"Father, I'm guarding the mourning hall. You should go and rest for a while."
Liu Heng whispered to Liu Zhai. His expression was full of exhaustion, and the green in his eyes deepened.
When it rains, it pours, it pours. The ship is late, and the wind hits the head. This year, Madam Liu seemed to have offended the Tai Sui, with everything going her way.
First, the Zhang family of Hejian and Huang Song colluded and betrayed Hejian County, causing the entire Liu family to be put under house arrest.
Then, the old lord died of anger. His father also fainted in the mourning hall because of excessive grief. Despite his illness, he managed to hold the funeral. Liu Heng watched his father age more than ten years in a few days. The leisurely and elegant life was replaced by depression and illness.
Liu Zhai was sick, very sick. When he coughed just now, he vomited a mouthful of sputum with blood.
Liu Heng was frightened by the situation. He was afraid that his father would be too tired and die with his grandmother, so he tried to persuade him to rest.
However, Liu Zhai was stubborn. Not only did he not want to rest, but he also paid more attention to the old lord's funeral. He asked about everything.
"It's okay …"
"Father, your health is more important. If grandmother is watching from heaven, she will feel sorry for you. "
Liu Heng said all kinds of good things, but Liu Zhai still couldn't move him.
"… Burn more ghost money for your grandmother …" Liu Zhai couldn't help but cough after saying two sentences. Her obscure eyes were dim and lifeless. "In addition, increase the amount of money you donate to the temple by twenty percent. You must make the master of the temple work harder and recite more scriptures every day."
There were many temples near Hejian County. Most of the local gentry believed in Buddhism.
When the old lord passed away, the most famous master in the area was invited to recite scriptures and perform rituals for the deceased for forty-nine days!
After working hard, Liu Zhai's condition worsened. In just a few days, he was tortured until he was thin.
Seeing this situation, Liu Heng's eyes became moist.
He didn't expect his father to have such deep feelings for his grandmother and to be so dedicated to her funeral.
She was gone, and the dead were the most important.
As a junior, Liu Heng couldn't complain about the excessive things his grandmother had done. Let everything go.
He said, "Your son understands. I will definitely remember to donate 20% more of the money for the sesame oil."
According to the customs of the day, the time to stop the coffin was different, depending on the financial situation of each family. For example, the time to stop the coffin was one day seven, three days seven, five days seven, or seven days seven. For an ordinary family, the funeral could be held after seven days. For a wealthy family, it was a little longer. For those with status and prestige, the funeral would be held for forty-nine days. The old lord's position in the Liu family was not low. Naturally, the number of days when the spirits stopped was based on Mu Qiqi.
After the funeral was over, it was followed by a grand burial. The coffin was placed in the grave of Liu Zheng's biological father.
The forty-nine long days didn't just torture the old lord's corpse, it also tortured the filial sons and grandsons who were guarding the coffin.
Liu Zhan's body suffered even more with his illness. Just after the seventh day of the Old Fengjun's death, he fell ill and could not take care of the mourning hall.
Hearing this news, Huang Song said in surprise, "Liu Zheng is also sick? Really? "
Keeping vigil at the coffin was hard work. The seasons were changing and many of the Liu family members had fallen ill. There were not enough doctors in the manor, so they could only hire people from outside the manor. Huang Song took this opportunity to plant a few spies. The doctor who was treating Liu Zheng was one of Huang Song's people.
The doctor did not dare to hide anything and hurriedly raised his hand to report to Huang Song. "It's absolutely true. His body is severely damaged. He is weak both inside and out. Moreover, he is overly worried and depressed. If he does not rest and treat himself, I'm afraid he won't be able to last until the day the Old Madame is buried."
Huang Song's eyes widened in shock. He blurted out, "It's that serious?"
The doctor said, "It's serious, not light."
"The Liu family has offended the Tai Sui this year. The Old Madame just passed away and the eldest son is on his last breath. Are they going to hold a funeral?" Huang Song did not care if Liu Zheng died or not. He only cared that if Liu Zheng died, he would have to take the blame. "Go back and treat him well. Use whatever medicine is useful. Don't be stingy. Even if you use strong medicine, you have to keep him alive. Don't let him die. "
Huang Song did not want to recite two funeral rites in a month. It was too unlucky.
If Liu Zheng died and he was blamed, wouldn't he feel wronged?
Hearing Huang Song's instructions, the doctor did not dare to let his guard down. He carefully attended to Liu Zheng.
After a few days, Huang Song received news from the scouts in front. Jiang Pengji had sent messengers to attend the funeral.
"Who did Lanting send?"
Cheng Jing replied, "Wei Ci, Wei Zixiao!"
Huang Song said, "Wei Ci? I remember that he is from the same sect as Youmo. It seems that Lanting values him very much. "
After all, he was representing himself to attend the funeral of an elder. Those who were not his confidants did not have the right to do so.
Cheng Jing said, "Zixiao's ability is like the moon. Although it is not as dazzling as the sun, it has its own brilliance. It is normal that he is valued by the Lanting Duke."
After all, they were brothers from the same sect. It was basic for them to boast about each other in business.
Of course, this was not a brainless boast.
Wei Ci's administrative ability was strong, but he was low-key and never competitive. This caused his presence to be low.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Wei Ci arrived at Hejian County, travel-worn.
Under the shadow of war, Hejian County became increasingly desolate and cold. The nearby fields were overgrown with weeds, and there were no farmers farming for a long time. Although Huang Song did not use strong troops to conquer Hejian County, there were still many people who hurriedly fled with their families.
After entering the city, there was no one on either side of the street. The taverns and teahouses were closed. The steps were covered with moss and thick dust.
Wei Ci was the messenger sent by Jiang Pengji. Naturally, Huang Song would not allow him to come and go as he pleased in his territory. There were many interrogations and tests.
No matter how many tricks he used, Wei Ci dealt with them flawlessly.
Because of Jiang Pengji, the Liu family was isolated by the gentry in Hejian. It was very cold near the old house. One could faintly hear the sound of weeping spirits. When the old lord passed away, many gentry families did not come to offer their condolences in order to disassociate themselves. They all closed their doors and refused to receive guests, such as the Shangguan family.
Even during the most difficult times, he had never seen such a cold and desolate appearance.
Of course, there were those who were afraid and those who were not. Qiguan Rang's father-in-law, Wei Yuan, dared to come to offer his condolences with great fanfare.
Wei Ci rushed over. Liu Heng, who was in the mourning hall, heard the news and hurriedly asked his servants to receive Wei Ci.
At the same time, Liu Heng told his father, Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng had been bedridden for a few days. His condition had improved and he had regained consciousness.
When he heard that Jiang Pengji had sent someone to attend the funeral, he was stunned for a long time. His expression was very complicated.
Liu Heng was puzzled.
Since his father had been seriously ill, he often showed such an expression that he could not understand.
"It's rare that she has such thoughts … Heng 'er, receive the messenger well. Don't be cold."
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