Brother Rong of Red Mansion

Chapter 97 Xue Pan

"Back to uncle, my nephew made the arrangements on his own initiative. Is there anything wrong?" After Jia Rong finished speaking, Jia Kun stopped crying, suddenly stood up from the straw mat, and greeted him respectfully.

Jia Rong looked over and saw that Jia Kun's face was haggard, his eyes were red and swollen like light bulbs from crying, and his voice was slightly hoarse. It was obvious that he was "crying sincerely" and had put in a lot of effort.

Jia Rong nodded and patted Jia Kun on the shoulder, "It's okay, the arrangements are very good. Pay attention to rest and don't make your voice hoarse from crying."

"Nephew, I understand." Jia Kun nodded, knowing that the night's hard work was in vain, and knowing that he had correctly guessed Jia Rong's thoughts, he quickly bowed respectfully.

Jia Rong waved his hand and asked him to go back.

The filial sons and grandsons who were sitting on the straw mat stood up from the straw mat and greeted Jia Rong respectfully. Seeing that instead of being angry, Jia Rong comforted Jia Kun warmly and patted his shoulder very affectionately, she became more and more in awe of Jia Kun.

When Jia Rong saw this scene, she felt emotional but didn't say much.

No matter what time, people always need to stick together. After Jia Rong received the child yesterday, news spread that "Jia Kun", "Jia Geng" and "Jia Xing" were chosen and would be taken to the capital for training. The three people looked at each other with a hint of intimacy. He gradually became separated from other children.

Therefore, Jia Kun was old and thought deeply about the city. He consulted Ge Ying and others, and then made his own decision and arranged the seats.

Arrange a group of children, big and small, into three hierarchical rows and divide them into three, six or nine grades.

There is no doubt that this is the prototype of a small group.

Jia Rong saw it, but didn't say anything. She just nodded secretly and muttered in her heart, "There are no factions in the party, and there are all kinds of strange things. Mr. Zhongfu's words are really classic. Even children can stick together. These children, enter In the Jingcheng Free School, I guess they will hug them even tighter. The children in Jingcheng are divided into two distinct factions. Ha, will the Jinling faction and the Jingcheng faction be in the future? Interesting, interesting!"

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Yesterday evening, Jia Rong met with the clan elders of the twelve branches, drew up a list, and sent people to deliver the "seedling posts".

After informing Jia Rong that Fuling went south and Jia Qiang's death, all the family friends and officials in Jinling City were invited to come to express their condolences.

Today for the hanging ceremony, Jia Rong put on light mourning clothes, sat on the straw mat under the wall in the northwest corner, cried for a while in front of Jia Qiang's coffin, and then ordered Ge Ying to open the middle door to welcome guests to pay their respects.

The first to come were the tribesmen from the Jia family branch.

They had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and there was a long queue. When the main entrance of the old house of Ningguo Mansion opened, they gave a memorial ceremony and went into Yongchang Pavilion to burn paper and offer sacrifices to the mourning spirit. Jia Rong and a group of filial sons and grandsons cried with them.

The female relatives also entered behind the embroidered screen and comforted "Cai Wei" and "Plum Blossom" softly.

Today, Caiwei changed into a set of "heavy mourning clothes", wearing linen and mourning, and she was beautifully dressed. He sat on the screen straw mat to the west of Jia Qiang's coffin, playing the role of "the widow's chief priest".

Although Mei Xiang is a slave, according to the etiquette, she should wear heavy mourning clothes and wear sackcloth for Jia Qiang. But Jia Rong specifically ordered her to be subordinate to him. She changed into light mourning clothes and became a "female family member accompanying the sacrifice".

Although it is simple, Jia Rong has prepared all the necessary funeral procedures for Jia Qiang. Anyone who sees it will say that Jia Rong and Jia Qiang are "brothers in harmony" and "blood and flesh".

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Jia Rong is very busy.

Although I was crying with him in Yongchang Pavilion, I still had to receive the guests who came to pay homage. Especially those "high-status" men had to accompany her to the second floor, burn paper in Jia Zhen's coffin, and cry with her for a while.

After most of the Jinling Twelve Fang clan members had made sacrifices, it was almost time, and the powerful men in Jinling City came to pay their respects.

The four major families of "Jia Shi Wang Xue" occupy half of Jinling City. Today, people came to pay homage at the door. Everyone was wearing "plain clothes and gold belt" hanging clothes. They lined up in a long line outside the old house of Ningguo Mansion. There were small sedans with white curtains and carriages covered with red flowers, in Ningrong Old Street. It's coming in huge numbers and in a steady stream. The people living near Ningrong Old Street were all filled with emotion and admiration.

"Ningrong Street hasn't been this lively for many years."

"Yes, only when the lord in the capital dies and his descendants carry him south, our Ningrong Street will be lively and lively for a long time."

"Sigh, I don't want to die!"

Not only the four major families of King Jia Shi and Xue, the Ningrong Jia family has been prosperous and prosperous in Jinling City for hundreds of years. There are more than a few families of dignitaries who have contacts with them. Basically, all the officials and families with names in Jinling City are here.

Even current officials who have no relationship will go to the Yamen and hang up for a while after hearing the news.

If you really can't come, you have to send a servant to apologize for the master's family and send a "sacrifice silver".

Even the merchants in Jinling City also learned the news and personally prepared "silver sacrifices". Entering the old house of Ningguo Mansion, he burned paper and cried, thinking about clinging to officials and powerful people and making a "good relationship".

Behind Yongchang Pavilion in Shijiyuan, there is another attic called "Dongshan Pavilion".

At this moment, in the hall of Dongshan Pavilion, Jia Rong was wearing light mourning clothes, sitting upright, and was receiving several important figures from "Jia Shi Wang Xue".

One of them wears a black gauze hat, a white silk robe, a leather belt at the waist, and soap boots on the feet. It is a set of "regular sacrificial hanging clothes" with "plain clothes and gold belts".

He was sitting on the red sandalwood Fuqing Ruyi pattern chair with a carefree attitude, shaking his head and sighing:

"The autumn evil has been causing trouble recently, and it's really serious. First, my brother Zhen, who was far away in Shenjing City, died, and then my aunt in Yangzhou City died of illness. Now, even Brother Qiang has encountered water bandits and died from a stray arrow. . It seems that I have to go to the temple to pay homage to the gods and add some fragrant oil to ward off evil spirits for myself and my family."

This dandy who sits in an inelegant posture and shakes his head is none other than the "No. 1 Overlord of Jinling" and the only male heir of the Xue family - "The Overlord of Dumb" Xue Pan, whose nickname is Wen Qi.

Some people also call him "Xue Da Fool" or "Xue Da Nao".

At this time, Jia Rong sat upright. Hearing Xue Pan's words, he couldn't help being shocked and said quickly, "Why, the old aunt in Yangzhou City died of illness!?"

"Why, you don't know yet?" Xue Pan was surprised, and then he suddenly realized, "Yes. My aunt died of illness on the 12th of last month, and you were still on the road, so naturally you didn't receive the letter."

Speaking of this, Xue Pan shook his head and sighed, "My little aunt has not been in good health in the past few years. She is always sick and coughing. Uncle Lin has been consulted by many doctors, but he has not gotten better. He passed away on the 12th of last month. Yes, we have just returned from Yangzhou City to pay homage."

"Ah, this is really -" Jia Rong suddenly burst into tears, stood up from the Huanghuali Grand Master's chair, faced the direction of the hall door, and suddenly fell to his knees. He couldn't help crying loudly, his face full of sadness.

"Old aunt, oh oh oh oh, Ronger is unfilial and I didn't get to see you for the last time..."

Xue Pan and others were full of surprise. They lamented Jia Rong's filial piety, but were also surprised that he had such a big reaction. But he also came up to comfort him.

Jia Rong cried for a while, and when she saw Xue Pan and others were surprised, she raised her lapel and wiped the corner of her tears, explaining, "You don't know, I lost my mother when I was young. At that time, my old aunt was not married yet. When I was a girl in Xifu, she was gentle and kind, so she often came to take care of me. So in my heart, Jia Lianhua, my old aunt is like my biological mother. This time when Fuling went south, she also thought about burying the master and Brother Qiang before going to Yangzhou City Visit here.

"I never thought that the bad news would come. It really made my heart wrenching and painful..."

(End of this chapter)