I just don't do it.

Old General Fang died, and Xiao Marquis Fang went crazy, and just before the graves of his ancestors, there were a series of abnormal actions.

Cloth, not covered, not contained, flag, not covered, face, not covered.

Let him be, the sky should be the quilt, the earth should be the bed, lie there with his back facing the sky, let the wind and dust blow down, let the sky be exposed.

Just say the same.

People are particular about living, and they are also particular about when they die, laying grain grass under them, putting paper on them, bathing and changing clothes, tidying up their appearance, burning incense and offering candles, and shading and umbrellas......

Here, none.

It's just not exquisite, nothing.

I am not afraid that the dead man will see the light and burn his soul to pieces.

Yes, the soul of the old general Fang is the soul of the hero, the old general was born to be an upright person, how can he live and die and not see the light?

The soul is not afraid, but who is it?

Once he is in the ground and turns into dry bones, what do you do with him and toss him?

When the time comes, the soil will return to the soil, the dust will return to the dust, and it is useless to not tidy up those empty floats, which is also what General Fang meant.

It's just a few words, just to say to Fang Er, it's early in the morning, and I've explained the future-

Even after death, bury it as soon as possible.

The simplest thing is not to do it, and I must thank Rob for this matter.

If there is no Rob, the coffin is not needed.

Fang Yin had a different father, and his father died, leaving a different Fang Yin: "Get out!"

Fang Yin, don't let anyone interfere.

And, don't let anyone get close.

Only for a while.

Sit.

Sit and wait, wait for the coffin.

Sad, needless to say. There were hundreds of thousands of people at the time. There is not a single one who does not cry.

Basically. It's all soldiers.

Fang Yin didn't cry.

All on their knees.

Fang Yin did not kneel.

Why are you crying? Why are you kneeling?

Has anyone really thought about it?

It is inevitable to be angry, there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers at that time, and there was not a single one who was not angry!

That is, you!

How can he treat his father like this!

It's no use being angry.

Regeneration gas is also useless. The current Fang Yin is possessed by his own father, and he is only three points stronger than the old general Fang on the sickbed a while ago!

Just one sentence, this is our family's business.

Also, his father and mother are dead, his ancestors are dead, and now he is the eldest and alone.

Not convinced, no.

And so on.

It's just a coffin, and it's hard to do. In the second half of the morning, a group of people came.

Hundreds of people. Carrying a tree.

People are people, normal people, this tree is not ordinary, this tree is the thickest, largest, tallest, strongest and oldest pine tree in the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs.

Known as: the treasure of Zhenling, the immortal god pine!

It is said that this pine tree has lived for three thousand years, and it is said that it will live for another six thousand years.

At this point, he died young.

People are people, trees are trees, and there is only one person who is abnormal, and this person is the big brother who takes the lead.

The big brother who took the lead, with an axe in his hand.

The eldest brother who took the lead strode over, dressed in white, white socks and black pants, tied with hemp rope around his waist, and came fiercely: "Boom!"

The tree fell to the ground, and the person stood on the tree: "Shoucai, come also!"

As I said, Lao Yuanji will personally place these two coffins, and he will make them by himself: "Grab them!"

At this time, the people were already kneeling, and when they saw him coming, they said, "Greet the Holy One, knock on the Holy One, long live the Holy One, long live, long live, long live......

It is sparse and sparse, and there is very little sound.

Well said, it's all useless and useless, Lao Yuanji raised his arms and shouted: "Go!"

"Go!"

"All gone!"

"Wear linen! Dai Xiao!"

It refers to the city, refers to all, refers to the capital and the world, all the people of Longjing: "The whole country - funeral!"

Awesome!

Don't do it?

It's good to say, if you don't do it, I'll do it!

It's the old man who is talking about the madness of youth, the old general is dead, the old emperor is also crazy, and he is completely crazy!

In other words, this is wearing linen and wearing filial piety, which is what filial sons and grandsons do.

In spite of!

It's not about you, I prefer to wear it!

And it just wants everyone to wear it, all men, women, old and young!

Wayward!

Everyone, I see.

The old emperor, too, also came in linen and filial piety: "Boom!"

It's a, the most modest of funerals.

Again, the most solemn funeral.

Everyone, together, scattered: "Long live - lord - wise - ah ――――――――――――――――――――"

If you are not wise enough, you should add the word "Shenwu": "Hahahahaha!"

Yuanji laughed, jumped down, and walked over: "Son, my son!

Who is your son?

Fang Yin ignored it.

The kid has always been rude, and Yuan Ji didn't mind, he just looked at the man, and sighed again: "Hey!"

Then, he patted Fang Yin on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, I am wearing linen and filial piety, and I can be regarded as his filial son, and in the future, our brothers and sons will be treated as brothers-"

said, patted his chest: "Don't worry, what's going on in the future, big brother covers you!"

Sure enough, it's the big brother who takes the lead!

Fang Yin ignored it.

Lao Yuanji couldn't get out of this matter, and after Fang Yin was ready to bury his father and Rob, he was the first to bury him alive.

Yuan Ji glanced at him: "Someone-"

He ignored Yuanji, Yuanji ignored him, and then there were axes, planers, saw blades, chisels, scrapers, ink fountains, and curved rulers.

Copy guys!

Start!

When Emperor Yuanji was young, when he was the Seventh Prince, he had a hobby.

That is, carpentry.

Why, Motoyoshi loves talent so much?

Because Yuanji himself is a talented person.

Yuanji's carpentry work is as beautiful as the words that Yuanji later practiced, and now he is returning to his old business, "Ahh

Pull the big saw. Pull the big saw. Master Yuanji is at the head. The three-flower father-in-law was at the end: "Ahh

After only a moment, the three-flowered father-in-law was panting and sweating profusely: "Wan, long live, master, slave, slave, real." It's ......."

Lao Yuanji, there are two in seventy this year: "Yuan Hou!"

Yuan Houshang: "Ahh

After Yuan Hou.

Yuan Hou, Yuan De, Yuan Zhi, Yuan Jian, Yuan Yong, Yuan Pei, Yuan Hong, Yuan Rang: "Ahh

Ten people, one against nine, non-stop, two hours, who said that Yuanji is old?

When you are old, you should be strong!

In this regard, there are nine fathers and sons, and the three flowers are the foil, and no one is allowed to interfere: "Ding, Dangdang, Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong, Bang-Bang!"

All of a sudden. Cooking with gas.

This tree is very big. To make two coffins is to be rich, to make ten, to make a hundred coffins is enough!

Civil and military officials, they will understand.

So, serving tea and pouring water, Zhang Luo waited, spared no effort, scrambling, and yes, busy but not chaotic, good order, never talk more, say more-

"Shengshang-" That's also since, after Zhong Xiang's admonition: "Smack!"

At that time, Yuan Ji was holding a curved ruler, but fortunately it was not an axe: "Ahh

With good intentions, persuasion is useless, and if you say more, it will be a death: "Ding Ding Ding, Dang Dang, Ping Pong, Ping Pong, Ping Pong, Bang Bang, Bang

But there are many carpenters who are idle.

It's also everyone, with a look of admiration!

"Xunzi Confucianism" has a cloud: "Set rules, Chen Rope and ink, use it, and the gentleman is not as good as the worker." ”

The coffin made by Yuanji, no glue, no nails, full mortise and tenon connection, excellent workmanship, seamless, real kung fu everywhere, can only be said to be, authentic!

Of course, it's even more exquisite!

It should be said that it is the best carpenter in the emperor, the best master in the carpenter, the grandmaster!

Let's fight.

Town.

It's more lively in town.

As I said, someone is about to be unlucky.

The old emperor gave an order, and the first unlucky one was the shroud shop.

There are also 100 shroud shops in the city, just one, the name of the store: longevity shroud shop.

The boss is called: Zhang Bainian.

"Buy cloth!"

At that time, all of a sudden, 1,800 people poured into the store: "Shouyi! Shoubu!"

It's all soldiers, big-headed soldiers: "Quick!"

......

It's an opportunity to make a fortune.

As a senior funeral professional, Zhang Bainian had long expected this moment: "Boom!"

It's just that I didn't expect it to be so soon: "Wow-"

In the blink of an eye, people go to the store empty!

How fast is it, how fast is the four walls, how fast is it, when the banner outside the door: "Give!"

The white flags were all ripped off, and there was only a bamboo pole at the door, and Zhang Bainian only had time to say one word at that time, that is: "money!"

"Boom!" Yes, buy something, give money.

It's back, it's all back, Zhang Bainian is overjoyed: "Wow-"

Running to the back room, the warehouse is gone!

"Money!"

......

......

Zhang Bainian walked to the street, there were not many people on the street, and there was a scene of chaos.

"Bang!!!" At this time, a group of people came, all dressed in white, dressed in linen and filial piety: "Big!"

Zhang Bainian was overjoyed, because the leader Zhang Bainian knew, that is, Cheng Wenqing, the master of Shutianfu: "Huh, Boss Zhang, everyone wears filial piety clothes, why don't you wear them?"

"I!" Zhang Bainian wanted to say goodbye, but seeing that Lord Cheng's expression was serious, and his official authority was very high: "No!"

"No, no, you said you, no, no, no?" Cheng was angry at that time, and shouted: "Go buy! Go buy! You don't, go buy!"

Zhang Bainian, blinking.

The heart said what are you yelling, then I'll buy it, anyway, I don't open a shroud shop: "Dad-Dad-"

At this time, there were 100 more people, who were Zhang Bainian's parents, children, and in-laws, plus various relatives of the third aunt and six mothers-in-law: "100 years - 100 years - third cousin - second uncle - "

At this time, Zhang Bainian was already confused.

"Daddy, Daddy, Cloth!"

"No, how could there be? How could there be no shrouds in our family?"

"Dad, at this time, don't joke anymore!"

"100 years, 100 years!"

"Don't you say it, I'm an old couple, but I've been ...... long ago."

"Unfilial son!"

"How can it?"

"Second uncle, second uncle, are you very familiar with the shopkeeper of the longevity clothing store?"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, go ......"

"Brother Zhang-Brother Zhang-100,000 is in a hurry, don't talk nonsense! This time, you have to pull your brother, my Ma someone's whole family's net worth can be lived, you, you, you can be million, don't tell me......"

No.

Horse shopkeeper, wink.

......

......

One hundred and eighty shops, each shop is average, and then the unlucky one is the cloth village.

"White cloth?"

Grab it.

"White cloth?"

Grab it.

"Just a white cloth?"

Grab them all.

"No white cloth?"

Dye!

Dyeing!

Dyehouse.

Lime field.

Flower.

Just be white.

Shoe store.

Hat shop.

Florist.

Rouge shop.

Paper money.

Fragrant.

Candle.

This afternoon, everyone was busy.

Black, gray, white.

The style of the capital has changed, the heaven and the earth have lost their color, just to comfort the souls of the heroes, everyone calls them the father-

Loyalty!Lie!Thousand!Autumn!(To be continued......)