Traveling through the Three Kingdoms: She brings unlimited supplies to build infrastructure

Chapter 134 Reincarnation
A funeral that lasted for several days was finally coming to an end.

It was dark at night, Gongsun Yan was dressed in plain white linen clothes, kneeling in the road paved with loess, his forehead touching the ground.

In front of her was Gongsun Cheng who was also kneeling.

Only she and Gongsun Cheng were left in Gongsun Zan's lineage, so the number of people was really small.

Even if Zhao Yun came to replace the vigil at night, she could rest.

But for three consecutive days, she had to kneel in front of the hall during the day to thank the guests who came to express their condolences to her mother-in-law.

From dawn to night.

Weep day and night, pay homage day and night.

Over the past few days, Gongsun Yan had lost a lot of weight and looked even more miserable than when he was on the way to escape.

She lay prone in the yellow mud road, her nose filled with the smoke of burning paper money and the smell of earth on the ground.

"Young Master, be good and don't move." Tian Kai squatted beside the road and coaxed Gongsun Cheng softly, telling him to lie down and don't move.

"A Cheng, don't move." Gongsun's face was pressed against the ground, not daring to raise his head, and he coaxed him softly, "It will be fine soon."

"Yes." Gongsun Yan heard Gongsun Cheng respond with a cry.

"Raise the coffin!"

Sangzai sang in a loud voice, his voice a little hoarse at the end.

The boy servants holding white flags standing on the left and right immediately threw the white paper money into the air.

They are flying like snow.

Dozens of men selected from the army, wearing linen belts on their heads and tied with linen on their arms, strode forward.

Separated from left to right, thick wooden poles were placed on the shoulders, lifting the coffins with black backgrounds and paintings.

Step by step, stepping on the white paper money scattered on the ground, the coffins were carried out of the cemetery one after another.

Gongsun Yan pressed his forehead against the ground, feeling the roughness of the gravel on his skin. He opened his eyes and looked at a grain of sand on the ground in a daze.

She just felt like she was covered in paper money floating all over the sky.

He took a suffocating breath, as if he could smell the scorching air that seemed to burn out people's lungs during the Yijing fire that day.

With rustling footsteps, the coffin bearers passed on both sides of her kneeling body, and the large and heavy coffin in the middle would pass over her.

The sky suddenly darkened, and she suddenly thought of Gongsun Zan in her mind.

This was not the first time she thought of Gongsun Zan. When she was in the deserted village, she had nightmares almost every night, and she could see his disbelieving look in his eyes.

But it was different now. When Gongsun Zan's coffin passed by her, some memory fragments that she had deliberately ignored emerged uncontrollably.

Behind Gongsun Zan's coffin is his direct wife Hou.

Then came the eldest son Gongsun Xu
Gongsun Jin, the eldest daughter

……

Gongsun Yan felt her head flicker with light and darkness, and coffins with the smell of new paint passed over her head one by one.

Some pictures kept flashing through her mind, and for a moment she couldn't tell where she was.

When all the coffins passed by, Gongsun Cheng, who was shaking all over, was picked up by Tian Kai with one hand.

Ah Qing and Alan helped her up from the ground and walked to the side.

Gongsun Yan felt that his whole body was weak, and if A Qing Alan hadn't held him up, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

She stared blankly at the coffin that passed in front of her and then went away, feeling a little lost in thought for a moment.

"Madam, don't do this."

She heard Ah Qing's cry and looked back, and saw Alan's eyes were red, and Ah Qing looked at her with a pleading face, and big tears overflowed from her eyes.

"Don't be like this, I'm scared." Ah Qing held Gongsun Yan's arm tightly and said.

Gongsun Yan was a little stunned. Only then did she realize that her cheeks were slightly cold, and she didn't know when they were full of tears, but there was no expression on her face.

"Sister." Not knowing what he noticed, Gongsun Cheng ran over, hugged Gongsun Yan's legs tightly, and cried loudly.

Gongsun Cheng and Yi Jing's screams were the same as during the fire, which seemed to wake up Gongsun Yan.She suddenly came to her senses and reached out to hold Gongsun Cheng in her arms.

But her hands were shaking disobediently. Maybe she had been kneeling for too long, she thought to herself.

At this time, Gongsun Cheng was suddenly picked up by a pair of big hands, handed to her, and put into her arms.

Perhaps knowing that her hands were too weak to hold her, the hand held her arm, and the strength and heat seemed to be transmitted through her clothes.

The hands were very big, with thick calluses on the knuckles and palms, which could not be called pretty.

Gongsun Yan hugged Gongsun Cheng and took a small step forward. At this moment, she really wanted to throw herself into this person's arms, not thinking about anything, and just take a breath.

But she finally stopped and did nothing.

With so many people watching, I would be so embarrassed that I would cry if I were pushed away...

She laughed at herself, took a deep breath, and resealed the memories that disturbed her thoughts.

Feeling that his reason and strength were gradually returning, Gongsun Yan gently pressed his face against the sobbing Gongsun Cheng in his arms, and wiped the tears on his face on the child's clothes.

Guzhu Beishan
The peaceful mountain forest in the past was now in a state of hustle and bustle.

The craftsmen and sergeants cut down the thorns, trampled the weeds, and forcibly carved a road in the mountains.

Originally, the treasury construction site was closed for a few days. When they heard that the owner's family was about to hold a funeral ceremony, the craftsmen and farmers spontaneously collected their tools and gathered in Beishan to help.

A trail leads directly to the mountainside of Beishan. In order to facilitate the coffin bearers to settle down, small mud nests were dug out of the dirt on the mountain trail.

The wind blows, making rustling sounds in the dense primitive jungle, and the black tree shadows are like waves in the endless night.

The team holding torches meandered like fiery snakes.

Along the way, people kept throwing white paper money.

Everyone lit torches and followed the paper money left by their predecessors.

Huge coffins were lined up one by one, heading up the mountain.

The light from the torch shines on the black and red paint patterns of the coffin, refracting circles of light.

A large open space was created on the mountainside of Beishan. According to the fortune teller's calculations, holes were dug one after another. After the clothes and coffins were dropped, the tomb was built with bricks and stones.

Such a process is obviously illegal, but ordinary funerals do not have so many clothes and coffins, so no one questions this.

It was late at night, and a large number of illuminated braziers were lit in the open space. Such bright firelight drove away the wild beasts in the mountains.

Tian Kai stood at a high place with a saber on his waist. He waved back.

A man with purple scars all over his right face stood up.

Just open.

The firelight jumped on his face, illuminating the already terrifying scars even more hideously.

But his expression didn't change much because of the scar. He looked down at the Wuhuan prisoners who were being escorted like animals.

The Wuhuan people captured in Yangqiuli were all very thin.

After the war, no one would treat them. They were kept in custody and survived on one meal a day.

A ring of fluff has long since grown around the braid of the hair, and the colorful rope originally tied at the end of the hair is so dirty that no color can be seen.

Under the tattered clothes, a dark and bony back was exposed.

These people inevitably struggle, beg, and cry...

There were also people who sang Wuhuan songs in a hoarse voice as if they were resigned to their fate.

They were pulled by their hair and forced to kneel in front of the tomb one by one. The long hunger made them unable to break free from the hands holding their hair.

He looked at these people with an expressionless face and slowly raised his right hand.

A Tang-head sword was unsheathed, and the blade reflected a cold light under the firelight.

The open right hand paused in the air for a moment.

Then, gently wave it down.

(End of this chapter)