Guo Chuzi's body was temporarily parked in the house, covered with white curtains around it, and as soon as the coffin was built, it was ready to be buried. Wen Zhong and Guo Xiang were in another room, and the Xiang people tidied up their filial piety clothes and turned back to talk to Wen Zhong.

"Brother Wen, the obituary has been sent in many places, who do you think you need to invite?" Hunan asked.

"Of course Chen Tongzhi is coming," Wen Zhong knocked on the table with his hand, "Also, those big and small stewards of the dyeing workshop have to be invited." ”

The Hunan people wrenched their fingers: "This ...... About one or twenty people, I'm afraid I won't be able to send it. ”

Wen Zhong said: "Why are you so honest? In your brother's name, you will temporarily suspend the work of the dyeing workshop for one day, and order all of them to come to the funeral. When the time comes......" Speaking of this, he deliberately lowered his voice and said a few words, and the Hunan people nodded.

In the past few days of mourning, the Hunan people have great brotherly feelings, drinking porridge and vegetables every day, not to mention the haggard face, and also taking time to help deal with family affairs, treating family members very politely, and being strict with the slaves, all major matters are asked, and the majesty in the house is established.

Wen Zhong still wanted to take care of the operation of the gambling house, so he sent Guan Qiye to help here. The Hunan people called someone to pick him up from outside the door, made him a good cup of tea, and said, "As soon as my brother goes, why bother to make you uneasy." The seventh master is the brother of Brother Wen, and he should also be called a brother in the future, if there is anything wrong with you, just mention it. ”

Guan Qitou gave in a few times, but he couldn't resist the hospitality of the Hunan people, so he had to hold the tea in his hand: "You're polite." Outside the staff is Jiangdu virtuous businessmen, we are extremely sad, deeply sad, so spontaneously come, but for you to share the worries. ”

The Hunan people talked to him for a while before they went out. Guan Qiye looked at his back, sighed a few times, and said to the slave beside him: "Your master is very honest, kind and humble, and so capable of doing things, he is really a young gentleman." But...... Advise your masters, not to be too weak outside. ”

The Hunan people walked into the study, summoned the steward, changed their faces, and asked sharply: "Why hasn't the coffin been shipped yet?" ”

"This morning, the shop said that it had been ready, and when the little one was about to go, he said that there was something wrong with it, and that he had to delay for a while; After that, a small servant came and said that the lady was faint and had to go to the shop to get the medicine, and I approved a few taels of silver to go out, tossed it, and accidentally forgot about it. I didn't think about it, and I was about to go. ”

The Hunan people lowered their eyebrows: "The right to spare you this time, don't slack off in the future." ”

"The villain understands."

"That Guan Qi," the Hunan man took out a pen from the side, "I heard that I went to Yizheng and participated in the Lu Jishou case at that time." He can spy on the inside of Yizheng, so he will naturally take a few peeks at us, so we must be wary. You just take him to the outer court to rest, and serve him with some inferior servants who don't know the inside story, and we will put all the family and relatives in the inner court, and if there is something to discuss, you must not go around. ”

"The little one will arrange it immediately." The steward stood up and said.

The Hunan people said again: "Slow." Guan Qi, you have to persuade him with kind words, send him out of the inner court, and don't be angry because of urgency. These gambling house people are doing favoritism and bending the law, and they are like old men sitting in the office, and they can't be provoked. ”

When the steward heard this, he muttered a few times: "Shopkeeper Wen is actually good to us......

"What?"

The Hunan people rolled their eyes, and suddenly there was a rage in their hearts that they had never felt before, and the green muscles were violent, and the pen in his hand was broken, and he shouted: "What? This dyeing workshop belongs to Wenzhong, and the mansion is also his territory? My brother said that Jiangdu's property must be the family's own and cannot fall into the hands of outsiders! Don't you even want to hear what he says?! ”

The steward kowtowed in fear: "The villain didn't mean that, it wasn't ......"

The Hunan people threw down the broken pen, gritted their teeth and said: "My brother has to look up to the faces of others before he dies, and I can't sit back and wait for death again." With that, he strode out from the steward's side.

When Chen Tongpao heard that the coffin had been sent to the palace, he changed his clothes, went from the official office to the gate of the palace, took the obituary, and said that he was the same as Chen Tongpao, and the people hurriedly invited him into the house.

There were about 100 people who came to the funeral, all wearing plain clothes, walking on the road, like a white cloud; Only the chanting of the monks was heard, and the wooden fish kept ringing, sometimes mixed with the sobs of the guests, and slowly walked towards the mourning hall.

Comrade Chen stepped lightly into the hall, gave Chu Zi a stick of incense, and then turned to leave, smothering his head in the hall. The monk's wooden fish didn't know how many times he knocked it, and suddenly put down the mallet and it didn't sound.

The comrade slowly raised his head, it turned out to be a Hunan man and Wenzhong coming out of the inner room, and the two of them were expressionless.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Hunan people said first, "the first brother has been diligent and diligent in Jiangdu and the dyeing workshop all his life, which is really respectable." So many friends can come to mourn, I, as a younger brother, am very grateful. He choked up as he wiped away his tears.

Wen Zhong supported him on the chair and comforted him for a long time, and the guests also wept and were sad and unhappy.

"Sixing is too sad and doesn't want to say too much, so I'll read the suicide note of the outsider......" Wen Zhong took out a blank piece of paper from his sleeve and showed it to everyone, "This is written a few days ago." ”

"My illness has gradually become exhausted, so I pretend to write a book to show the public: a certain is a citizen of Nanjing, living in Jiangdu, fortunately and starting a business. Rely on the help of the public to make something possible. Life is already heroic, what is the sorrow of death? May the princes not be concerned about it, and then make the living uneasy, how can I say that my sin is light. ”

Reading this, there was a burst of crying in the hall, and the eyes of the Hunan people unconsciously turned red. Chen also shed a few tears and wiped them away with his sleeves.

"And ......," Wen Zhong's gaze continued to look down, "If the business of the dyeing workshop cannot be stolen by others." Yu Bumpy and unsmooth, never gave birth to a son in his life, and is still guilty of his ancestors. In everything, the public can push the virtuous brother Hunan people, and when they take over the dyeing workshop, they will have no grudges. ”

Wen Zhong put down the suicide note and asked, "Are the shopkeepers of the dyeing workshop here?" ”

More than a dozen shopkeepers looked at each other, and then knelt down: "I don't know...... I don't know what the shopkeeper commands? ”

Wen Zhong turned his head, looked at the Hunan people, and went to hold his hand: "Since there are words on his deathbed, we can't make them hold a grudge on the ground." He also asked the Hunan people to take over the dyeing workshop of Brother Ru. ”

The shopkeepers winked at each other again, and exclaimed, "We would like to hear the last words of the great treasurer!" ”

Guoxiang people slowly stood up and said in full view of everyone: "You all work hard. I will do my best to run this dye shop. ”

As soon as the Hunan people went through this incident, they went smoothly and smoothly, and without the slightest obstacle, they took over the dyeing workshop of Chuzi. After witnessing this alternation with his own eyes, Chen Tongpao hurriedly prepared his carriage and horses, and prepared to go to Nanjing to meet with the Nanjing prefect, Ye Yongjia.