Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 40 Mourning

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the mansion on the left and right. Someone secretly opened the door and looked out. When they saw the two brothers, Zhao Hanzhang, kneeling at the gate in filial attire, they were all shocked. Have a funeral?

  The two sides were at a stalemate, and a voice came from afar, "I'll pick it up!"

   Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw Fu Tinghan and a group of people coming here on horseback, followed by a few carriages and ox carts slowly.

  Fu Tinghan caught Zhao Hanzhang's gaze, kicked the horse's stomach to speed up, and hurriedly restrained the horse when he reached the gate.

   He jumped off his horse and strode forward. He joined the army and raised his hand to stop it. Didn't he see that there were so many people behind him?

  There are gentlemen and girls, these people are all nobles at first glance, he can afford to offend one or two, so much, he does not have a brain, and naturally knows the current affairs.

  Fu Tinghan walked in front of Zhao Hanzhang in three steps and two steps, looked at her fixedly, took a linen cloth from her hand and tied it around her waist.

   Wang Xuan and Wang Siniang were one step behind.

  Wang Siniang jumped off the horse and ran over with a concerned expression, "Sanniang, are you alright?"

   Zhao Hanzhang glanced at her, lowered his head and held up the sackcloth in his hand, "The third mother of Zhao's family reports to all the relatives and friends who came over. Grandfather Zhao's family passed away last night."

   Wang Siniang's eyes were red, and she reached out and took a sackcloth.

Wang Xuan came up slowly, and said to the army: "Don't mention the achievements of Zhao Gong, it is ordinary people, that is also the dead person, the Zhao family is here, they must be allowed to go out to report their mourning, Your Majesty and the prince should also be there. Let someone inform."

   He said: "If you can't be the master, you might as well ask General Ma now."

   "Ever Zhao's life is pure and simple. How can you be humiliated by the touch of your upper and lower lips? People can't report their mourning when they die. What do you guys want to do?"

  The people who followed Wang Xuan were either on horseback, or in horse-drawn carts or bullock carts, and they also arrived one after another. Seeing that Zhao Hanzhang and his brother were stopped with sackcloth in their hands, they couldn't help but get angry.

   These people are all in their old age, they are young and energetic, they are most dissatisfied with the status quo of their country and they are also the most ambitious, and their hearts are stirred for a while, and they can't help but point to the generals and soldiers and curse.

There was a poor middle-aged man who came over with a jug and a donkey and sat down on the steps, crying and laughing at the door, "The world is getting worse, and there is no morality, insulting the countrymen, losing the country, hahahaha, This is all retribution, Zhao Changyu, Zhao Changyu, you persuaded me to go into office, saying that a good man aims for the society, you are loyal and righteous, but what will happen to you?"

He pointed to the door and cried and scolded: "You ran around for his Sima family and worked hard for his great Jin Dynasty, but you almost died in the hands of the Jin family twice. Come, come, you are still dead, but even your descendants are protected. Don't stop, why bother to come, why bother to come?"

He pointed at the general and scolded, "The corpse of the running dog has no heart. If the great Jin loses Zhao Changyu, if he loses the building, you still have time to put the Zhao family under house arrest, just wait. In time, even your master will not be able to step on the land of Luoyang. ."

   Zhao Hanzhang raised his head when he heard the words, and looked at him with bright eyes. Tears rolled down her eyes. She held back her choked voice and asked Wang Xuan, "Who is he?"

   Wang Xuan, "This is Mr. Zhang Jingyang."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "You invited him here?"

   Wang Xuan smiled bitterly, "How can I have that ability? Mr. Zhang once again rejected the emperor's expedition last month, saying he was ill, let alone me, even my father couldn't see him, and I didn't expect him to come today."

   Zhao Hanzhang understood, she held the linen in her hands and walked forward on her knees, knelt under the steps, kowtowed and offered the linen, "Thank you sir for coming to express condolences to grandfather."

  The soldiers and soldiers who joined the army were scolded and turned blue, but they did not dare to shoot at Zhang Jingyang, nor did they dare to stop Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhang Jingyang silently looked at the white cloth in front of him, tears fell down, he shook his hand and grabbed one in his hand, crying so much that he fell down on the steps, "Changyu, Changyu, where are you going, go home? Where is it, woohoo, woohoo, Dajin woohoo..."

   Zhao Hanzhang bowed deeply to him, then got up, looked back at Zhao Erlang, held back his tears and said, "Erlang, follow me to report the funeral."

   Zhao Erlang hurriedly got up and trotted to keep up. A soldier took a step forward, but Fu Tinghan and Wang Xuan blocked his way and looked at them firmly.

   Joined the army and pulled the soldiers back, "Let them go."

  Grandma, the people above will hide. He stopped them for so long and no one came. If they stop them again, even if they are not scolded to death by these scholars, they will also be punished and hacked to death. In that case, it is better to let them go.

   Zhao Hanzhang took Zhao Erlang down the steps and walked towards the street step by step. Zhao Zhongyu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and it was done.

   Two brothers and sisters, one holding sackcloth and the other leaning on a cane, went out along the street. As long as they were familiar with the Zhao family, they would stop and kneel outside the gate to announce the mourning, and wait for the people inside to come out to pick up the sackcloth strips.

   Fu Tinghan and the others followed slowly behind them, then stopped and watched.

   He watched Zhao Hanzhang kneeling in front of the gate, holding up the sackcloth in his hand, and reported loudly: "Runan Zhao's third mother, brought her younger brother Erlang to report the mourning, grandfather Zhao died last night..."

   For the first time, the people in the room didn't hear it correctly. Tao Wei stopped the pen in his hand and pricked up his ears to listen, "What are the people outside shouting? Why do I sound like a funeral?"

   Soon the housekeeper ran in and said anxiously, "Lord, the Zhao family has come to report the mourning, saying that Zhao Zhongshu went last night."

  Tao Xu stood up abruptly, pointed the pen in his hand and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

   "Zhao Zhongshu, Shang Caibo, it was gone last night!"

  Tao Xu picked up his robe and ran out, "Is it the hand of the East Sea King?"

   This is the question of all the onlookers and those who received the news. Was Zhao Changyu's death the hand of the Donghai King?

  The door opened, Tao Wei hurried out, saw the Zhao Hanzhang sister and brother kneeling in front of the door, tears fell instantly.

   He stepped forward and took the cloth strip from Zhao Hanzhang's hand, choked and said, "I will definitely go to express my condolences."

   Zhao Hanzhang led Zhao Erlang to kowtow, got up and left.

   Zhao Changyu had many acquaintances in Luoyang, not only relatives and friends, but also old and old colleagues. Zhao Hanzhang followed Zhao Changyu to deal with letters and documents during this time, and knew who to turn to to report the funeral.

   Fortunately, although she doesn't know the way, Zhao Erlang knows.

   They reported the mourning. Like Tao Wei, some went out to pick them up in person, some sent housekeepers to pick them up, and some were behind closed doors.

  No matter what kind of situation he encountered, Zhao Hanzhang took Zhao Erlang a kowtow, just as a thank you to the world for Zhao Changyu.

The young people who followed behind couldn't help crying, and Wang Siniang cried even more like a tearful person. When she got to the gate of Wang's house and saw that their house was closed, she was so angry that she would smash the door when she stepped forward. "What the **** is Dad thinking?"

  Wang Xuan hurriedly stopped her, "Father is not at home, the servants in the family will not dare to call the shots."

   See you at 6pm

   (end of this chapter)