Chapter 1250

"Father, there are children guarding the mourning hall. Go down and have a rest first."

Liu Heng whispered to Liu Yu, looking tired and the blue color under his eyes became deeper and deeper.

The house leak happened to rain at night, and the boat was late. Liu seemed to have made a mistake this year, and he was unhappy everywhere.

First, the Zhang family and Huang song in Hejian sold Hejian County, which led to the confinement of the whole Liu family.

Then Lao Fengjun was angry and died. His father fainted in the mourning hall because of his grief. He was forced to handle the funeral with illness. Liu Heng watched his father grow old for more than ten years in a few days, and his leisure and elegance were replaced by depression and weakness.

Liu Zhen was very ill. When he just coughed, he vomited a bloody sputum.

Liu Heng was frightened by the situation. He was afraid that his father would go with his grandmother because he was too tired. He dissuaded the other party from taking a rest again and again.

However, Liu Chen is a stubborn character. Instead of taking a break, he pays more attention to Lao Feng Jun's funeral and has to intervene in everything.

"No harm -"

"Father, your body is very important. If grandma has a spirit in heaven, she will be distressed to see it."

Liu Heng said all the good things, but he still couldn't say anything.

"... you burn more money for your grandmother..." Liu Zhen just said a few words, but he coughed and his obscure eyes were dim. "In addition, the sesame oil money you donate to the temple is 20% heavier. Be sure to let the master of the temple devote himself to reciting more Scriptures every day."

There are many temples near Hejian County, and most local gentry believe in Buddhism.

When Lao Fengjun died, he naturally invited the most famous local masters to chant scriptures and do things for the dead for forty-nine days!

After a lot of hard work, Liu's condition became more serious, and he was tortured to the bone in just a few days.

Seeing this, Liu Heng's eyes burst out a wet mist.

He didn't expect that his father's feelings for his grandmother were so deep and devoted to the things behind her.

This man is dead, and the dead is great.

Liu Heng, as a younger generation, can no longer resent the excessive things his grandmother did during her lifetime. Everything has disappeared.

He said, "my son understands that he will remember to donate 20% more sesame oil."

According to the current climate, the time of the suspension varies, depending on the economic situation of each family, such as 17, 37, 57 or 77. Ordinary people can go to the funeral and be buried after seven days, while the little rich people spend a longer time, while those with status and face can stop for 49 days. Lao Fengjun's position in Liu's family is not low, and the number of days of mourning naturally follows 77——

When the funeral was over, the funeral was buried, the scenery was buried, and the coffin was put into the tombs of Liu's biological father.

The long forty-nine days not only tortured the body of Lao Feng Jun, but also tortured the dutiful sons and grandchildren.

Liu Zhen worked harder when he was ill. Just after the first seven days of Lao Feng Jun, he fell ill. The matters of the mourning hall can only be handled by Liu Heng.

Hearing the news, Huang song was surprised and said, "Liu Ying is also ill? Is it true or false?"

The wake is a hard work. The seasons change alternately. Liu's family fell ill one after another. There are not enough doctors in the house, so they can only be hired from outside the house. Huang song took advantage of this opportunity to insert several lines of eyeliner.

The doctor didn't dare to hide anything. He quickly raised his hand and reported to Huang song, "it's absolutely true that his body is seriously worn out, both inside and outside are empty, and he is too worried and depressed. If he doesn't take rest treatment, he may not survive the day when the old lady is buried -"

Huang song was so surprised that he opened his eyes and blurted out, "is it so serious?"

The doctor said, "only heavy, not light."

"Liu Shi is too old this year. As soon as the old lady's front foot died, her eldest son's rear foot was dying. Is this going to be a funeral?" Huang song didn't care whether Liu Zhen died or not. He only cared that if Liu Zhen died, he would have to carry a black pot, "go back and treat him well. Don't be stingy with what medicine can be used. Even with strong medicine, you should hang this person's anger and don't let him die."

Huang song doesn't want to read two sacrificial texts in a month. It's too unlucky.

If Liu Yun dies and throws the pot on his head, will he be wronged.

Hearing Huang song's instructions, the doctor didn't dare to take it lightly. Zizi waited on Liu Yun carefully.

A few days later, Huang song received the news from the scouts in front, and Jiang Pengji sent messengers to the funeral.

"Who did Lanting send?"

Cheng Jing replied, "Wei Ci, Wei Zixiao!"

Huang Song said, "Wei CI? I remember he is Youmo's classmate. It seems that Lanting values this person very much."

After all, it is to mourn for the elders on behalf of itself, not confidants who are not qualified.

Cheng Jing said, "Zixiao's ability is like the sun. Although it is not as dazzling as the sun, it has its own brilliance. It is normal for him to be regarded by the Orchid Pavilion public."

After all, they are brothers of the same school. It is the basic operation for businesses to blow each other.

Of course, this is not mindless boasting.

Wei CI has strong administrative ability, but he is low-key and never competitive, which leads to his low sense of existence.

In a flash of time, two days later, Weici arrived in Hejian county all covered with dust.

Shrouded in the shadow of war, Hejian County became more and more depressed and cold. The nearby farmland was deserted and long grass, and there were no farmers for a long time. Although Huang song took Hejian county without using strong troops, many people still hurried and took their families to flee.

After entering the city, there were no people on both sides of the street, the restaurants and tea houses were closed, and the steps were covered with moss and thick ash.

Wei CI is an emissary sent by Jiang Pengji. Huang song will not indulge him. He can come and go freely in his own territory. There is no lack of investigation and temptation.

By all means, Weici responded without leakage.

Because of Jiang Pengji's relationship, Liu was isolated by the Hejian gentry. It was very cold near the old house. You could hear the sound of swallowing and crying. When Lao Feng Jun died this time, many gentry did not come to mourn in order to get rid of their relationship. They closed their doors to thank their guests, such as Shangguan family.

I have never seen such a cold look in the court, even in the most difficult times.

Of course, some people counseled and others didn't. Wei Yuan, Qi Guan's old father-in-law, dared to go to the door to offer condolences.

When Liu Heng, who was staying in the mourning hall, heard the news, Wei CI hurriedly asked his servant to receive Wei CI.

At the same time, Liu Heng also told his father about it.

Liu Zhen was seriously ill and stayed in bed for a few days. Instead, his condition improved and his consciousness woke up.

Hearing that Jiang Pengji sent someone to attend the funeral, he was stunned for a long time and looked very complicated.

Liu Heng was confused.

Since his father was seriously ill, he often showed this expression that he couldn't figure out.

"It's rare for her to have this idea... Heng'er, treat the messenger well, don't be cold."

Liu Heng said, "well."