Wei and Jin Cooks

Chapter 39: give obituary notice

  Chapter 39 The Funeral

  Fu Tinghan didn't expect that there are so many twists and turns here, he opened his mouth and lowered his head to answer: "Yes, grandson will go to Wang's house."

  Fu Zheng warned: "Avoid Wang Yan, this person is a person who seeks benefits and avoids harm, and he will definitely not want the brothers and sisters of the Wang family to participate in it."

  Fu Tinghan should go.

   It was not yet dawn, and the bell rang for the lifting of the curfew outside, and Fu Zheng changed into his official robe and went out. .

   Fu Tinghan waited for him to leave, then went back to the house and poured all the cash into a cloth bag.

  Fu An was taken aback for a moment, "Lang Jun, what are you doing?"

   "It takes money to open the way," Fu Tinghan thought for a while, opened the makeup box, and poured all the jade and gold and silver jewelry inside into the bag. "

  Fu An was so frightened that his face turned pale, he hurriedly stopped and said, "Langjun, where do you need this, it's enough to pay a hundred or ten wen for the servants."

  Fu Tinghan glanced at him and didn't compromise. He didn't just go to Wang's house, he went out with a bag of money, "Let's go, go to Wang's house first."

Not to mention him, even the original body is not familiar with the capital. He was only eleven years old when he left the capital, and it has been five years since he left. Many of his former friends are no longer in the capital, and they are not familiar with the ones who are there. After thinking about it, he is now Only the brothers and sisters of the Wang family could ask for help.

  Fu Tinghan took the money bag and went straight to the Wang's house.

   On the other side of the Zhao family, Fu Tinghan left, and Zhao Zhongyu asked someone to open the warehouse and take out the filial attire, linen and white banners that had been prepared earlier.

This was prepared in advance by the Zhao family. Zhao Changyu had been ill for a long time. He was seriously ill more than half a year ago. At that time, Emperor Hui gave him the posthumous title, but perhaps he was worried about the young Zhao Sanniang and Zhao. Jiro, he came over again.

   It was at that time that he got better, and he began to think about kissing Zhao Sanniang.

   It wasn't until he communicated with Fu Zhi that they both had the same meaning to each other, and then he showed his words. As a result, he didn't have time to tell Wang Shi and Zhao Sanniang which house had an accident.

   The linen cloth and white banners were taken out, and the people were panicked and hung up the linen cloth and white banners as quietly as possible.

  Aunt Qing brought people some filial attire, stepped forward to support Zhao Hanzhang, who was still kneeling beside the bed, and whispered: "Sanniang, change to the bad clothes first."

   Zhao Hanzhang retracted his gaze from Zhao Changyu and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who will change the shroud for grandfather?"

   "The prince will bring Dalang over in a while."

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded, then got up on the edge of the bed, and went down with Qing Gu to change into bad clothes.

The genius was slightly bright. The Zhao residence had already been replaced with sackcloth and white flags. Zhao Hanzhang called Zhao Erlang and asked him to take the cut white linen. .

   Zhao Dalang blushed when he saw it, and he hurriedly took the stick in his hand, "My father is changing the shroud for my uncle and grandfather, and I will give it to my father in a while."

   Zhao Hanzhang stepped forward to take the shovel in his hand, and said indifferently: "Give it to Erlang and me, I and Erlang will come to the scorpion."

"This…"

Zhao Hanzhang took the bamboo stick in his hand with a little effort, turned around and handed it to Zhao Erlang, she took the remaining stick by the door herself, "Uncle and your father are still there, uncle and you It's inappropriate to hold."

   Zhao Dalang blushed as he watched her walk away with a taobao stick, he hurriedly chased after two steps, "Third sister, won't you wait for your grandfather and father?"

   Zhao Hanzhang stopped and said, "Then ask Dalang to invite your uncle."

   Zhao Zhongyu became much older overnight, and saw white hair on his temples. When he came out, he saw Zhao Hanzhang holding a cane in his hand, and his brows were slightly wrinkled. He looked at Zhao Dalang, "Where's your father?"

   Zhao Dalang lowered his head and replied, "My father is changing his uncle and grandfather's filial piety."

   Zhao Zhongyu's face softened a little, and he said to Zhao Hanzhang: "Give your uncle the scorpion, and let him wear hemp to your grandfather to keep filial piety. Since he has inherited the title, this is his responsibility."

   Zhao Hanzhang's face became better, and he handed the scorpion to Zhao Dalang, turned around and took the white linen cloth from Zhao Erlang's hand, straightened his back and said, "Uncle, please."

   Zhao Zhongyu didn't move, stared at her and asked, "Sanniang, you have to think clearly, do you want to go in person?"

   He said: "You can let your uncle do this."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "There is no one more suitable than our sister and brother, uncle and grandfather, let's go."

   She didn't know that they were actually afraid, and didn't want to open the door and face the soldiers outside. After all, if the other party was not good, the other party really made a move, and death was only a momentary thing.

The    memorial has been sent out, they can huddle at home and wait for the news, there is a high probability that the East Sea King will withdraw his troops, as if nothing happened.

   But why?

   Her grandfather died, because of the Zhao family, because of the Jin Dynasty, because of the infighting between the East Sea King and the emperor.

   She wanted everyone to know why Zhao Changyu died.

   Zhao Hanzhang walked out with a firm gaze.

   Zhao Zhongyu could only keep up.

  The door of Zhao's house slammed open to both sides. When the soldiers guarding outside heard the movement, they turned their heads with awe, and clenched the swords and guns in their hands.

  The gate opened slowly, and the soldier guarding the gate stared at the gate with eyes like torches, holding the hilt of the knife around his waist, as if he was slashing with a knife.

   Zhao Hanzhang, who was wearing a poor suit, took the lead to cross the threshold, and a small snow-like face lifted up to look directly at the army.

   Joining the army was stunned, and looked at the poor clothes on them in surprise.

  The sharp-eyed who joined the army saw that Zhao Zhongyu, who was one step behind, also had a sackcloth tied around his waist, and his forehead jumped.

   In Zhao's house, there was only one person who could make Zhao Zhongyu also tie a linen for mourning.

Sure enough, after seeing Zhao Hanzhang raise his head to look at him, he knelt down, raised the white hemp in his hand over his head, and said loudly with red eyes: "Zhao's third mother, the younger brother Erlang is reporting the funeral to the King of the East Sea, and the grandfather Zhao's is a taboo. Died last night!"

  Joined the army and swallowed nervously, looking at the white linen cloth handed in front of him and clenching his hands tightly.

   Zhao Erlang also knelt down when his sister knelt down. Seeing that the other party didn't pick up Bai Ma, his sister would kneel all the time, so he couldn't help staring at the other party with wide eyes.

Zhao Zhongyu stood behind the two brothers and said: "The dead are the greatest, my brother worked hard for the Great Jin all his life, even if there was no credit or hard work, now he passed away, leaving only the young sister and brother to join the army. Do you have to stop even the funeral?"

  Jiangjun clenched the handle of the knife in his hand and said, "Your Majesty has an order, and everyone in the Zhao residence must not leave until the matter is clarified."

   Zhao Zhongyu said: "You can't be the master, why don't you invite General Ma to come, I don't believe it, he dares to stop my family to report the funeral, isn't he afraid of the world?"

   Zhao Hanzhang raised the white linen strip in his hand and shouted in a choked voice: "Zhao's third mother, the younger brother Erlang announces the funeral to all relatives and friends. Grandfather Zhao's taboo passed away last night! Please join the army to pick up the linen."

  Jiangjun stared at the sackcloth in her hand without saying a word, his face was solemn, his fists were loose and tight, tight and loose.

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   (end of this chapter)

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