The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

The death of Yun Dalang brought Zheng Ping's family not only pain, but also economic problems.

Yun Yan didn't realize this at the beginning, and only cared about whether Zheng Ping was too sad. Until he saw Zheng Ping trace the pattern, and then began to tape the silk.

The inexplicable sash fan was very delicate, and it was a bit of a posture day and night. Yun Yan chuckled back in his heart and felt that it was not quite right.

One day, Hu Sanniang came to chat with Zheng Ping and asked if anyone had been found to transport Yunda's body back to Beijing.

Zheng Ping said sadly that Yun Dalang died by drowning, and the capital of the corpse was gone. Hu Sanniang's expression turned ugly at once, so she immediately comforted Zheng Ping and could go to Daxiangguo Temple to pray for blessings.

Zheng Ping wiped her tears and said that she was going to do so.

Yun Yan understood at once that the ancients paid great attention to what happened after him. Even if he didn't have to transport Yun Dalang's corpse back, he would have to spend a lot of money to hold the funeral.

The daily expenses of the family are no more. It is unrealistic to have funerals and the cost of inviting monks to do Buddhist services.

The only way is to sell Zheng Ping's silk silk.

Yun Yanhui didn't know what Zheng Ping was concealing, and he could not dissuade her, so he could only watch Zheng Ping take more than a month, and she produced a lifelike hibiscus flower fan.

This took Zheng Ping a lot of energy and made her lose a lot of fan noodles. Yun Yanhui didn't know how much money she sold. But after Zheng Ping went to Xiuxiang, she bought meat for them when she came back.

Then I asked the enthusiastic neighbourhood to organize a funeral ceremony and set up a burial mound for Yun Dalang. Besides, these neighbourhoods also have to provide tea and rice.

It was also at this time that Yun Yanhui realized that Yun Dalang had no other family members. Nobody in the neighborhood asked this question. It is very likely that they have asked about it a long time ago, and they know why they haven't.

Yun Yan suspected that his father was also an orphan. Even if his parents died, he wouldn't even have no clan relatives. People of this age are a bunch of relatives.

Zheng Ping wanted to greet inside and out, and Shuangyi took care of her two younger brothers.

It’s just that on weekdays, Shuangyi herself was frightened during the funeral. She hadn’t seen Yun Dalang, but she had a vague concept of death. Seeing the family coming and going, her adoptive mother shed tears from time to time, of course she was afraid. .

Fortunately, Yun Yanhui was not an ordinary child, but took care of Shuang Yilai and took her and Xiaobao with him. Yun Yan's calm attitude made Shuangyi calm down a lot, and she decided not to worry her mother, she should take good care of her younger brothers.

During this period, no one dared to disturb Zheng Ping casually. Yun Yanhui's trousers frayed, so he asked Shuang Yi to help mend it.

Shuang Yi carefully mended half of it, but Yun Yan picked it up and looked at it. No matter how you look at it, the stitches are too loose and not very uniform.

"I just learned..." Shuang Yi said.

There was only half, Yun Yan resolutely pinched the needle and thread, and made it up by himself. It's just a patch of trousers. It doesn't require any complicated stitching. This stitch is even more neat than Shuangyi's.

Yun Yan thought back, I was too genius, or Shuangyi didn’t have the life of getting rich overnight...

Shuang Yi lowered his head in shame, his younger brother had not touched a needle for a day, but he sews better than her! Also, she sometimes does something under the kitchen, and Ge Yan reminds her.

"Brother Yan, I will definitely practice QAQ well."

"It's okay, learn slowly." Yun Yan replied as if he was an elder.

…

Besides Zheng Ping, she invited seven monks from the Daxiangguo Temple to come back to do Buddhist work. First, she called for the soul, and then because of Yun Dalang's young death, the bones failed to return home, and she recited the scriptures for seven days.

Most of the people who came to offer condolences were neighbors in the neighborhood, and some old friends of Yun Dalang, who looked at their orphans and widows and felt very pity.

Because I had friendship with the monk knowingly, he invited him.

After I got here, I heard other people say that Zheng Ping was actually going back from him and received the news of his death on the day, and my mood was very complicated. At this time, the monk who was doing Buddhist things saw it, and couldn't help but listen to the action, and came over to salute, "I understand Master Uncle."

He sighed clearly, stopped drinking the tea, replaced the leading monk, and chanted himself.

"How does this make..." Zheng Ping wiped her eyes.

Knowing it, he insisted on chanting, and it was not until the evening that the monk was replaced by the monk and had some food.

Of course, I don't know much about Zheng Ping's family. I only asked Zheng Ping briefly, knowing that her husband was out for business, but Zheng Ping didn't say that there had been no news for a while. So it is clear that Zheng Ping will have a greater burden on the family after her husband's death, but Zheng Ping has already been in charge.

Aiwu and Wu are naturally exhortations. If you have any difficulties, you can come to Daxiangguo Temple to find him.

Zheng Ping thanked him solemnly, and asked Yun Yan to come back and give a salute.

Yun Yan went back these days and tried to follow Zheng Ping as much as possible. Of course, there was nothing to disagree. The monk was so old that he did not suffer a loss when he bowed.

Later, when Yun Yan came back to think of it, she felt that Zheng Ping might have thought about it and asked for help.

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After finishing Yun Dalang's funeral, Zheng Ping felt as if she was hollowed out. She lost her energy and did not embroider for many days. But the fan noodles she sold last time probably made a lot of money, so even if she doesn't work, she eats well at home.

Limited by the times, it is still a kind of wheat, rice and bean rice, but the quality of the food is much higher.

This shows that no matter where they are, the top craftsmen must be doing well...

One day Zheng Ping was cooking, and Shuang Yi was jumping on the grid in the courtyard, and Yun Yan sat at the door looking back. There is a woven pergola in the front eaves of his house.

Yun Yan returned to sit under it, and Xiao Bao crawled around beside him. On the surface, it was Shuang Yi leading them, but Yun Yan was actually staring back at the two children.

That's it for Xiaobao. After Shuangyi went out recently, he has been looking forward to going out. Even though he lived at the back door of Kaifeng Mansion, Yun Yanhui had to be vigilant. Zheng Ping was not in front of him, so he came out to watch.

At this time, an old woman walked outside the fence and looked inside the courtyard.

Shuangyi didn't pay attention to jumping on the grid. Yun Yanhui saw it at a glance. A few days ago, his family had funerals and many neighbors from the neighborhood came, so even if he didn't go out very much, Yun Yanhui looked at the neighbors familiarly. This old woman has never seen her before.

The old woman swept her gaze in the yard for a few times, and then met Yun Yan back. She was taken aback when she saw his face, and then she showed a surprised expression.

At this time, Shuang Yi also saw her, stepped back a few steps, and walked under the pergola, a little shy.

The old woman smiled slightly and asked, "Does Mrs. Zheng live here?"

Shuang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "Wait a moment." She went to the kitchen and called Zheng Ping.

The old woman looked back at Yun Yan, then at Xiao Bao, her eyes were strange.

Yun Yanhui put his hands under Xiaobao's armpits, lifted him up, and sat on the threshold together.

In a short time, Zheng Ping also came out, wiped the water stains from her hands on her apron, and looked up outside the fence.

From Yun Yanhui's angle, she couldn't see her expression, but she could see that her body was stiff.

When the old woman saw Zheng Ping, she was very excited and shouted, "Liu Niang, it's really you!"

Zheng Ping turned around in a panic, and said to Shuang Yi, "Take my brothers back to the house."

"Oh..." Shuang Yi took Yun Yanhui and Xiaobao's hands and walked into the room, but even she noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and turned her head one step at a time.

Yun Yan was pulled into the room and immediately "shushed" Shuang Yi, then quietly walked to the door to take a peek.

Zheng Ping didn't let the old woman in, and they stood at the gate and talked quietly.

The old woman took out a fan in her hand, and Yun Yan immediately recognized it. The tapestry fan was clearly made by Zheng Ping before.

The old woman was talking to Zheng Ping. When she got emotional, her voice volume accidentally increased a little. Yun Yan, who was very clever and heard back, heard her say: "Liu Niang, you are still so young! Since that person is already...you Just agree, Lang Jun and Niangzi will definitely let go of the past."

"Mother-in-law is going to say it again, I won't agree!" Zheng Ping interrupted her with an angry face, looked around to see if no neighbors noticed, and then turned around angrily.

The old woman saw that she didn't care about herself anymore, and sighed while holding on to the fence: "Liu Niang, please think about it, mother-in-law will go back first."