It is said that Jia Cong's legs and feet are inconvenient, so he stays overnight in Wangchunlu. When he got up early, Pan Youan was changing herbs and leggings for him, and there was a shout outside: "Put down the work at hand, bring a pole and ladder, go back to the house and build a shed, the old lady is dead!" ”

Jin Wenxiang opened his umbrella and held a flag, and the number cried, and everyone who saw it wept. Jia Cong hugged his head on the low couch and mourned, Wen Xiang couldn't persuade him, and Pan You'an carried the couch down the mountain one by one, supported on the horse, and the little guy rode a horse to follow.

Zhao Tianliang and Li Gui went to the grange separately to report the funeral, Yu Lu led the craftsmen down the mountain, and the rest of the Gu'er and Da Heizi followed Wang Zhu'er Zhao Tiandong, obeyed the orders of the master, and went separately to cut the cold-resistant gentleman cypress on the two houses of Yin and Yang, and deceived the snow doctor pine, in order to prepare for the purpose of erecting the gatehouse and decorating the filial piety shed.

When Xing Zhong joined his relatives in the future, he made a living in the Panxiang Temple in Xuanshan Mountain. Since he started a relationship with the Xue family, he took a few capitals and resumed his old business according to Bu Shiren's spice shop, and opened a small shop.

Qian Huai was sent by the patriarch, and when he came, Uncle Xing was still in the leather shop to make a futon for his daughter's wedding. When he was waiting for a while, Qian Huai didn't see anyone else coming, so he went to the leather cotton shop to find it. only bowed his hand to Uncle Jia Yun, and passed his spice shop.

Xing Zhong got the words, went back to the store to ask for the back of the guy who used it, Uncle Bu saw him go out, walked out from under the paddle and asked, "Where is the uncle going to get rich?" Xing Zhong muttered: "Make a fart fortune, this is busy and busy, and chaos is adding to the chaos!" Pi Lao Mian bites the price, bites me with a fire, this is another thing that is unacceptable! Happy events and white things are mixed together, so that I can take care of that end? It's unbelievable, the dead are great! ”

Bu Shiren is the in-law in the five suits, and he can't shrink his head, so he adds to his worries, hangs his neck and comes to the courtyard, squatting under the black tree and smoking shisha in a muffled voice. When he saw her husband, she sighed and said "evil", and complained: "I raised a hundred daughters in half my life, and I raised him young, and I expected him to recruit a son-in-law to raise me to grow old, but who knew that I couldn't get married!" The Jin family retreated, we shouldn't have relied on it - life is his Jin family, death is his ghost! There was no such problem when he was married, but now it's not good, it's his Jin family's grave that is angry! Otherwise, sooner rather than later, why not sooner or later, if you change the characters with his family, you will get dementia? ”

Bu Shiren got up and looked for another clean, but he didn't want to touch his head on the branch, and angrily pulled off the branch, and said, "What do you say is useless?" You also know that we are the Xue family's inheritance, and we are in his family's shares, this is one. The second thing, the old slippery head Zhang Dehui is our major shareholder, and sooner or later he will spend money to coax Xue Nerd's belongings. The seventh sister of his family fell in love with Jin Rong, and if she didn't buy this account, she would have to withdraw from her family, so it was better to do a personal favor in vain, and count on him to take us with us in the future.

With silver for the elderly, what is not better than it? Money can make grinding ghosts, I hired Yuai to tell stories and play with Sister Yin, not for a day, but for a lifetime! A person who is poor and short-minded, and his orphans and widows are recruited into my door, which is a blessing that cannot be cultivated in several lifetimes! Just now I squatted under the tree and thought, if the raw rice is made into glutinous rice - sticky teeth, I can't shake it off, so I have to knock out my teeth and swallow it in my stomach! ”

His family's laughter opened up when they heard it, and they were disgusted: "The old ghost has this idea, why didn't he say it earlier, it will cause my gray hair to be sad these days!" After that, he went down to the cellar and took out the persimmons in the ashes, washed the fruit bowl that had everything he wanted, and brought it to the window of the west chamber to eavesdrop.

I didn't see any movement for a long time, and when I pushed the door, the room was empty, and there was no one on the bed. I was busy looking for it in the back garden, and when I got to the jujube tree, I heard Sister Yin shouting: "Xianggong, you come up, let's play a swing." ”

When I went to the back of the tree, I saw Sister Yin standing on the drawing board, twisted like candy, holding the colored rope in one hand, and holding the jade love in the other. Swinging back and forth, the girl Yuai is at one end, it's time to push it and send him out. Sister Yin swung back, stumbled and said, "Xianggong, stop me!" People are timid, and they are scared alone, you come up and hug me, let's go together! ”

The girl looked straight at her, and when she saw that Yu Ai was stunned and didn't know what she meant, she said clearly: "Uncle, you just listen to Miss." Our young lady is the pearl of the old lady's palm, what to say, the old lady has nothing to rely on. Yu Ai held the pedal in her hand, bowed her head and refused to lift it, and the anxious Sister Yin reached out to pull it - she didn't slip under her feet, stumbled down, hugged Yu Ai and her body, "coo-dong", and fell to the ground together.

Sister Yin smiled so hard that she rode on it, lifted Yu Ai's head, and put it in the crook of her arm. Shake off the handkerchief and put it on the cushion, lay down with his head, hugged and fell asleep, and opened his eyes to look at the hanging willow. Suddenly, I saw a spider the size of a bean crawling out of the willow leaves, bluffed and hid his head in Yu Ai's arms, and called out to the girl, "Quick, hurry up and call Xizi to go, don't come to sting me, don't sting me Xianggong!" ”

The girl comforted: "Xizi doesn't sting, she's here to draw the strings." Seeing that the girl's aunt was doing this, he came to report the good news-" Sister Yin turned around and hurriedly asked: "What kind of good news, is it that I am happy?" Seeing that the girl didn't answer, she turned to ask Yuai: "Xianggong, they don't know, I only ask you." Say, "Am I happy?" The drama you sang to me a while ago also has Xizi's words in it, I'll sing it to you to see if I remember it. The rap sang:

The palace court gold furnace and silver lamp, candlelight, rice big joy and son are embraced, the gold plate is planted with beans, the flowers and branches are displayed, and the silver bottle is beautiful. I saw her bow down on the Yao steps, secretly wishing.

His mother saw and heard it, and beckoned the girl to instruct: "You should be smart, if the two of them are like this in the room, you can close the door and come out." Standing stupidly in front of them, they can't let go of their hands and feet. Just tell me afterwards, I have a point. Because I asked what Yuai said and what drama she skept, she suddenly asked: "I taught you that Yuai is Jin Rong, does Miss believe it?" ”

The girl nodded and said, "I said what my grandmother taught, and the young lady asked how her face had changed, and I said; In order to match the beauty of the young lady, I ate the ginseng fruit of Gao Laozhuang, so I became handsome, and I spoke shyer than before. Miss liked it so much that she didn't suspect it anymore. Uncle Bu smiled and said to his father, Uncle Bu breathed a sigh of relief and went to the Rongguo Mansion to mourn.

Aunt Xue came home to discuss with her son and nephew about marrying Xiuyan. Hearing the report and crying, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law removed their makeup and clothes, Xue Pan opened the way, Xue Zhen rode a horse and followed the car, and the group went straight to Ningrong Street.

The door of the East Mansion is open, looking to the west, the cigarette smoke at the head of the door is filled, and the firecrackers in the door are terrifying. From the gate of Rongguo Mansion, the instrument door, the hall, the warm pavilion, the inner hall, the inner three doors, the inner instrument door and the inner plug door, until the Rongxi Hall, the main gate is wide open, the filial piety shed is high under the steps on both sides, and the white flags are hanging.

The north and south halls go from east to west until Jia's mother's upper room, a snow cave with a pure white paper paste, and there are three halls with Quanfu's mother to guide her daughters. Aunt Xue cried to the funeral room and amplified her grief.

The eldest son pardoned Shen Ding's worries, and the Ministry of Rites heard about it, and now he recited the merits of his first husband for two generations, and the Guanglu Temple gave sacrifices according to the rules, and the court was allowed to sacrifice and hang by the feudal county.

The eight rooms in the capital are here, the uncle and nephew of the Confucian Jia Yi have already become ancient, and Jia Qiong is doing business in Nanyue, and he doesn't know where he is. The little uncle is only left to repair, Xiao Dun's second nephew, Heng Heng Chen, five nephews and grandnephews are also here, and there are also great-grandchildren Jia Qiang, Jia Jiang, Jia Ling, Jia Yun, Jia Qin, Jia Zhen, Jia Ping, Jia Zao, Jia Xuan, Jia Fen, Jia Fang, Jia Zhi, etc. The patriarch Jia Zhen pointed out a few Jia Huang, Jia Qin, Jia Qiang, and Jia Qiang, and ordered to greet and escort the guests.

Originally from Jinling, there are 12 rooms in the second mansion, and the third room is extinct and no one is left, and there are only nine rooms left. Qian'er heard the news in the palace and the news of Jiafu from Shi Yu and Zhang Rugui, except for Jia's old and sick people who had no medical treatment, and Jia Xin was studying abroad, the rest of the seven rooms were all annoyed and looked at Jia's mother's illness together. hasn't returned home yet, and they've all come out to help cook.

The Yin and Yang Division astronomical students came in to choose a day, pushed the funeral for seven days, stopped the spirit for seven days and forty-nine days, sent the spirit to the Iron Threshold Temple, and chose the auspicious spirit to return to the Jinling ancestor. Jia Yu was filial piety, crying like a tearful person, suddenly remembered something, staggered out, pointed to someone to dig the partition wall, and said: "Open the door to enter and exit, so that you can come and go in the mourning." "When he was finished, he crawled back to the spirit, and wept blood, crying hoarsely, and the sound gradually disappeared.

Jia Zhen was entrusted outside, and Sister Feng was all on the inside. On the day of the funeral of the assistant manager Keqing, Sister Feng passed through, and Caiming took the roster because of her fate. Who knows that according to the book, counting those who are sick and cannot go to the ground, the male servants are only thirty-one, and the women are only forty-three, and the rich have already gone to the south for the winter.

Sister Feng originally wanted to be a decent old lady in this big event, but the stars changed, but it turned out to be such a situation. scolded secretly, and then sighed: "The old lady is full of children and grandchildren, and she wants to be bigger than Xiao Rong's grandmother, but she can't!" "Tearfully take out a few of the grange, pick the important ones and do it.

Fortunately, Ping'er's little red mandarin ducks and amber made a few intimate contributions: Ping'er was there to send oil candles, tea leaves, dusters, brooms and other things according to the number, and Xiaohong was assigning mothers-in-law to set up mattresses and felt mats, and placed sputum boxes and foot pedals. The two were assigned to teach, and they drew their own marks with a pen - although it was not a word, what was issued was clear.

Xiluan was guarding the old lady, and now she is like a purple juan, guarding Miss Lin in the warm pavilion. Jin Gui wiped his eyes and cried in front of the spirit, his mother led his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to the back building to watch tea, and Aunt Li's brother and daughter-in-law got up to greet her, and Yan Yan sat down to accompany Aunt Xue to talk about family life.

For a while, Zhou's mother burned incense paper and clothes for his girl in front of the spirit, Aunt Xue and Aunt Li asked Xiangyun, and Zhou's mother sighed: "The girl's eyes are crying like peaches, I forgot that the moon is not yet full, and I am bent on coming." My aunt was not at ease, so she persuaded her, and the girl had to send me—to do my best for him. ”

Aunt Li said with a smile: "Miss Shi is all strips, not fat or thin, what do you want, it is the appearance of Wangfu's belt." Maybe there's something wrong, I don't know if it's bad! Fortunately, the in-laws have an opportunity, if it is by his temperament, crying by his temperament, if there is an accident, not to mention the in-laws and husbands, the dead will not be at peace. ”