Reborn in the last years of Kangxi

Chapter 587

The imperial palace, the Yamen of the House of Internal Affairs.

Brother Sixteen had a smile on his face, and hurriedly ordered people to go down to prepare tea.

Brother Nine raised his chin, looked at Brother Sixteen with a half-smile, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Little Sixteen, don't worry, brother is not asking you for tea. Brother originally wanted to live a clean life for two years. Sixteen and Cao Yong are making my brother feel bad. How do you say this, is it to please Huang Ama? Will the sixteenth brother use his brother as a raft? Or Cao Yong is thinking about the tea garden handed over by his family in the early years, and taking tea leaves Make a fuss?"

The sixteenth elder brother listened, stepped forward to support the ninth elder brother's arm, invited him to the upper seat, and said aggrievedly: "Oh, my good brother, look at my brother's face is turning yellow from exhaustion, brother, don't you?" If you say something about your heartache, you are here to wrong my brother!"

Ninth elder brother heard the words, and before he could say anything else, he heard sixteenth elder brother say blah blah blah: "Ninth elder brother, it's just a bid, just playing with a flower gun. Ninth elder brother's in-laws and disciples are all powerful, so I'm afraid of this To be honest, Ninth Brother, that guy Cao Yong probably has no advantages in other aspects, but you don’t know him when it comes to making money? Daoxiang Village’s business is booming. The business is also booming. The foreign trade to Oros is also a hot business, you should believe that he can come up with a good idea to make everyone make money?"

Brother Nine sat on the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, looked at Brother Sixteen with a half-smile and said, "Don't fool me, not to mention whether you will make money or not, the 5 taels of silver that can participate in the bidding is guaranteed. Will the yamen of the Ministry of Internal Affairs spit it out? Everyone knows that the Northwest military uses money. Cao Yong figured out this method to cheat everyone's security money.

Brother Sixteen waved his hand and said, "Brother Ninth, if it's really just for the guarantee, that's fine, and there's no need for my younger brother to work so hard. The 5 taels of silver is just for fear of someone who will raise the price blindly. After the bidding is over , the money will be refunded. The real participation fee is only 3000 taels of silver per household."

Brother Nine was always looking at Brother Sixteen's expression, and saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so he changed the subject and said, "Anyway, I'm grabbing food from my mouth, and brother, I can't afford to lose face like this. Little Sixteen, what do you say?" , What is the reserve price for this Lao Shizi? If my brother has meat to eat, I will naturally not let my brother eat soup."

The sixteenth elder brother heard the words, and said with a bitter face: "Brother, this reserve price will be set by Huang Ama before the bidding on the first day of February next year. Now, how does my brother know?"

Hearing that Kangxi was carried out, Brother Nine's expression froze, staring at Brother Sixteen, his face was cloudy and unpredictable...

*
Drum Tower Street, Guanghua Temple.

Even though Cao Yong's original intention was to abandon those false excitement and take care of Mr. Zhuang's funeral here, but how many things are going well in this world?

Those relatives and friends who were moved by the wind came to pay homage one after another.

Even if Cao Yong is not in the mood to socialize, he is not rude, so he has to bite the bullet and socialize.

Fortunately, Li Wei and Jiang Jian were also taking care of the temple in Guanghua Temple. They followed Cao Fu's stewards to make a lot of troubles inside and out, so that Cao Yong could worry less.

Even so, Cao Yong lost weight quickly, with sunken eyes and thin cheeks.

It was okay when he went out to meet the mourners, he calmed down his grief, and there was nothing wrong; after the guests left, he returned to the mourning hall, but he often sat in a daze in front of the coffin.

Sitting all night is a common thing.

There was no crying, no gorgeous sacrifice, but Cao Yong's sadness that flowed from his heart could not be concealed.

Speaking of it, it's just four words, "like a mourning concubine".

When Li Wei saw him, he felt more and more that Cao Yong was a loyal and affectionate person; Jiang Jian's expression was quite complicated.

He entered the Cao family as a curtain, and at this time, the curtain guest also had the intention of being a half-teacher.

He entered Cao's mansion before Mr. Zhuang's death. At that time, he still felt a little humiliated and unwilling.

When Li Wei recommended it to Cao Yong, Cao Yong said that he would obey his husband's wishes and declined.

When he arrived at Cao's house, he gradually calmed down when he saw the courteous treatment of Mr. Zhuang.

This funeral, from beginning to end, was in Jiang Jian's hands.

No one was negligent, Cao's family was very heavy, as if it was not a teacher who went there, but a close relative and elder.

In addition to Cao Yong changing into mourning clothes and guarding the spirit at Guanghua Temple, Chu Yu also rushed over early in the morning every day to take care of related affairs and did not return until sunset.

At the time of "receiving the third", Cao Yin couldn't help but brought a few nephews to pay homage in person, and even some people from the palaces of princes and dukes came to pay their respects.

"First seven", Chu Yu brought some boys from the mansion over.Tianyou, Hang Seng, Zuo Cheng, Zuo Zhu, the four little guys changed into mourning clothes, lined up in front of the coffin, and respectfully kowtowed to Mr. Zhuang.

Except for the Cao family who are sincerely sad, the others are just looking at Cao Yong's affection.

After the "first seven", there are more and more hangers-on.

Cao Yong wanted to see him at the beginning, but he was unable to socialize afterwards, so he had to excuse his illness and asked Li Wei and the others to bring the Cao family's steward to socialize.

In fact, monk Zhiran is also in Guanghua Temple.

Together with the eminent monks in the temple, he performed ritual rituals for Mr. Zhuang, and did not participate in common things.

Li Wei had nothing to say, and responded with a pat on the chest; Jiang Jian, on the other hand, became a little more cautious, carefully observing everyone he came into contact with, to see if he had any disputes with Cao Yong.

Don't mention the hanging customers who come and go, let's talk about Cao Yong.After suffering for more than ten days, I couldn't bear it any longer. I just felt that my eyes were blurred and my walking was shaking.

In his mind, he remembered Mr. Zhuang's joking words before his death: "If you want to live a long life, learn from Guo Ziyi, and the bed is full of seven sons and eight sons-in-law."

Mr. Zhuang's voice and smile are vivid in his memory, but he will never blame Cao Yong for being reckless here and wrong there.

There was no one in the mourning hall, and Cao Yong sat alone in front of the mourning, and let people set up vegetarian food.

He sat cross-legged behind the table, with his back straight, holding a rice bowl in his hand, but tears were streaming down his face.

He used chopsticks to deliver the rice to his mouth, but he felt bitter in his mouth and couldn't swallow it.

On the other side of the mourning hall, Chuyu held Niuniu's hand and looked at her husband's silhouette from a distance, with a look of worry on her face.

She hesitated for a moment, bent down, and whispered a few words to Niuniu.

Niuniu nodded, put down Chuyu's hand, and walked into the mourning hall with her calves.

Cao Yong's expression was dull, although he heard footsteps, but he didn't look around.

"Brother..." Niuniu walked up to her, pulled Cao Yong's sleeve, and called out pitifully.

Only then did Cao Yong turn his head and look at the little girl.

Little Niuniu raised her arms, wiped away the tears on Cao Yong's face, and said with some fear, "Brother is fine, just don't get sick, don't get sick like Dad..." At the end , already crying: "In that case, what will Niuniu do? No one will hurt Niuniu, and Niuniu will be sick..."

These days, except for Cao Yong, the ones who are so skinny are Niu Niu.

The originally plump little face has been tossed for half a month, and now Niuniu also has a pointed chin, looking like she has grown up by several years.

Although Mr. Zhuang still has two daughters, they were married long ago, and the one who hurts the most is the old daughter in front of him.

Cao Yong pulled her to sit down, took a flower roll and handed it to her, saying: "I'm not sick, Niu Niu is also not sick, grow up well, it's not in vain for your father to love you so much."

Niu Niu is five years old, she half understands everything.

As a result, she lowered her head to look at the flower rolls, raised her head, and asked with red eyes: "Brother, my mother said what my brother said, Dad is sick, so I have to go into the big box, and I won't come back until Niuniu is older. But , but, there are still people who say that he is dead... he will never come back again, I miss Dad, what should I do?"

For children, is it better to lie or really think?
Cao Yong is not an expert on children, so naturally he will not discuss how to do it theoretically.

He tried his best to keep himself calm, and said softly: "Does Niu know what death is? It's just that the husband is tired, so go to rest first. You should eat well and sleep well. If the husband misses you, he will be with you I came to see you in a dream. Then, you can see your father."

Niuniu's tears hadn't been wiped yet, but her smile had changed, her eyes sparkled, and she asked with joy, "Really? Daddy will really come back to see Niuniu?"

Cao Yong nodded vigorously, but his heart was a little sad.

These days, every time he closed his eyes, Mr. Zhuang was in front of him, but when he fell into a deep sleep, he did not see the dream.

Niu Niu was delighted, Chu Yu stood on the other side of the mourning hall, seeing her husband's haggard look, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Thinking of Mr. Zhuang's kindness, who has been like a family all these years, who would have thought that heaven and man would be separated forever like this?

Chu Yu's grief was also sincere, and she kept wiping away her tears with a handkerchief.

At this time, someone whispered: "Sister-in-law, brother?"

It was Cao Song who had arrived, and he hadn't changed his bodyguard uniform yet, so he probably just came back from work.

Chu Yu nodded, turned sideways, and nodded to Lingqian.

Cao Song poked his head out and looked forward, and saw his brother and Niu Niu, one big and one small, sitting cross-legged on the ground, each holding a flower roll in his hand, and eating with great gulp.

"Brother can eat? Here, here, even if meat is not used in the temple, we still have to get some good dishes." Cao Song was a little surprised, and said, "I'll send someone to make some vegetables."

But Chu Yu dissuaded him, saying: "Second brother, I have ordered people to hang ginseng porridge, and I have already ordered people to serve it. That thing is cheaper."

*
West of the city, Cao Mansion, Lan Yuan.

Mrs. Li leaned on the kang, looked at the youngest son in the cradle, and thought of the eldest son who was guarding the spirit in Guanghua Temple. She couldn't help feeling a little worried and sighed heavily.

A few days ago, she also went to Guanghua Temple and saw the haggard appearance of the eldest son.

Although the woman was kind, she felt a little sad about Mr. Zhuang's passing.However, in the end there is a difference between closeness and distance, and I still feel sorry for my son more in my heart.

She even told Cao Yin in private, asking him to persuade her son.

Cao Yin's side was speechless.

It happened that Mrs. Zhao Jia came to visit and was sitting on the other side of the kang table, chatting with Su Xin about the affairs of the palace one by one.

Although she was full of curiosity, because of the rules, Su Xin couldn't say anything, so she kept vague, which made Zhao Jia feel boring...

*
I didn’t finish coding in the evening, and continued in the early morning. I have two days to go home to make up for the missing days. I bowed my head and begged for the monthly pass. . . .

(End of this chapter)