Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 77 Burial

   Zhao Hanzhang was dressed in filial attire. She arranged the placket for Zhao Erlang, handed the tablet to him, and asked in a low voice, "Today, it's up to you to throw the pot and beat the banner, do you remember what Cheng Bo taught you?"

   As long as he is not told to read and read, and it is easy to understand, Zhao Erlang will remember it after listening to it a few times, and he has practiced it many times before, so he nodded confidently.

   Zhao Hanzhang smiled at him with relief, and whispered: "I'll be by your side, don't be afraid!"

   Zhao Erlang nodded fiercely, becoming more confident.

   When the time came, a firecracker rang in front, and the relatives who presided over the funeral shouted up to the sky, "Rise-spirit-"

   Zhao Hanzhang pushed Zhao Erlang, Zhao Erlang went up to the front of the brazier and fell, and there was a sudden cry inside and outside the mourning hall.

   After he finished his etiquette, he got up and took over the tablet again, and the coffin was lifted up.

  The people who carried the coffin were all from the Zhao clan. They were young and strong people found by Zhao Song from the clan.

   Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan walked with the coffin, the suona sounded, and the mourning team slowly came out.

   When he got outside, the eminent monk he invited was ready, and he immediately recited the scriptures around the coffin. When he walked out of the manor, the coffin was placed firmly on the car.

   This place is a little far from the ancestral tomb, so we have to pull it by car. Wang and others all got in the car, and the immediate juniors like Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Erlang walked in front.

  Fu Tinghan also walked beside Zhao Hanzhang in a filial attire, and the uncle who presided over the sacrificial ceremony suddenly shouted, "The soul returns—"

   He was startled and looked up at each other.

   The other party grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the sky, shouting loudly with tears in his eyes: "Soul return—come here—"

   "Soul - come back -"

  Fu Tinghan felt a sense of regret after hearing this, and his eyes were slightly sour.

   The funeral procession was already crying, and followed these two calls.

   This is a soul-inducing, in order to extradite the soul of the dead back, so as not to get lost.

   When Ji Yuan arrived with several trilogy, the funeral procession had already arrived at the cemetery. Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Erlang knelt on the ground and waited for the coffin to be put into the tomb.

  There was a fast horse approaching, and Zhao Song, who was immediately alerted by the righteousness sacrifice speech, looked up and saw Ji Yuan, he couldn't help but be startled, "Why is Mr. Ji here?"

  Ji Yuan swept over the coffin with tears in his eyes, and saluted Zhao Song: "Ji has served the lord for many years, and he is really reluctant to give up, so he wanted to send the lord a ride, but fortunately he caught up."

   Zhao Hao was anxious, "Sir, who is next to my eighth brother?"

  Ji Yuan said: "The second master is smart and majestic, and the lord's former staff are still there."

   "That can't be compared with Mr.," Zhao Song was secretly anxious, why didn't Zhao Zhongyu keep Ji Yuan?

   He knew it. This Mr. Ji has been with his eldest brother for more than ten years, and his talent is not low. He knows most of Zhao's affairs and is the eldest brother's confidant.

How could Zhao Zhongyu let someone like    go?

  Unfortunately, the funeral is at a critical time, so it is not easy to interrupt, so he can only continue first.

   When Zhao Hanzhang saw Ji Yuan, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly to him.

   Ji Yuan's eyes met her, and he nodded at her.

   After reciting the sacrificial words, the coffin was carried into the tomb, and the buried objects were placed on the side of the coffin.

   Zhao Changyu's tomb was being prepared two years ago. It was a good place for Zhao Song to choose. The tomb that the craftsmen dug was based on the rules of the princes.

There are three tombs inside, and Zhao Song also prepared a lot of funerary items, all of which Zhao Changyu liked in the past, as well as the memorials of articles written by Zhao Changyu before. When Zhao Changyu's health was not good, he was preparing.

  The things were put in one by one. Seventh Uncle Zhao Hu sighed and felt that it was still simple. "It's a pity that all your belongings have been lost on the road. Otherwise, you can put more. It's too wrong for the eldest brother."

   He looked left and right, and saw Uncle Cheng who was kneeling silently crying, and his heart moved, "You can't be too wronged eldest brother, or bury a few caring servants to serve eldest brother, right?"

   Zhao Hanzhang wiped his tears with his hands, and raised his eyes with few tears to look at him.

   Zhao Hao was a little angry and gave him a sideways look, "Hugh is going to make a fool of yourself in front of the eldest brother's grave, so don't go out soon."

   Zhao Hu stared, "I'm serious, Fifth Brother, don't you think these funeral objects are too shabby? I think Uncle Cheng is pretty good. He grew up beside the eldest brother since he was a child, and has always served the eldest brother..."

   Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but cursed in his heart. He lowered his eyes and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. With a "wow", he burst into tears. Zhao Hu's words were interrupted and he couldn't catch up for a while.

   Zhao Hanzhang burst into tears, "Seventh Uncle, don't rob Cheng Bo from me. Cheng Bo was specially reserved for me and my brother by my grandfather, and my brother and I still pointed him to take care of him."

   The pale-faced Uncle Cheng also reacted. He lay on the ground crying bitterly, and kowtowed: "Sanniang, let the slave go with the master, and the slave is willing to serve the master."

   "I don't want it!" Zhao Hanzhang cried in the sky, tears streaming down his face, "I have lost my grandfather, and I can no longer have uncle Cheng."

  Fu Tinghan saw that her tears were like rain, she could not help reaching out to take a drop, she was amazed, how did she cry when she cried?

   Even with **** juice on the veil, it wouldn’t be so good, would it?

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him and saw that he was distracted. He was very happy. He couldn't hold back, and the snot bubbles came out. Fu Tinghan's eyes flashed with a smile, and he tried hard to hold back the laughter. He went into his arms for comfort, and said to the Zhao clan: "The burial of living people has long been abolished, and Grandfather Zhao is kind, and he left Uncle Cheng to Sanniang and Erlang. If he is buried, I am afraid that it will go against Grandfather Zhao's wishes. ."

   Zhao Song's face got better, and he nodded slightly, "You're right."

   Zhao's relatives also agreed.

   "Then you don't need to be an uncle, you can choose other servants," Zhao Hu said, "If you are not willing to give your own people to the big brother, then I will give a few."

  Other relatives were hesitant when they heard it. If Zhao Hu came out on his own, they really wouldn't have anything to stop them.

   Zhao Hanzhang, who was leaning against Fu Tinghan's arms, gritted his teeth, but when he raised his head, he regained his expression, looking weak, "Seventh Uncle, our Zhao family doesn't have the custom of living burial, right?"

   "I didn't have it before, but I can have it now," Zhao Hu said with bright eyes: "People are not worth much now, just a few bucks can buy several people's caring and beautiful, and take them underground to serve, how good?"

   Zhao Hanzhang: "Seven uncles are not afraid that they will die unjustly, resentment in their hearts, and go underground to revenge you?"

Zhao Hanzhang lowered his voice when he said this, and looked gloomy. Zhao Hu was really startled, and after reacting, he became furious, "They dare! I am the master, they are slaves, even if they go underground You have to listen to me!"

Zhao Hanzhang put his hands together, half raised his head and said lovingly: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and the Buddha said that all living beings are equal. People cannot be equal when they are alive, but when they go to hell, they are all souls. When it comes to merits and sins in life, who cares? More noble than whom?"

   Her eyes fell on Zhao Hu's face, and she said seriously: "Seventh Uncle, you must accumulate virtue."

   Zhao Hu was a little stunned, "You scold me?"

   Zhao Hanzhang denied it seriously, "No!"

See you tonight

   (end of this chapter)