on the bridge, slaughtered countless chickens and ducks, and killed three pigs. Xianghai was smart from a young age, and was famous in Guangfu, seeing that he built a house in the city, Boss Shen and his wife, Mr. Zhang, the mayor of the town, and the master all came to congratulate him, and the owner of the shaving shop, the teahouse shop Xiaokai, the noodle shop proprietor, and the neighbors came uninvited. Mrs. Li only wore a set of cheongsams for one hour, and the banquet ate for four hours from morning to night, and it was not over yet, Mrs. Li changed four sets of cheongsam, stepped on delicate high heels, smiled and sang with her wife, and shuttled between the banquet to greet guests. Although the are old, they still do not lose their grace and luxury. At the end of the evening, Mrs. Li changed into the last set of simple and luxurious Xiangyun gauze cheongsam, and between her gestures, the cheongsam rustled, which seemed to be light clouds covering the moon in the near distance, and looked like a return wind and snow, and the guests were all looking sideways. Xianghai only hated that he bought too little cloth, and bought a dozen or so horses and made a dozen sets of them to make his mother stand out. Li Shanren's hand pillar England Division's Ke, smug, toasting back and forth, drinking freely, but also fighting for face, the Li family built Houde Mansion without such a big pomp, for a time the scenery is infinite.

However, it can really be said that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck, Li Shanren has not healed because of the wind and cold suffered in the wax moon, and because of Ma Chenlong's mood fluctuations are too great, so that he gasps and coughs day and night, tired from the banquet and tired, and the next day the disease attacks, and suddenly his body seems to be broken, coughing so much that he can't sleep and lie down. In the middle of the night, a cough spurted out a large basin of blood. Xianghai panicked, and hurriedly invited Mr. Zhang to check the pulse, but he was already dead. Mrs. Li begged Mr. Zhang, doesn't the Zhang family have an ancestral secret medicine, even if it costs more, they have to save it. Mr. Zhang shook his head helplessly and said: "Even if the Zhang family has ancestral secret medicine, it can't save the disease of the heart, and Master Li is the internal injury of the seven emotions that causes phlegm and obsession, and the essence, qi, and spirit have been exhausted, and there is no cure." Don't leave your loved ones, give him his last ride! Mrs. Li was saddened when she heard this, and she squeezed her husband's stiff hand and rubbed it continuously. That night, Li Shanren leaked all night, discharged the black sticky feces of the big lump, and talked nonsense all night. The next day, he came to his senses, his eyes were forested, and he told Mrs. Li that the Li family owed too much to Gong'er, and they should do their best to support them in the future. Li Xiaoniang is also a member of the Li family, and she wants to set up a well-dressed mound for her, so that she can be filial piety. He instructed Xianghai that in the future, the brothers should work together in harmony and not seek an earth-shattering career, but to start a family as soon as possible and keep the family business, so as to comfort the ancestors of the Li family.

Seeing that Li Shanren was sober and articulate, Mrs. Li had a trace of expectation, thinking that he would not leave so soon, so she quickly asked Fusheng to find a way to find Ma Chenlong back to see his father for the last time. However, Li Shanren only returned to the light, and after speaking, he fell unconscious again, and when he woke up again, he asked Mrs. Li to take out a gold-inlaid box wrapped in red cloth from under the box, and take out a heavy object wrapped in red cloth from the box, and peel it off layer by layer. Mrs. Li held it in her hand, and Xianghai recognized it as the terrifying golden pistol, and under the pistol was a certificate of gun ownership signed by Lord Li himself. Li Shanren used his last bit of strength, held the pistol tremblingly, and held it up to Xianghai with great difficulty. Xiang Hai found that his father's hands were as cold as a pistol, and knew that his father's time was running out, and his heart swelled with infinite sadness, and he listened to his father's last teachings. Who knew that Li Shanren let out a "post" in his throat...... After...... After ......" three guttural sounds, a mouthful of phlegm stuck in the throat could not be spit out, the eyes were full of nostalgia for the world, and it was too late to leave a last word, so he left his hand and returned to the West. Xianghai thought that what Li Shanren wanted to say when he was dying was nothing more than "there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great" and other precepts, and he felt ashamed of his father, and he cried loudly, crying so that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, which was also useless, and Li Shanren was already upright and cold. Mrs. Li understood that her husband could not let go of her two sons and had no heirs, and she reminded her to protect the "livelihood silver" of the Li family in the back garden. Mrs. Li was grief-stricken, crying and complaining: "I said that I would walk the Huangquan Road together, cross the Nai He Bridge, and drink the Meng Po soup, now you leave the concubine and go first, leaving me alone How to live, after a hundred years of concubine, the Huangquan Road is dark, so how to walk alone is ......." "Crying heartbreakingly makes people feel desolate. Xianghai touched her heart and wanted to accompany her mother well in her lifetime and no longer let her suffer the pain of loneliness.

According to the rules of Guangfu, Li Shanren only has one son by his side, although Xianghai is promising, but the family cannot be said to be prosperous, not Quanfu; If you are less than 80 years old, you will not be considered a full life; Dying from the wind and cold is not disease-free and painless, nor can it be regarded as a good death. Therefore, Li Shanren is not a full blessing and a full life, can not be regarded as a happy funeral, and is a foreigner, although he has done a lot of good things for Guangfu, but the coffin can not enter the ancestral hall, so the funeral is simple, and only in the hall of Houde Mansion set up a mourning hall to mourn. A three-foot offering table, put incense and candle offerings, light the ever-bright incense oil lamp, refuel from time to time, do not extinguish, so that the deceased Huangquan Road can walk steadily. A simple white curtain is hung on the side of the table, and a photo of the deceased is hung in the middle of the white curtain, under which there is a large inscription written on white paper, and on both sides there is a couplet that describes the life of the deceased, and on the right is a long couplet of Boss Shen:

Wait for a while, don't dream of your life, be righteous and a mentor

After that, he met again and said that he would be married to brothers in the next life

Mr. Zhang's couplet on the left is also two long lines:

Ci Xuanxi went to Sandong to remember the heart, and looked at each other in the world, thousands of lines of wax tears

The sound is invisible, and the ileum is always sad and sad all day long

Other neighbors and friends sent countless couplets, all praising the deceased's good deeds throughout his life. Li Shanren is happy to do good deeds in his lifetime, the treasury is always stocked with crop seeds, whenever the sowing season, as long as he is willing to come to the door to beg, Li Shanren always comes and does not refuse, free of charge to provide the villagers from Gusu high-yield cotton, early-maturing grass, bantam and other seeds, the villagers have been his favor nine times out of ten, so I heard that Li Shanren passed away, come to mourn in an endless stream, thinking of the deceased's various benefits, all grief. Behind the table, a pair of shoucai is covered with a white cloth, and the surroundings are covered with green leaves and flowers. Shoucai was made for himself when Li Shanren was fifty years old, and there is a saying in Guangfu folk that "the master does not make fallen wood", and the carpenter does not make coffins for the dead, but only for the living. This pair of Nanmu longevity wood, enough to use 1,500 catties of wood, the front is high and the back is low, the front is large and the back is small, with two solid wood benches to pick up the air, the rear banner is hung high, mourning the death of the elderly, very solemn. He also built a funeral shed in front of his house, invited drummers, played wind music, and beat gongs and drums to open the way for the dead, hoping for the reincarnation of the dead. Although there has never been a miracle of resurrection from the dead, the sustenance and expectation of the living have never diminished.