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Zhao Hanzhang was dressed in mourning clothes. She arranged the skirt of Zhao Erlang's clothes, handed the memorial tablet into his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Today it is your turn to throw basins and banners. Have you remembered everything Cheng Bo taught you?"

As long as he is not asked to read and read, Zhao Erlang will remember the easy-to-understand words after listening to them several times. Moreover, he has practiced it many times before, so he nods confidently.

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

Zhao Erlang nodded fiercely, becoming more confident.

When the time was up, there was a bang of firecrackers in front, and the relative who was presiding over the funeral looked up to the sky and shouted, "Get up—spirit—"

Zhao Hanzhang pushed Zhao Erlang, who then picked up the brazier and threw it. There was a burst of crying inside and outside the mourning hall.

After he finished the ceremony, he stood up and took over the tablet again, and the coffin was lifted up.

Those who carried the coffin were all members of the Zhao clan. Zhao Song found young men from the clan and tried his best to choose those who were close to him by blood.

Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan walked with the coffin in their hands, the suona sounded, and the funeral procession slowly came out.

When they arrived outside, the invited monks were already ready. They immediately chanted sutras around the coffin. After leaving the manor, the coffin was placed firmly on the car.

This place is a bit far from the ancestral grave, so we have to use a car to pull it there. Wang and others got on the car, and the direct descendants like Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Erlang walked in front.

Fu Tinghan also walked beside Zhao Hanzhang in filial piety. The uncle in front of him who presided over the ceremony suddenly shouted, "The soul has returned——"

He was startled and looked up at the other person.

The other party grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the sky, and shouted loudly with tears in his eyes: "The soul is back—come on—"

"The soul - is back -"

Fu Tinghan felt sad after hearing this, and his eyes were slightly sore.

The funeral procession was already filled with weeping, and they began to cry bitterly following these two calls.

This is to attract the soul, to bring the soul of the deceased back to prevent it from getting lost.

When Ji Yuan arrived with several troops, the funeral procession had already arrived at the cemetery. Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Erlang were kneeling on the ground waiting for the coffin to be placed in the tomb.

A fast horse came, which immediately alarmed Zhao Song, who was about to give a memorial speech. He looked up and saw Ji Yuan, and he couldn't help being shocked, "Why is Mr. Ji here?"

Ji Yuan glanced at the coffin with tears in his eyes, saluted Zhao Song and said, "Ji has served my lord for many years and is really reluctant to leave, so I wanted to come and see my lord off. Fortunately, I caught up."

Zhao Song was anxious, "Sir, if you are here, who is next to my eighth brother?"

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

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

He knew that Mr. Ji had been with his eldest brother for more than ten years and was very talented. He knew most of Zhao's affairs and was his confidant.

How could Zhao Zhongyu let such a person go?

Unfortunately, the funeral was at a critical moment and could not be interrupted, so he had no choice but to continue.

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

Ji Yuan's eyes met hers and he nodded to her.

After reciting the sacrificial words, the coffin was carried to the tomb, and the burial objects were carefully placed beside the coffin.

Zhao Changyu's cemetery had been prepared two years ago. It was a good place chosen by Zhao Song. The tomb that was dug by the craftsmen was in accordance with the regulations of the princes.

There are three tombs inside, and Zhao Song also prepared a lot of funerary objects, which were all things Zhao Changyu liked in the past, as well as articles and memorials written by Zhao Changyu before. He copied them again and sent the news back to Luoyang a year ago. He was preparing when Zhao Changyu's health failed.

After putting the things in one by one, the seventh uncle Zhao Hu sighed and felt that it was still simple. "It's a pity that all your belongings were lost on the road. Otherwise, you could have put more. It would be too unfair for me to have just such a few funerary objects."

He looked around and saw Uncle Cheng who was kneeling and crying silently at the side, and his heart moved, "You can't be too aggrieved, why don't you bury a few caring servants to serve your brother?"

Zhao Hanzhang stopped wiping his tears and raised his eyes without tears to look at him.

Zhao Song was a little angry and glanced at him, "Stop messing around in front of eldest brother's grave. Get out now."

Zhao Hu glared, "I'm serious, fifth brother, don't you think these funerary objects are too shabby? I think Uncle Cheng is quite good. He grew up beside his eldest brother and has been serving him..."

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

Zhao Hanzhang cried loudly, "Seventh uncle, please don't compete with me for Uncle Cheng. Uncle Cheng was specially left to me and my brother by my grandfather, and my brother and I are still taking care of him."

The pale-faced Uncle Cheng also realized what he was doing. He lay on the ground and cried bitterly. He kowtowed and said, "Sanniang, let me follow Master. I am willing to serve Master."

"I don't want it!" Zhao Hanzhang looked up to the sky and cried loudly, tears streaming down his face. "I have lost my grandfather, and I can no longer live without Uncle Cheng."

Fu Tinghan saw that her tears were like rain, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to catch a drop. He was amazed. How did she manage to cry when she wanted to?

Even if there is ginger juice on the veil, it won't be so effective, right?

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him and saw that he was distracted, and became angry. He couldn't hold it back, and snot bubbles came out of his nose. A smile flashed in Fu Tinghan's eyes, and he tried hard to hold back his laughter. He quickly put the handkerchief on her face and pulled her away. He came into his arms to comfort him and said to the Zhao clan: "Burial of living people has long been abolished. Grandpa Zhao was kind. Uncle Cheng was left to Sanniang and Erlang. If he were buried with him, I'm afraid it would go against Grandpa Zhao's wishes." ."

Zhao Song looked better and nodded slightly, "My uncle is right."

The Zhao family also deeply agrees.

"Then you don't need Uncle Cheng, you can just choose other servants," Zhao Hu said, "If you are not willing to give your own people to your eldest brother, then I will give a few of them."

When the other relatives heard this, they were a little hesitant. If Zhao Hu came out on his own, there would really be nothing they could do to stop him.

Zhao Hanzhang, who was leaning in Fu Tinghan's arms, grinded his teeth. When he raised his head, his expression returned to normal and he looked weak. "Seventh uncle, our Zhao family doesn't have the custom of being buried alive, right?"

"It didn't exist before, but it can exist now," Zhao Hu said with bright eyes: "Nowadays, people are not worth much. With just a few pennies, you can buy several thoughtful and beautiful things, and take them underground to serve them. How nice is that?"

Zhao Hanzhang: "Aren't Seventh Uncles afraid that they will die unjustly, and they will be resentful and take revenge on you underground?"

When Zhao Hanzhang said this, he lowered his voice and looked gloomy. Zhao Hu was really startled. After he reacted, he was furious, "How dare they! I am the master and they are slaves. Even if they go underground, they will You have to listen to me!"

Zhao Hanzhang clasped his hands together, half-raised his head and said with a loving expression: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. People are not equal when they are alive, but in hell, they are all souls. Regardless of merits and demerits during life, who can return the favor? Who should I compare to?"

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

Zhao Hu was a little confused, "You scolded me?"

Zhao Hanzhang denied it seriously, "No!"

See you tonight