I am Changsheng in Daqin

Chapter 14 Conditions
The warm sun in winter is long overdue.

Several of Lao Wangtou's old friends have come to pay their respects.

Feng Liu from the coffin shop also sent over a good birthday board and placed it at the gate.

Feng Liu finished settling the bill with Master Jiang's attendant, and before leaving, he didn't forget to pick up a few more deals:

"Brother, why is Mr. Jiang so kind to mourn the lame old Wang? I also have a few lame friends, all of whom have old coffin flesh that will never be seen tomorrow. How about I kill them?" Hand the list to Mr. Jiang?"

"Feng Laoliu, just go ahead and play with your fucking head!"

The attendant had been guarding the spirit all night, holding back the anger in his stomach, and happened to have nowhere to vent it. He grabbed Feng Liu's beard and slapped him a lot anyway.

This scene happened to be seen by Li Qing who had just opened the door: "Hey, I practiced it early in the morning. Have you had enough fanning? If you have enough fanning, I will report to Master Li about last night's situation."

"Master Li."

The follower kicked Feng Liu away and saluted Li Qing through gritted teeth.

Li Qing came to the coffin, looked it over, and praised: "It is indeed a good coffin!"

The attendant said with a smile: "According to your wishes, since it is a grand burial, of course the best must be used. Master Jiang is never ambiguous when it comes to spending money."

"When will the spirit be awakened?" Li Qing asked.

"The honor guard for the funeral will probably have to wait a while to arrive. Some of them followed to open the grave. There are not enough manpower." The attendant explained.

Li Qing immediately understood the trick of the follower: "It has nothing to do with me how much kickback you take, and I don't bother to ask how much money you embezzle, but there is one thing. If the funeral ceremony today cannot meet my requirements, be careful that Mr. Jiang squeezes you out." Huang Zi is here."

"Master Li, you have misunderstood." The servant hurriedly explained in fright: "It just snowed, and it was freezing cold. There is no one to make money."

Li Qing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore and turned around and entered Lao Wangtou's courtyard.

In the yard, four people were gathering around a table, arranging the offerings for the burial.

In the main room, three men and two women were performing the ceremony before the burial.

Regarding burial with limbs bent, Li Qing did not want to see it the most. Although he lived in this era, he was still unable to understand and accept this custom. The process was too cruel.

Wang Xiao knelt beside those people, wailing and wailing. Soon, his only relative could no longer be seen at all.

Li Qing witnessed life and death, and was grateful that he had the magical power of immortality. Although it was still in its infancy, the future was promising.

Otherwise, it would be horrifying just to think about being mutilated after death.

At this time, Master Jiang's scolding came from outside.

Listening carefully, it seems that the follower did something unsatisfactory and was scolded by Master Jiang.

boom!boom!
Two cannon shots were fired.

After the limbs are bent, the deceased is placed in the coffin.

At this time, all the ceremonial guards were in place, playing instruments, playing music, singing, summoning souls and offering sacrifices to the master of ceremonies.

Wang Xiaotou, wearing a hemp rope tassel and mourning robes, holding a pot in his left hand and a flag in his right hand, lined up behind the honor guard.

The emcee who presided over the funeral shouted loudly: "The old prince is on his way!"

Master Jiang's attendants directed several big men to start lifting the coffin.

With the support of Mr. Jiang, a huge funeral procession began to parade through the streets, attracting countless onlookers.

Master Jiang also prepared two sedan chairs for the ride, one for him and Li Qing.

"Brother Li Qing, let's take Buddha to the west and have a chat on the way." Master Jiang said, waving his hand for Li Qing to get on the sedan.

Li Qingzheng had this intention, and he also wanted to take this opportunity to solve the food crisis at home.

The two of them got on the sedan at the same time and followed the funeral procession.

Mr. Jiang stepped on the bearer in front with his toes: "Hey, lean closer to the left."

The bearer received the order and approached the sedan chair Li Qing was riding in, so that the two of them could talk more easily.

"Brother Li Qing, how was the funeral? Is it grand enough?" Master Jiang showed his sincerity to Li Qing. After speaking, he crossed his legs and sighed: "Old Wangtou's death was worth it."

Li Qing knew what Master Jiang wanted to say, and he just wanted to ask the last two conditions.

Last night, Li Qing was obsessed with the letter left by Qingke for half the night, and he helped Haitang get rid of the cold poison without giving it a second thought.

In fact, he didn't intend to think about it. He just said it casually when he said that he must agree to his three conditions.

Now, at first glance, I really don’t know what conditions to put forward.

Seeing that Li Qing had not spoken for a long time, Master Jiang said implicitly: "It seems that Jiang has underestimated brother Li Qing's vision."

After Master Jiang finished speaking, he sat up straight and shouted loudly: "Stop, take Lao Wangtou's body back, wait for three days, and then mourn again. Please invite all men, women, and children from Xincheng County to come and pay homage."

Master Jiang's voice shocked the whole street and left Li Qing at a loss.

"Master Jiang, what do you mean? I didn't say that the funeral couldn't be held."

Master Jiang looked sideways at Li Qing: "In other words, Jiang has fulfilled the first condition you raised. If that's the case, let's mention the latter two together. I'm impatient, and I'm afraid of constipation."

"Master Jiang is constipated? Unfortunately, I'm waiting to pee." Li Qing joked and turned to Master Jiang.

Mr. Jiang had no idea about the words "waiting to urinate". He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Then stop inking and say it quickly."

Li Qing also crossed his legs and said, "I heard that if you use Master Jiang's mill, you have to pay a [-]% grinding tax for every kilogram of grain?"

Mr. Jiang waved his hand and said cheerfully: "Brother Li Qing, as long as... your family's food is not from me..."

The attendant came over and said, "What are your orders, Master Jiang?"

"Return the bran that was confiscated from Li's house that day to his house." Master Jiang ordered.

"Master Jiang, the bran has been fed to the pigs and is gone long ago."

Although the attendant kept his voice extremely low, Li Qing still heard it.

Master Jiang glared at the follower: "If there is no bran, there is millet. I will give it to Brother Li Qing according to the pound of bran."

Li Qing suddenly said: "Oh, we poor people are accustomed to eating bran and cannot enjoy that kind of refined food.

"Ordinarily, the bran will be enough for our family until next spring, but the millet is different, the millet is Taixuan.

“I guess we won’t be able to reach Laba, and we will have to drink from the northwest wind.

"Master Jiang, if you are really sincere, you should return our original bran."

Master Jiang frowned, gritted his molars and ordered the attendants: "Ask two people to carry three bags of millet and deliver them to Li's house."

Li Qing changed his sitting position, put his hands behind his head, turned his back to the sky, and said slowly:
"Well, in the end, it's better to eat bran. Although it irritates your throat and the taste isn't great, you feel at ease in your stomach after eating it. With three bags of millet, you won't feel at ease even if you don't say whether you're full or not."

'You brat, you're so cruel! ’ Master Jiang squeezed out a sentence: "Ten bags of millet, send it now."

The attendant responded and went to do it.

Li Qing smiled without showing his teeth, clasped his fists at Master Jiang and said, "Master Jiang, you are such a sensible person!"

Mr. Jiang was so angry that he had insufficient blood supply to his brain. He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and then said: "Li Qing, I really didn't expect that your mouth is like a knife. I accept it!"

Li Qing smiled calmly and said: "Master Jiang, look at your reluctance. I didn't say that I would eat your grain for free. We are not discussing terms. Don't worry, I will never take anything from you on the third condition. "

"What?" Mr. Jiang was furious: "Ten bags of millet can't exchange for two conditions? Boy, don't even think about it, what can King Qin eat in these days? Some people will never see ten bags of millet in their lifetime!"

Li Qing looked indifferent: "Stop the sedan, I didn't sleep well last night, I want to go back and catch up on my sleep."

"No, you are Master, Master Li, what are you trying to do? Jiang will take all the orders, isn't that enough?" Master Jiang almost broke his back molar.

(End of this chapter)