"The grass people meet Lord Shangshu."

The deafening sound of worship sounded, and Fang Xiaoru's outstretched hand froze in place, and his face became even more gloomy with the naked eye.

Seeing this, Chen Kan hurriedly called the Fang brothers to step forward and help the villagers up.

The villagers got up and looked at Fang Xiaoru with curious eyes, whispering as they watched.

"Yuansheng!"

Fang Xiaoru's voice came, and Chen Kan hurriedly retreated behind Fang Xiaoru and responded, "What does the teacher command?" ”

Fang Xiaoru opened his mouth, shook his head and said, "Go and cooperate with the adults of the Ministry of Rites, bury your master as soon as possible, let's go back to Beijing, and the old man in this village will not go in." ”

As soon as these words came out, the Fang brothers immediately looked at each other.

Fang Zhongxian leaned into Fang Xiaoru's ear and asked softly, "Father, let's finally go home and stay a little longer?" ”

Fang Xiaoru looked around, looked around, or looked at him with a restrained gaze, shook his head and sighed secretly, and didn't say much.

Seeing that Fang Zhongxian wanted to ask again, Chen Kan gently tugged at his sleeve, pulled him and walked towards the official of the Ministry of Rites next to the hearse.

Fang Zhongxian broke free of Chen Kan's hand and asked in a low voice: "Yuansheng, my mother's coffin has returned to my hometown, why do I think my father is not very happy?" ”

Chen Kan paused, looked at the puzzled look on Fang Zhongxian's face, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "The teacher is naturally happy to return to his hometown, but the current Xishang Village has become Fangjia Village, and it is no longer the teacher's hometown." ”

Fang Zhongxian frowned, a little bit unsure of what Chen Kan meant.

Chen Kan thought for a moment and continued: "Look at the current Fangjia Village, where is there a little bit of a village? ”

Fang Zhongxian looked in the direction of Chen Kan's finger, and what caught his eye was rows of blue brick houses.

Most of the villages in the Ming Dynasty are made of adobe and thatch, and there are three earthen houses in the family, that is, wealthy families.

Like some places in the north, they even dig a cave and live in it.

A village is full of tiled houses with blue bricks and white walls, such a place cannot be said to be absent in Daming, but it will never appear in such a small place as Ninghai.

However, such a village has now appeared in Ninghai.

What this means is actually very clear.

After a while, Fang Zhongxian retracted his gaze, nodded slightly as if he had understood, and then stopped dwelling on the matter.

There are some things, needless to say, everyone has eyes.

Why are the real bigwigs reluctant to return to their hometowns after they have achieved fame?

Because turning a blind eye is already their greatest kindness to their hometown.

Fang Xiaoru is the same.

When the villagers of Fangjia Village knelt down and saluted him and called him Lord Shangshu, this was no longer his hometown.

He is an honest official, but the power of a book cannot be hidden.

The people of Fangjia Village used his reputation to make the county magistrates a little jealous, this is the tradition of a person in the Central Country who has attained the Tao and ascended to heaven.

Fang Xiaoru chose to turn a blind eye and not enter the door, which was to leave room for people in the officialdom.

Otherwise, if the Fang clan violates the national law, will the local government deal with it or not?

Deal with it, how to explain it to Fang Xiaoru?

If you don't deal with it, how can you explain it to the French regulations?

All in all, this is a difficult problem for which no solution can be found for the time being.

Just like Chen Kan, he has never returned to the ancestral land of Fengyang in Huaixi over the years, and it is because of this.

Chen Kan came to the hearse with the Fang brothers, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites were discussing something with a few craftsmen in a whisper, and when they saw Chen Kan coming over with the Fang brothers, Zheng Sheng hurriedly saluted.

"I've seen Master Hou."

"Lord Zheng doesn't have to be polite, I'm just here to ask, can Mrs. Ning Guo's coffin be buried now?"

Hearing this, Zheng Sheng hesitated and said: "Noon is an auspicious time, and Mrs. Ningguo's coffin can be buried, but now there is another problem, Ninghai County is located in a coastal area, and there is no suitable sealing stone for a while, and Lord Fang's side, Xiaguan and others are not sure whether he can be buried with Mrs. Ning Guo after a hundred years." ”

Chen Kan frowned and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Zheng Sheng glanced at the Fang brothers, and then leaned into Chen Kan's ear and whispered: "If Lord Fang wants to be buried with Mrs. Ning Guo, this stone cannot be sealed, otherwise the tomb door will not be opened." ”

"I see!"

Chen Kan's face showed a look of understanding.

To put it simply, this stone and the broken dragon stone in the emperor's mausoleum should be the same reason, that is, it is used to prevent tomb robbers, and it cannot be opened after it is closed.

If Fang Xiaoru wants to be buried with the Zheng family, then the tomb cannot be sealed now, and he must wait until Fang Xiaoru is a hundred years later.

"If Lord Lao Zheng waits for a while, the marquis will go and ask."

Hearing this, Zheng Sheng and several craftsmen-like men were subconsciously relieved.

Chen Kan went to ask, that couldn't be better.

After all, the word death is very taboo in this era.

What's more, they are all outsiders, and their status is much lower than that of Fang Xiaoru, if they ask directly, they will inevitably be accused of disrespecting the official.

Soon, Chen Kan went and returned.

The news brought also made them breathe a sigh of relief again.

Fang Xiaoru is not buried with the Zheng family, whether it is a labor-saving thing for the Ministry of Rites or the Ministry of Industry.

Otherwise, the people of the Ministry of Engineering would have to dig a larger tomb next to Zheng's tomb in advance, and the concierge department would have to survey the specifications of Fang Xiaoru's tomb again.

What's more, everyone has to be transferred from the Beijing Division.

The manpower and material resources required to excavate the joint burial tomb of a Shangshu and a Yipin lady are definitely not comparable to the re-selection of a new site and the excavation of a tomb.

After confirming that there was no problem, the officials of the Ministry of Rites stopped wasting time, looked up at the sky, calculated the auspicious time, and said loudly: "The auspicious time has arrived, bury!" ”

Zheng Sheng began to transfer the officials and craftsmen who distributed the funeral, and Chen Kan and the Fang brothers retreated to the side.

Now that the rituals have been completed, the funeral rites have been put in place.

As long as Lux carried Zheng's coffin off the hearse, sent it to the tomb that had been dug a long time ago, and arranged the sealing stone and plug stone, Zheng's funeral for more than two months was considered to be completed.

"Ready, get up!"

Soon after, a deafening trumpet sounded next to the hearse, and it was the wrestlers moving the coffin.

At the same time, the servants and musicians of Taichang Temple also played mourning music again.

The sound of the trumpet combined with the funeral music, and the mage sent by the Sangha Division also began to recite obscure scriptures.

The ceremonial officials began to give orders to the filial sons, asking them to kneel in front of Zheng's coffin to lead the way.

After such a long time of tossing, everyone has long been exhausted, including Chen Kan.

Now that Zheng's coffin is finally about to enter the tomb, a group of filial sons have both reluctance and sadness in their hearts, as well as confusion and ease.

"The coffin enters the house, the yin official takes the lead, and the filial son kneels ......"

A group of filial sons led by the Fang brothers and Chen Kan were like marionettes, following the guidance of the ceremonial officer, walking a few steps and kneeling, and kneeling after a few steps, and the object of kneeling was different each time.

Kneel the dead, kneel the Yin official, kneel the parade, kneel the chief, kneel the Bodhisattva.

Tossed until the middle of the day, the coffin finally passed through the village and came to the grave of the ancestral tomb of the Fang clan in the back mountain.

In the cemetery of the Zheng family, in addition to the main burial chamber, there are several ear chambers where the funerary goods are placed.

A group of craftsmen began to put all kinds of funerary goods into the ear chamber, and as for the coffin, it was necessary to stay in front of the corridor for a while.

After the funeral goods were moved, it was Zheng's turn to be coffin.

The filial sons were divided into two sides, and the Fang brothers supported Fang Xiaoru with red eyes on the left and right, and quietly watched Zheng's coffin being carried into the corridor.

Chen Kan watched Zheng's coffin enter the Yongdao, and his heart suddenly felt a little empty, and he couldn't tell what mood he was.

Zheng Sheng arranged for the craftsmen to start sealing the soil, and he himself trotted to Fang Xiaoru and explained: "Lord Fang, this plug stone has not found a suitable one for the time being, so he can only arrange for someone to transport it from Beijing. ”

Fang Xiaoru pursed his lips, nodded, and didn't say anything, but his back was a little more rickety.

Chen Kan walked up to Fang Xiaoru and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, are you really not going to meet the clansmen?" ”

Fang Xiaoru shook his head, broke free from the support of the Fang brothers, and slowly walked towards the entrance of the village with his hands behind his back.

Chen Kan glanced at the Fang clan people who were shrinking in front of the tomb and didn't dare to approach, couldn't help but shake his head, and trotted to catch up with Fang Xiaoru.

There are people from the imperial court here in the tomb, and they will definitely build the Zheng family's tomb very big and beautiful, so it doesn't make sense for Chen Kan to continue to stay here.

And Fang Xiaoru, this old man who has been hardened all his life, needs to be comforted and accompanied even more at this moment.

There is no need to say any words of consolation, just follow him and let him know that what he has insisted on in this life is in the eyes of others.

The master and apprentice returned to the funeral convoy one after the other.

"Yuansheng, the old man will sleep for a while, and call me when he is going back."

Fang Xiaoru got into the carriage and left a word, and closed the curtain regardless of whether Chen Kan should respond or not.

Chen Kan also climbed into a carriage and leaned on the wheels of the carriage in a daze.

Zheng's funeral is over, Fang Xiaoru is bound to return to the court, and he has to do what he has to do.

I don't know how far the two brothers of the Zhu family have grown now, where they have been in Changning, and whether Liu Guan has taken the black pot from Li Tong's head over there in Yunnan.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Kan only felt that his head was in chaos, so he simply leaned on the wheel and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Raised and raised, and fell asleep.

Until Xie Zhong woke him up and handed him a letter, he was still sleepy-eyed.

"Master Hou, this is a letter from Liaodong."

Chen Kan rubbed his eyes, took the letter and opened it to read.

Just looking at it, Chen Kan's face became a little solemn.

The letter came from Liaodong, and only one message was delivered on the letter, Xu Su died.

It was the Xu Su that Chen Kan arranged for Chen Qia to replace, he died on the grassland, the cause of death is unknown!