Enter the Room

Three cloud panels sounded outside the mourning hall.

This is to tell everyone that the auspicious time is approaching.

But the person who threw the pot in the Song family has not yet been determined.

The people in the mourning hall were whispering, but they didn't dare to point fingers like before.

Song Jiyun stood in the middle of the mourning hall and said sharply, "Where is the coffin bearer?"

Caught off guard, everyone looked at Song Jiyun speechlessly, and could hear needles dropping in the mourning hall.

"Here we come! We come!" Steward Wu wiped his sweat, his voice was particularly loud.

Immediately, eight tall and burly coffin bearers came in with sticks and hemp ropes, and sixteen other people guarded the coffin.

The mourning hall, which was originally not spacious, suddenly became crowded.

Song Daliang was taken aback.

These few people, didn't Song Jiyun bring them back from the farm two days ago and put them there to help him with rough work?

When did the pallbearers he arranged turn into these mud-legged, thick-skinned men?

Song Sanliang and Song Jiu have already understood.

Especially Song Sanliang, he said angrily: "Song Jiyun, you are a girl, aren't you afraid that your father will not be reincarnated after death?"

Song Jiyun sneered a few times, picked up the filial basin and fell to pieces with a "slap", turned around and picked up Song Youliang's portrait.

"My father has no brothers, no nephews, no clansmen, and if my daughter doesn't come out and throw pots and statues, can I count on you?"

She stared wide-eyed, glanced at the people present one by one, and said loudly: "Lift the coffin!"

The coffin bearers shouted in unison, and Song Jiyun knelt down facing the coffin.

Behind her, there was Qian's hissing and lung-piercing cry.

*

The street in front of the Song Mansion was crowded.

The smoke from the firecrackers made people cough.

Yuan Yunzhong stood on the steps of the gate of the Song family, watching the figure in hemp and filial piety holding his father's portrait, and with the support of two nuns, he stepped back nine steps and stopped to bow to the coffin, got up and walked another nine steps, stopped Kowtow to the coffin... step by step, farther and farther away from the Song family.

It's just that the tall figure is as tall and straight as a pine, and his gestures are clean and neat, with a free and easy style that is rarely seen in men, and he is the first to be seen in the crowd.

Throwing a pot by herself is really something that only such a woman can do.

Yuan Yunzhong secretly sighed, turned and entered the gate of the Song family.

Behind him, firecrackers exploded everywhere, and a vast expanse of white coins fell from the sky, covering half of the street.

The funeral procession gradually drifted away amidst the sound of soft music.

The stewards and servants of the Song family ran to and fro, busily dismantling the mourning shed, changing the lanterns, tearing the mourning cloth, trying to arrange the affairs of the family before the sender returned.

Yuan Yunzhong took his six sons and slowly returned to Yinyu Hall.

The sun has risen, and the sun is still hot.

The six sons asked Guanshi Wu for some more ice, and Yuan Yunzhong sat on the drunkard's chair to read the biography.

Shao Qing came in through the window, saluted him respectfully, and said, "My lord, the chariots and horses are ready."

Yuan Yunzhong put down the biography in his hand, and said: "You stay and serve, and the rest will go to Nanchang Mansion according to the previous plan."

Shao Qing was stunned.

Yuan Yunzhong thought of Song Jiyun's loud "lifting the coffin" in the mourning hall, he couldn't help laughing and said: "I still have a reward of 100,000 taels, so I won't be leaving for now."

The young master still cares about one hundred thousand taels of silver?

Shao Qing was in a daze, but it didn't affect his dedication to duty.

He respectfully agreed, and left quietly.

Looking at the thick green shade outside the window, Yuan Yunzhong smiled, and his eyes fell on the new biography again.

*

When the mourners came back from Mount Zhu, it was already sunset.

Song Jiyun held the god's soul banner, Song Jiyu held the portrait, Song Jixue supported the coffin, stepped over the brazier, and went to Qian's house to place a memorial tablet shrine.

Neighbors left and right separated when they returned to the city, and relatives and friends set up a few tables in the waterside pavilion and the open hall.

None of the clan elders came, and Song Daliang, who was supposed to entertain relatives and friends, disappeared. Song Sanliang, Zeng Shi and others simply didn't go to the funeral.

There was no man in charge at home, so Song Jiyun toasted every table.

Many of them asked her tactfully if her family was really planning to recruit a son-in-law.

Song Jiyun said: "The decision can only be made after the mother gives birth."

Everyone thought about it.

Five or six out of ten of this meal did not eat well.

On the other hand, Mrs. Qian, who was sleepy and tired, came back from the grave without eating anything, cried hard in front of Song Youliang's portrait, washed his face with cold water, then remembered the mourning hall, and asked Mother Zheng: " I remember when I was in the mourning hall, it seemed that Mr. Yuan helped me up."

Madam Zheng brought a bowl of anti-fetal medicine for Qian to drink first, and then brought in a bowl of dragon beard noodles kneaded with eggs, and said, "It's Mr. Yuan."

Qian said happily: "This child is really good!"

Mother Zheng also felt that he was fine today, and whispered: "I didn't talk nonsense, and I didn't get involved with the eldest master or the third master. When the young lady taught those people, she didn't criticize them, thinking that the young lady is not good. A nice guy."

Mrs. Qian nodded thoughtfully, and asked Madam Zheng: "Who is serving the child? What did you eat for lunch today? Where is he seated at the banquet tonight?"

Madam Zheng was so busy that her feet didn't touch the floor, she really didn't pay attention. So I called Xiangzan to ask.

Soon Xiangzan came back and returned to Qian's one by one.

Mrs. Qian heard that Yuan Yunzhong didn't have a seat at night, but ate a bowl of plain noodles in Yinyutang, and hurriedly told Madam Zheng: "Go and tell the kitchen that Mr. Yuan is not from our family, so you don't need to guard our house." Rules. I usually cook some chicken soup and meat soup for him, and don’t need to be a vegetarian.”

Madam Zheng smiled and agreed.

Qian stood alone in front of Song Youliang's portrait for a long time.

It wasn't until Song Jiyun settled the outside affairs and came to see her that she took Song Jiyun's hand and sat down at the table, touched her daughter's face distressedly, and said "I'm sorry for you" with tears.

Song Jiyun felt that the most difficult part was over.

She got up and squeezed her mother's shoulders, and said, "I'm the one to do things outside, you, the most urgent thing is to take good care of your health and add a brother or sister to us."

Qian knew that things were not that simple.

Today, if Mr. Yuan put in a sentence or two, it would be impossible to be in the current situation.

She and Song Jiyun talked about the mourning hall, and said with emotion: "We have to thank Mr. Yuan. Although he is not born, he has a good character. It is fate that we know each other. If he has any difficulties, you You must help him as much as you can. Don't let him fall into that dirty place again."

Song Jiyun has already done what he should do, and originally arranged for Yuan Yunzhong to leave.

She responded repeatedly, and said: "Don't worry, I said that my side will observe three years of filial piety. He has to go back and discuss with the elders at home how to deal with the marriage. Make sure he leaves safely."

Qian Shi said: "Don't short him in terms of money. Our family is not short of this money."

Song Jiyun really wanted to tell her that Yuan Yunzhong's appearance fee was one hundred thousand taels of silver.

No matter how rich their family is, they are still short of this money.

However, there was no need to tell her mother about some truths, as it would only worry her mother.

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