Enter the Room

  Chapter 34

  Three cloud panels sounded outside the mourning hall.

   This is to tell everyone that the auspicious time is approaching.

  But the person who threw the pot in the Song family has not yet been determined.

  People in the mourning hall were whispering, but they didn't dare to point fingers like before.

  Song Jiyun stood in the middle of the mourning hall and said sharply, "Where is the coffin bearer?"

  Everyone was caught off guard, looking at Song Jiyun speechlessly, and could hear needles falling in the mourning hall.

   "Here we come! We come!" Steward Wu wiped his sweat, his voice was particularly loud.

   Immediately, eight tall coffin bearers came in with sticks and hemp ropes, and sixteen other people guarded the coffin.

  The mourning hall, which was originally not spacious, suddenly became crowded.

  Song Daliang was taken aback.

   These people, didn’t Song Jiyun bring them back from the farm two days ago, and put them there to help with rough work?

  When did the pallbearers he arranged turn into these mud-legged, big-bodied men?

  Song Sanliang and Song Jiu have already understood.

  Especially Song Sanliang, he said angrily: "Song Jiyun, you are a girl, aren't you afraid that your father will not be able to reincarnate after death?"

  Song Jiyun sneered a few times, picked up the filial pie basin and fell to pieces with a "slap", turned around and picked up Song Youliang's portrait.

   "My father has no brothers, no nephews, no clansmen, and if my daughter doesn't come out and throw pots and statues, can I count on you?"

  She stared wide-eyed, glanced at the people present one by one, and said loudly: "Lift the coffin!"

  The coffin bearers shouted in unison, and Song Jiyun knelt down facing the coffin.

  Behind her, Qian's hissing and lung-piercing crying came.

  *

  The street in front of the Song Mansion was crowded.

  The smoke from the firecrackers made people cough.

Yuan Yunzhong stood on the steps of the gate of the Song family, watching the figure in hemp and filial piety holding his father's portrait, and with the support of two nuns, he stepped back nine steps and stopped to bow to the coffin, got up and walked another nine steps, stopped Kowtow to the coffin... step by step, farther and farther away from the Song family.

   It's just that the tall figure is as tall and straight as a pine, and the gestures are clean and neat, with a free and easy style that is rarely seen in men, and it is the first thing to be seen in the crowd.

  Throwing a pot by herself is really something that only such a woman can do.

  Yuan Yunzhong secretly sighed, turned and entered the gate of the Song family.

  Behind him, firecrackers exploded everywhere, and a vast expanse of white money fell from the sky, covering half of the street.

  The funeral procession gradually drifted away amidst the sound of soft music.

  The stewards and servants of the Song family ran around, busily dismantling the mourning shed, changing the lanterns, tearing the mourning cloth, trying to arrange all the family affairs before the sender returned.

  Yuan Yunzhong took his six sons and slowly returned to Yinyu Hall.

  The sun has risen, and the sun is still very hot.

  The six sons asked Guanshi Wu for some more ice, and Yuan Yunzhong nestled in the drunkard's chair to read the biography.

  Shao Qing came in through the window, saluted him respectfully, and said, "My lord, the chariots and horses are ready."

  Yuan Yunzhong put down the biography in his hand, and said: "You stay and serve, and the rest will go to Nanchang Mansion according to the previous plan."

   Shao Qing was stunned.

  Yuan Yunzhong thought of Song Jiyun's loud "lifting the coffin" in the mourning hall, and he couldn't help laughing: "I still have a reward of one hundred thousand taels, so I won't be leaving for now."

  Young master still care about one hundred thousand taels of silver?

  Shao Qing was in a daze, but it didn't affect his devotion to duty.

  He respectfully agreed, and left quietly.

  Yuan Yunzhong looked at the thick green shade outside the window, smiled, and his eyes fell on the new biography again.

  *

  When the mourners came back from Mount Zhu, it was already sunset.

  Song Jiyun hugged the banner of the Lord's soul, Song Jiyu held the portrait, Song Jixue supported the coffin, stepped over the brazier, and went to Qian's house to place a memorial tablet shrine.

  The neighbors left and left when they returned to the city, and relatives and friends set up a few tables in the waterside pavilion and the open hall.

   Several clan elders did not come, and Song Daliang, who was supposed to entertain relatives and friends, also disappeared. Song Sanliang, Zeng Shi and others simply did not go to the funeral.

  There was no man in charge at home, so Song Jiyun toasted every table.

  Many of them asked her tactfully if her family was really planning to recruit a son-in-law.

  Song Jiyun said: "The decision can only be made after the mother gives birth."

  Everyone is thoughtful.

  Five to six out of ten people did not eat well during this meal.

On the other hand, Mrs. Qian, who was sleepy and tired, came back from the grave without eating anything, cried hard in front of Song Youliang's portrait, washed his face with cold water, then remembered the mourning hall, and asked Mother Zheng: " I remember when I was in the mourning hall, it seemed that Mr. Yuan helped me up."

  Nurse Zheng brought a bowl of anti-fetal medicine for Qian to drink first, and then brought in a bowl of dragon beard noodles kneaded with eggs, and said, "It's Mr. Yuan."

  Ms. Qian said happily: "This kid is really good!"

Mother Zheng also felt that he was fine today, and whispered: "I didn't talk nonsense, and I didn't get involved with the eldest master or the third master. When the young lady taught those people, she didn't criticize them, thinking that the young lady is not good. A nice guy."

  Ms. Qian nodded thoughtfully, and asked Madam Zheng: "Who is serving the child? What did you eat at noon today? Where is he seated at the banquet tonight?"

  Nurse Zheng was so busy that her feet didn't touch the floor, she really didn't pay attention. So I called Xiangzan to ask.

   Soon Xiangzan came back and returned to Qian Shi one by one.

Mrs. Qian heard that Yuan Yunzhong didn't have a seat at night, but ate a bowl of plain noodles in Yinyutang, and hurriedly told Madam Zheng: "Go and tell the kitchen that Mr. Yuan is not from our family, so you don't need to guard our house." Rules. I usually cook some chicken soup and meat soup for him, and don’t need to be a vegetarian.”

  Nurse Zheng responded with a smile.

   Mrs. Qian stood alone in front of Song Youliang's portrait for a long time.

  It wasn't until Song Jiyun had settled all the outside affairs and came to see her that she took Song Jiyun's hand and sat down at the table, touched her daughter's face distressedly, and said "It's hard for you" with tears in her eyes.

   Song Jiyun felt that the most difficult part was over.

  She got up and squeezed her mother's shoulders, and said, "I'm the one to do things outside. You, the most urgent thing is to take good care of your health and add a brother or sister to us."

   Qian knows that things are not that simple.

   Today, if Mr. Yuan inserted a sentence or two, it would not be the current situation.

She and Song Jiyun talked about the mourning hall, and said with emotion: "We have to thank Mr. Yuan. Although he is not born, he has a good character. It is fate that we know each other. If he has any difficulties, you You must help him as much as you can. Don't let him fall into that dirty place again."

  Song Jiyun has already done what he should do, and originally arranged for Yuan Yunzhong to leave.

  She responded repeatedly, and said: "Don't worry, I said that I have to observe filial piety for three years here, and he has to go back and discuss with the elders at home how to deal with the marriage. Make sure he leaves safely."

  Qian Shi said: "Don't short him in terms of money. Our family is not short of this money."

  Song Jiyun really wanted to tell her that Yuan Yunzhong's appearance fee was one hundred thousand taels of silver.

  No matter how rich their family is, they are still short of this money.

  However, there are some truths that don't need to be told to her mother, as it will only make her mother worry.

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