After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

A great scholar of his generation, Gong Liangliao, died in his sleep.

He was sixty-six years old.

But until the old man's funeral was set up, Qin Yao's family of eight still had the illusion that the man was still alive, but his body was already in the coffin.

sad?

I can't feel sad at all.

I'm so busy that I'm exhausted.

Awang urgently took the money to find a broker, bought the best ready-made coffin, and went to the outskirts of the city to look for a cemetery.

Liu Ji was busy changing his teacher's birthday clothes, writing elegiac couplets, carving inscriptions, and recording his life.

Qin Yao went to Wang Jin's home and asked the old lady about all matters concerning the funeral, and recorded them carefully for reference.

Yin Le and Liu Fei cleared out all the white cloth in the cloth shop and hurriedly made mourning clothes with their four children.

Because the whole family felt that Gong Liangliao had so many students and so many admirers in his life, and after the funeral, there would definitely be many people coming to pay their respects.

So this funeral must be held in a grand manner.

Sufficient preparations must be made for food, banquets, funeral clothes, incense, candles, and paper money.

However, after the mourning hall was set up, not a single student came to visit.

However, the neighbors, even though they were shocked to learn that Liu Ji was actually a disciple of the great Confucian Gong Liangliao, all came forward to help actively.

They only knew that this family was showing filial piety to their teacher by sending him to his final resting place, and they didn't care about any coup in the court.

Mr. Ding came with his whole family to pay his respects. When he saw Liu Ji, who was wearing mourning clothes and kneeling in front of the coffin, holding the stele and carving the seal, he patted his shoulder sympathetically and said, "Please accept my condolences."

The assassination on the field and the death of Prince Feng outside the city had already made the people of the capital understand the intentions of the emperor and empress.

At this time, only an insignificant eighth-rank official like him would dare to take the risk to come and pay his respects.

Liu Ji was concentrating on carving the stele. Without even looking up, he said, "Master Ding, please go and have the feast. The food is delicious. I'll come over after I finish my work here."

Mr. Ding: "Okay."

"Oh, by the way." Liu Ji suddenly looked up and told him, "Don't leave after dinner. There will be a troupe coming to perform in the evening."

Mr. Ding had the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone, "You even hired a troupe?"

Is this how funerals are conducted?

How can this make people sad?

With a head full of questions, the only guests who came to pay their respects, Mr. Ding and his family, other than the neighbors, started a day of eating, drinking and having fun at Gong Liangliao's funeral.

In the middle of the night, the singers were tired of singing, and the noisy courtyard finally quieted down a little.

With a thunderclap, Lu Xiaofeng came into the mourning hall from nowhere and knelt down on the mat beside her elder brother: "Brother, I'm late!"

Liu Ji turned back in surprise, "Brother Feng, why are you here?"

Without waiting for Lu Xiaofeng to answer, he stuffed the stone tablet in his hand into his arms and said, "Help me hold it for a while!"

Before he finished speaking, he hurried to the outhouse in the backyard.

But he was suffocated to death!
Lu Xiaofeng, who was still in the hall, was stunned. There’s no need to be so rude, right?

The guests had all left, and they had agreed to take turns keeping watch, so everyone at home went back to their rooms to rest.

In the mourning hall hung with white banners, a huge golden nanmu coffin was placed in the middle. The coffin lid had not been closed yet, and Gong Liangliao, dressed in a dark red funeral suit, was lying peacefully inside.

Lu Xiaofeng leaned forward slightly and was able to see a little corner of the clothes.

Right in front of the coffin, there were white paper flowers surrounding it, a pair of boys and girls in colorful clothes, and several mountains of gold and silver.

In such a situation, the dim light and the imperceptible cold wind could make Lu Xiaofeng break out in a cold sweat. But the stone tablet in his arms was so heavy that he couldn't get up, so he had to kneel in front of the mourning hall and pray silently - Mr. Gongliang, you and I have no hatred or grudges in our lives, please don't bother me!

Suddenly, a dark shadow descended from above.

Lu Xiaofeng opened her eyes wide and slowly turned around, and saw a woman in white with disheveled hair standing behind her, looking at her suspiciously with her head bent.

The pair of distinct black and white eyes came closer, scaring him so much that he let out a scream, "Ah!"

Qin Yao: "."

After waiting for the handsome young man in front of him to stop screaming, Qin Yao crossed her arms and asked:
"Who are you? Why are you in my house? Where is Liu Ji?"

Lu Xiaofeng blinks her big eyes and speaks human language!
"My elder brother has gone to the toilet, so I'll take his place temporarily. I'm Lu Xiaofeng, his younger brother. Wait, are you his sister-in-law?" Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up and she asked excitedly.

Qin Yao looked at this foolish young man with clear eyes and nodded, "As expected of Brother Liu Ji, Lu Xiaofeng, right? I know you."

Qin Yao reached out her hand, held his hand and shook it up and down, "Nice to meet you."

Lu Xiaofeng was completely flattered, and his sister-in-law shook his hand!

Qin Yao picked up the candlestick in front of the coffin and replaced the lotus lanterns that were almost burned out around the coffin.

While busy, he asked Lu Xiaofeng: "It's curfew, how did you get in?"

Lu Xiaofeng chuckled and said embarrassedly: "Well, I got in through the dog hole."

Afraid that Qin Yao couldn't imagine it, Lu Xiaofeng emphasized, "It's the wall on the east side of your Kuanzhengfang archway. There is a wheelbarrow under the wall. Move the wheelbarrow away, and there will be a dog hole underneath. Climb in and you can directly enter Kuanzhengfang!"

He is awesome~
There was no dog hole in the capital that he didn't know!

Qin Yao was speechless.

When all the lotus lanterns were replaced, Liu Ji finally came back.

"Madam, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Liu Ji asked in surprise.

Qin Yao put down the candlestick in her hand and replied, "I can't sleep. The funeral will be held tomorrow morning. I'll stay with the old man for a while longer."

Liu Ji saw how hard Qin Yao had worked these past few days, and fearing that she was too tired, he advised:

"Brother Feng and I are here. It's okay. Go and have a rest, ma'am. I'll call you in the morning."

Qin Yao waved her hand, found a cushion, and knelt in front of the mourning hall with the two of them. She took out the paper money, rolled it out one by one, and put it in the basin to burn.

Lu Xiaofeng was very excited, "I want to come too!"

The three of them kept a tacit understanding, and no one mentioned whether anyone would come to the funeral tomorrow.

Because the probability is that there is none.

Lu Xiaofeng had originally planned to spend the last night with her brother and then leave.

But now he decided to disguise himself as a servant of his elder brother and sister-in-law and attend the funeral of Gong Liangliao together.

It's getting daylight.

The magicians invited by Qin Yao came from the guest house and began the final coffin sealing ceremony.

Liu Ji, who had always been a good person, suddenly realized that he would never see his teacher again when the coffin lid was about to close, and he burst into tears.

Seeing his elder brother crying, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help crying too. The two of them threw themselves on the coffin and prevented it from being closed.

The masters tried to persuade and pull him, and the scene was so heartbreaking that anyone who heard about it would cry.

The four brothers and sisters of Dalang, who were originally fine, also started to cry.

In the end, the whole yard was filled with crying sounds. Passersby knew someone had died as soon as they heard the cries. They stopped and looked, feeling that this family was a very pure and filial family.

The crying continued until the coffin was sealed and carried out. (End of this chapter)