Sir, you have to pay more

Due to emotion and reason, Jia Liu, who is a great-grandson, has to do a funeral service for the crumbled old man.

Otherwise, it would be too shameful, and my conscience would be disturbed.

After all, blood is thicker than water.

Otherwise, can he get the old man who has lived in the countryside of Shanxi for hundreds of years to a big villa in the city?
It's impossible!
Ten thousand steps back, why didn't he dig other people's old masters, but why did he want to dig his own?
Isn't this still emotional!

Therefore, Jia Liu felt very sad when he thought of the old man's bastard being crumbled into ashes.

I didn't eat lunch.

During the meeting in the afternoon, I often lost my mind and sighed from time to time, which made the participants confused.

After dinner, Shuan Zhu, who understood the young master's mind best, specifically told the young master that he should invite some monks and Taoist priests to a small water and land ceremony.

Do your best to make the old man feel better.

"It makes sense, it makes sense, but it won't work like this. I am the emperor, the son of the common people, what is it like to take the lead in engaging in feudal superstition!"

In fact, Jia Liu still wants to practice feudal superstition, because he believes in a little bit.

However, the current situation is special, he is in the army and not at home, and if the occasion is not right, the influence will be bad.

The matter was temporarily shelved.

At night, when the old Ah came to chat with Director Yang with two catties of pig head meat, he heard about this and immediately fell in love with him. He came over to greet the emperor before dawn the next day, and then took out the discount that he had thought up at night. middle plan.

It’s just that it’s not enough to do big things, but it’s possible to hold a small-scale ceremony behind closed doors.

The fewer the number of participants, the better, preferably the emperor, Director Yang plus his old man.

Chairman Li didn't notify him.

"That's a good way, OK, then I'll leave this matter to you, old man."

Because he was anxious to listen to the military work report of the First Army Admiral Bao Ning and Chief of Staff Bao Guozhong, Jia Liu had no time to listen to Lao Ah's specific plan, and let him and Shuan Zhu take full responsibility.

There is no work arrangement in the afternoon, so I am preparing to refresh my spirit, because I have sent people to Tongzhou to bring Mr. Shun over.

It's not just for teasing, and he's not a womanizer, but mainly to cultivate feelings and communicate with each other in depth. After all, nobleman Shun's brother Fuqing leads troops in the south of the Yangtze River, and he also has thousands of Eight Banners soldiers under his command.

At that time, it will come in handy to deal with the old cousin.

If you want your brother-in-law to be obedient, of course you have to coax the good sister.

Not long after lying down, there was a knock on the door outside.

It's old.

Said it was done, and asked the emperor to come over and make an appearance.

"You not only make me feel at ease, but also very efficient!"

Jia Liu, who puts filial piety first, got up in a hurry, and said to the old man while getting dressed, "By the way, report how much money you spent back to the finance department."

"Being able to spend money for His Majesty is a blessing I have cultivated in my previous life, and it is a good thing that others can't ask for. How can I reimburse you!"

With this realization, Lao Ah made himself a few kilometers away from Siberia.

"Okay, the ones ahead lead the way."

Jia Liu satisfied and patted Lao Ah, feeling more and more that this Manchurian man was very fond of him.

A fight with Wang Fu is much more pleasing to the eye than Azu's rebellious boy.

"Hi!"

Old A smiled obsequiously and pouted his buttocks to open the way.

The two monarchs and ministers touched Panggezhuang quietly for a while, and then came to a secluded courtyard in the east.

There are guards guarding the outside, and there are three layers of defense measures in the inner and outer layers of the forbidden army nearby, so there is absolutely no problem in terms of safety.

"Your Majesty, please come inside!"

Lao Ah pushed open the gate of the small courtyard, and a large tomb filled with mourning sticks suddenly appeared in front of Jia Liu.

On the edge of the grave, Shuan Zhu was folding paper money.

It's a symbolic discount, because I bought too many, which is a carriage.

"No, isn't my old man turned into ashes?"

Jia Liuqi is a big freak, Jia Han is an old man, let alone his limbs and arms, even his ashes are all gone, what's the matter with these two idiots setting up a grave for him?

"Your Majesty, this is the Clothes Tomb!"

Lao Ah emphasized that the content is not important, as long as the form is in place.

Jia Liuyi was right in thinking, left and right were also fooling ghosts, there is no need to be so serious.

"Your Majesty, please raise your hand."

Lao Ah thoughtfully stepped forward and replaced the prepared white hat, hemp rope and straw sandals for the emperor, and handed the two mourning sticks to the emperor.

These are professional props bought from the shroud shop in Panggezhuang, not the simple equipment made by the emperor himself.

After dressing up, the pattern of a filial son in front of the grave immediately appeared.

Jia Liu was quite satisfied with this outfit, it was the style and feeling he wanted.

After all, it is a branded product, but it is different.

"What about down there?"

Jia Liuren was at the mercy of Lao Ah.

This is also very particular.

Those whose ancestors have died, regardless of whether they are ordinary people or emperors, have to obey the funeral arrangement of the master.

Obviously, Lao Ah is the host of the funeral.

Of course, it is not a new mourning, but an old mourning.

But all the same.

The old man arranged the process: "As soon as the minister knocks on the wooden fish, His Majesty will circle around the grave and cry while walking around. It is best to call for the return of the soul of Duke Han Fu in his heart."

Jia Liu listened carefully, and was very satisfied with the details of the process, but, why is Lao Ah both civil and military?

Surprised, Lao Ah had already put a cassock on his body, and at the same time held a wooden fish in his hand. He knocked "beep beep beep beep", and let out a Zen sound like that of an eminent monk.

Jia Liu was taken aback for a while, and at the same time, he felt that the cassock on Lao Ah's body was quite familiar, as if he had worn it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"The shoes are broken, the hat is broken, the cassock is broken, there is no Amitabha in the south, there is no Amitabha in the south."

Needless to say, Lao Ah is really professional. When he sang "The Lotus Sutra of the Loving Father of Vajra", he felt it very well.

Hearing that, Jia Liu's heart melted on the spot.

I would rather put the old Aguan in jail for a lifetime than let him go to Siberia to suffer that crime.

"Master, don't be dazed, let's start."

Shuan Zhu carried the folded paper money to the old man's tomb, knelt down with a "plop", thought it was wrong, got himself a white hat, and then knelt down again and began to send money to the old man.

As the son of the Jia family, Shuan Zhu is qualified to wear a white hat.

"Huh? Oh, good!"

Jia Liu hurried into the role, carrying two mourning sticks around the grave of the old man.

Turning and crying, at the same time calling the old man to come back early as the old man said.

After turning around a few times, I felt dizzy, so I squatted on the ground together with Shuan Zhu to remit money to the old man.

Converging and converging, heartbroken cries came from my ears.

"I didn't speak tears, and cried my mother, my heartless wife. In the past, I came to see you with good news, but today I want to complain about my grievances."

It's old!

I was really crying, and that crying sound was absolutely heart-piercing, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, the meteor could not be restrained, it would not hurt a dead heart that was frozen.
specialized!

An authentic Henan clapper flavor.

Hearing this, Jia Liuda was very moved. It's been a long time to see people's hearts, and to know loyal ministers with sternness.

"Master, you have to cry too."

Shuan Zhu reminded the young master to be pious and feel guilty towards the old man, because the young master is really sorry for the old man, and also for the old man and the others.

cry!

The old man has become a filial grandson, how can Jia Liu, a true filial grandson, remain indifferent.

I just don't know why to cry, and I really can't squeeze tears.

Just pumping dryly like that, wiping his eyes with his sleeve from time to time.

Called smoke to choke.

After crying for a while, the old lady yelled to accept it, and quickly changed her role to act as an advisor: "Okay, filial sons and grandchildren, mourning, the old man knows, and his spirit in heaven will bless his children and grandchildren with good fortune and longevity."

Jia Liu hurriedly silenced, kowtowed the old man a few times and then slowly got up.

As soon as he stood up, the paper money in the basin suddenly flew into the sky, floating around the courtyard like a tornado.

Jia Liu was startled, and subconsciously sang: "This is the final battle, unite until tomorrow, and Intel Rashonnar must achieve it!"

In an instant, the paper money fell to the ground one after another, and the small courtyard returned to tranquility.

The scientific explanation is that just now Shuanzhu carried several large bundles of paper money and burned them together, but the fire was too strong and the paper money went up to the sky.

After He Shisan bowed, Jia Liu was greatly satisfied and comforted.

After walking out of the small courtyard, I felt refreshed and energetic.

Lao Li came with a telegram, but he couldn't find the emperor after searching for a long time in Zhuangzi, and then he found it after looking at the paper money here.

Seeing that Lao Li was very anxious, Jia Liu hurriedly asked what happened.

In the end, he was told that he was old and rich, but he wanted to hang his father and his brother upstairs above the city gate.

"If you don't do it this way, it's over. It took me a long time to work hard."

Sure enough, money can turn ghosts around, so the old man came to satisfy his great-grandson's wish after receiving the remittance.

Jia Liu was overjoyed, he didn't expect the president to pour a basin of cold water over him.

It was said that this matter was persuaded by Qianlong again.

"Master Wozhini, Qianlong is determined to be right with me, isn't he! When I break the capital, I want this old guy to look good, etc."

Jia Liu suddenly became excited, showing a dignified expression, "No, there seems to be something wrong with Lao Chen, why do I think he wants to hug my thigh?"