Judge of the Lamp

The next day, Qiancheng Kingdom held the funeral of the god Hong Juncheng.

According to Hong Juncheng's will, the funeral should be kept simple.

Simplified to what extent?
Hong Zhenji only called the Queen, Hong Huayun, Hong Huaheng and others to send Hong Juncheng to the imperial mausoleum.

All etiquette can be avoided if it can be avoided, and it cannot be avoided. For example, the prescribed procedures such as weeping, crying, crying and dancing stipulated in "Funeral Rituals" are all completed by the Hong family.

The civil and military officials left immediately after a little condolence.

All states and counties across the country have posted a notice, even if the funeral is over.

Do the ministers have any opinions?

Have!
Dare to mention it?
dare not.

In Qiancheng Kingdom, no one dared to question the decision of the gods.

Knowing that Shenjun passed away, the artisans of Shenlin City were terrified.

Some rushed out of the city.

Some rushed to the market to buy food.

On the second day, the people in the city consciously put on mourning clothes and went to the street, but they saw that all the officials, big and small, were wearing official robes, and no one was wearing mourning clothes.

What's the situation?
Why do these officials want to rebel?

The people didn't dare to ask more questions, they just walked with their heads down.

When they arrived at the market, they found that the market was open, but they didn't dare to go in, and they didn't even have the courage to take a second look.

"Why is this market still open?"

"Who knows, it's hard to say what's going on here."

"Would you like to go in and have a look?"

"Why are you crazy, hurry up, didn't you see there is a Jinxiu pen official over there?"

No one knew why the bazaar opened, not even the police from the Anshi Yamen knew the inside story.

They only knew that this was an order from Lord Anshi, and he specifically told them not to wear mourning clothes.

Liu Wanzhong, a nine-rank Jinxiu pen official, cried all night, and at dawn, he stood up from the god's spiritual throne.

Knowing the death of the god, Liu Wanzhong fainted immediately. After waking up, he couldn't sleep or eat, and wept bitterly.

His wife was whipped a few times for not crying wholeheartedly.

His old lady was too old to cry, and a tooth was knocked out by him, and the old lady cried heartbroken in front of the spirit.

Wiping away his tears, Liu Wanzhong left the house with red and swollen eyes and walked to the street.

Although I am deeply saddened, I must not forget the duties of the staff of Jinxiu, especially during the funeral.

During the funeral, it is a great opportunity for the staff of Jinxiu to be promoted. This opportunity may be once in a lifetime, and it should not be missed no matter what.

Liu Wanzhong endured the grief in his heart and walked down the street. He saw that everyone was wearing mourning clothes, with gloomy and dignified expressions.

After walking back and forth on the street for two hours, Liu Wanzhong got nothing.

This street is his territory, and most people on the street know him, so it's probably not good to be so obvious.

Liu Wanzhong was about to hide behind a willow tree on the corner of the street, but he saw a beggar lying behind the willow tree, taking a nap under the tree.

This beggar is not wearing mourning clothes.

Liu Wanzhong was overjoyed, rushed forward, and kicked the beggar: "You rascal, get up for me."

The beggar rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up and said, "What are you doing?"

Liu Wanzhong shouted angrily: "The emperor passed away, and the whole country is in mourning. What is your intention in not wearing mourning clothes? It is clear that you are disrespectful to the emperor, the etiquette, and the law. Follow me to the yamen!"

Liu Wanzhong stepped forward and grabbed the beggar's arm, and the beggar pulled back, causing Liu Wanzhong to stagger.

This beggar is so strong!
Liu Wanzhong was just astonished, but he saw the beggar raised his arm and slapped Liu Wanzhong's left cheek loudly!

Snapped!
Liu Wanzhong's cheeks were hot, as if a layer of flesh had been torn off.

"You, you, you dare to hit me?" Although Liu Wanzhong is only a ninth-rank official, he always remembers that he is an official, which is fundamentally different from a rascal.

Today, he was actually beaten up by a rascal, a beggar, and a rascal among rascals.

Just as he was stunned, the beggar swung his right hand and slapped Liu Wanzhong again on the left cheek.

Snapped!
Liu Wanzhong felt a tinnitus.

The beggar shouted: "I'm sleeping under the tree, what's in your way? Why are you kicking me?"

Liu Wanzhong was in a trance, and murmured: "I, I mean, today is the funeral of the god, why don't you wear mourning clothes?"

Snapped!
The beggar slapped Liu Wanzhong again on the left cheek.

"Who told you to wear mourning clothes? Are you so blind? Are you so illiterate? The notice says that the god is dead, what are you talking about mourning?"

"The funeral of the gods, the whole country wears mourning, this is the etiquette system..."

Snapped!
Another slap in the face, and also on the left side of the cheek.

"What the hell are you talking about etiquette?"

Snapped!
"What the hell are you?"

Snapped!
"The imperial court didn't even say to wear mourning clothes, what the hell are you talking about?"

Liu Wanzhong stared at the stars and staggered on the spot, as if he was drunk, unable to wake up for a long time.

After recovering from this breath, Liu Wanzhong burst into tears: "Hit me, hit me, he hit me..."

A person next to him passed by wearing an official robe. Judging by the color and style of the robe, he seemed to be an official of the eighth rank.

Liu Wanzhong stepped forward and knelt down in front of the official, saying: "My lord, that just beat me up, and he beat me..."

"Who hit you?" The official looked at Liu Wanzhong.

Liu Wanzhong pointed to the beggar, but found that the beggar was gone: "He beat me, he was a beggar, he beat the imperial court official in the street..."

The official frowned and said, "What is Huazi? Where is it?"

"He was still here just now." Liu Wanzhong looked around, but couldn't find the beggar.

The official shouted, "Why did he beat you?"

Liu Wanzhong said: "Shen Jun's funeral, he doesn't wear mourning clothes, I want to take him to the yamen..."

The official stepped forward and slapped Liu Wanzhong on the left side of the face: "Who the hell made you wear mourning clothes?"

Liu Wanzhong covered his face, got up from the ground, kept the original posture, knelt on the ground and said: "The god is dead, this is an ancient ceremony of our Qiancheng Kingdom..."

The official slapped him again, and slapped him on the left side of the face: "What the hell are you talking about with me here? The new king is about to ascend the throne. It's such a happy day, why are you here to add bad luck?"

Liu Wanzhong covered his left face and kept crying, but he didn't dare to cry out.

The officials shouted at the crowd: "Take off your mourning clothes, show me your smiling faces, and live a good life with the new king."

After finishing speaking, the official lowered his head, looked at Liu Wanzhong and said, "Stand for me on the street, and if you see anyone still wearing mourning clothes, ask them to change them immediately. I will come back to this street later. If I see someone A man in mourning will take you to the Yamen of the Criminal Ministry for interrogation!"

The official left, and those who watched the excitement left quickly, and went home to take off their mourning clothes.

Liu Wanzhong knelt on the ground, not knowing the origin of that man just now.

He said he was from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, true or false?

Seeing that the man had just turned the corner, Liu Wanzhong quietly followed him, wanting to see where he was going.

He lay down on the side of the street and took a look, and suddenly saw the official standing in front of him.

"I asked you to guard on the street, you won't listen, right?"

Snapped!Another slap in the face, and a slap on the left cheek.

"My lord, I want to..."

"I told you not to listen!"

Snapped!
Every slap hit Liu Wanzhong's left face, which was red and swollen with bruises. The two sides of the face were extremely asymmetrical, and the left cheek seemed to have two eggs in it.

"Let's poke all the mourning clothes, all of them." Liu Wanzhong stood obediently, weeping in the wind, crying more sadly than last night.

……

The beggars and officials were all pretended by Xu Zhiqiong.

There are some problems with Qiancheng people, and it will not be corrected for a while, which is expected by Xu Zhiqiong.

These deep-rooted habits are branded in their bones, and Xu Zhiqiong has to find a way to help them get rid of them.

Xu Zhiqiong came to the market. Although the market was open today, the market was empty. Xu Zhiqiong walked in, but still attracted a lot of attention.

"The man went to the market."

"He's not in mourning yet."

"This man is looking for death."

"See clearly, they are wearing official robes!"

Qiancheng people like to watch the excitement, but this temperament is somewhat useful.

Xu Zhiqiong walked to the door of the wine shop and looked at the prices.

There are three kinds of quality of wine, low-grade wine is [-] Wen a catty, middle-grade wine is [-] Wen a catty, and high-grade wine is [-] Wen a catty.

The so-called high-quality wine means higher purity, which has nothing to do with the so-called famous wine.

This price, even in Daxuan, is not cheap. Looking at the income of Qianchengren, unless the farmers make their own wine, drinking is definitely an unimaginable luxury.

Xu Zhiqiong took out a sling of money and patted it on the desk.

A government official from Anshi stepped forward and said, "You, buy wine?"

In the funeral of a god, drinking alcohol is a felony. Who would dare to buy alcohol on this day?
Xu Zhiqiong laughed and said, "If you don't want to buy wine, what do you do with me? Do you look handsome?"

After finishing speaking, Xu Zhiqiong slapped a sling of money on the table: "Take ten catties for wine tasting."

The yacha was stunned for a long time, and Xu Zhiqiong became annoyed: "Why are you deaf? I'll let you drink!"

Seeing that Xu Zhiqiong was wearing an official robe and speaking fiercely, the Yacha hurriedly collected the money and went to buy wine.

Ten catties of wine, two big jars, Xu Zhiqiong hugged in his arms, snorted and said, "It's hard to hold."

He left the wine at the door of the wine shop, turned around and bought ten bowls from the shop next door.

"Fathers and elders, the new king is enthroned. It's a wonderful time. Today, I will also give the new king a lot of money. Please have a good bowl of wine!"

Everyone was horrified, thinking that this person was crazy!

At the funeral of the god, he drank openly.

The new king ascended the throne, what prize does he dare to give?
Who is he?

Even if you are an official, you can't be so rampant.

Everyone was wandering in front of the market, but no one dared to come in.

Yang Wu pretended to be a strong man, dressed in rags, entered the market, and said to Xu Zhiqiong, "You bought this wine?"

Here is another lunatic, he is a coolie, dare to drink other people's wine?
When did you ever see an official invite people to drink?
"I invite!" Xu Zhiqiong lifted the jar and poured a big bowl for Yang Wu.

Yang Wu picked up the wine bowl and said, "Then I'll drink it?"

"Drink, I'm not poisoned!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Wu picked up the wine bowl, gulped it down, wiped his mouth, turned and left.

Did he just leave?

Drank the master's wine and left like this?

Is this eating the bear heart and leopard gall?
Brother Xing pretended to be a little beggar, walked into the market, and shouted, "I'll drink a bowl too."

Xu Zhiqiong blinked and said, "Would you like a bowl?"

"Why? Don't you give it? Does talking count?"

This bastard is here to make trouble!Xu Zhiqiong asked him to flirt, but he ran over to ask for a drink.

You can't say no to it.

But can this little guy drink?
Xu Zhiqiong poured half a bowl for Brother Xing, and Brother Xing picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

He didn't leave, and fell asleep at Xu Zhiqiong's feet.

Yu Chilan dressed up as a burly man, stepped forward and said, "I want a bowl of wine too!"

"Good talk!"

Xu Zhiqiong filled a bowl for the elder sister.

An old man came up and said, "I'll drink a bowl too."

Fourth master is also here.

full!

Everyone, you have a bowl, and I have a bowl, and drink happily.

Really drink!

Really!

The people watching at the entrance of the market stared straight at the bowls of good wine.

A few craftsmen in ragged clothes came forward: "Dang, do you really give it?"

"Here! One bowl per person!" Xu Zhiqiong poured them one by one.

These people are not babysitters, these people are decent people.

Someone took the lead, and more and more people came into the market.

An old man drank a bowl of wine. He had never had such a good wine in his life.

Putting down the wine bowl, he wanted to kneel down to thank Xu Zhiqiong.

Xu Zhiqiong pulled him back: "You have to drink wine standing up, and you have to stand up to talk!"

A young man drank a bowl, mouth smacking, still savoring it.

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" The man nodded repeatedly.

"One more bowl!" Xu Zhiqiong poured another bowl.

Wu Si said from the side: "Why should he drink an extra bowl?"

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said, "I've eaten steamed buns from his family."

Steamed bun?

The man held the wine bowl and looked at Xu Zhiqiong, trembling for a long time.

"You, you are that, well, hero..."

"Drink, it's all spilled!"

Xu Zhiqiong poured it bowl by bowl, and in a blink of an eye, the two jars of wine were drained.

"Shopkeeper!" Xu Zhiqiong greeted the clerk, "Bring another ten catties of wine!"

The Yacha was frightened and stupid: "My lord, you, please don't make trouble like this."

"Tell your mother to be idle, I'm here to buy wine, who the hell is making trouble? Call quickly!"

The market gradually filled with people.

Maybe he drank too much, someone laughed.

When one person laughs, a group of people laughs with them.

Qian Chengren laughed.

She has a nice smile!

PS: Dear readers, have a drink with Salad.