In the blink of an eye, the winter snow melted and the weather gradually became warmer. A month had passed since the assassination of the prefect.
Because of Mrs. Cui's funeral, Tong's funeral could only be arranged hastily.
After getting the thin coffin, Xu Da calculated a good day for the funeral and asked several brothers from the Huokang Gang to carry the person to a hillside outside the city for burial.
At that time, entry and exit into the city were extremely strict. Xu Da emptied all his savings for his brothers, and then bribed the city guard to let them out of the city for burial.
Compared with the scrawled funeral of Tong, Mrs. Cui's funeral was an eye-opener for the Xu Yue family.
Luxurious burials were prevalent in Daqing, and the gold, silver, jade and other burial objects alone emptied half of the family fortune of the prefecture.
Including the month of mourning and various condolence and entertainment arrangements, a large amount of money was spent.
Before this was over, Mrs. Cui died suddenly, and the cemetery had not yet been arranged. A well-known Taoist priest from Jizhou was invited to personally arrange the burial arrangements for her.
Xu Yue heard someone say that the Feng Shui treasure land alone cost 50,000 yuan, and including the bricks and tiles used in the tomb, it would cost 100,000 yuan.
According to the level of luxury of Daqing's magnates, it is normal for a person to be laid to rest for three months or half a year. Because transportation was inconvenient in ancient times, the deceased had to wait for all relatives of the deceased to come to express their condolences before the person could be buried.
Therefore, the prefect's wife only stayed for a month before being hurriedly buried. Xu Yue reasonably suspected that it was probably because the money in the prefect's mansion could not support it.
Of course, it is also possible that the weather is getting warmer day by day and the prefect's wife has become smelly, so she has to be buried hastily.
What makes common people like Xu Yue feel sad is that for a family as dominant as the Yuan family, Mrs. Cui's funeral is just "hasty".
As for the assassin, the officers arrested him for a month and handed over many suspects. Several assassins were also symbolically killed at the Caishikou execution ground.
However, it seems that the mastermind has not yet been caught.
However, compared with the tense atmosphere before, things have indeed relaxed a lot since Mrs. Cui's funeral, and everyone dared to go out and walk around.
The weather in early spring was still very cold, but Xu Yue could no longer bear to wear the fur coat that had not been washed all winter. When the sun came out, she immediately took it off.
I practiced physical skills and internal skills with my father and mother throughout the winter. I took off my fur coat, put on all my jackets, and used the internal skills and mental skills taught by my father, and I didn't feel cold at all.
Xu Yue was young, so she had no choice but to ask for help from her brother Xu Dalang.
My good son, now I am good at cooking, doing laundry and chopping firewood.
Seeing that her sister had free help, Xu Erniang was ready to take off her fur coat and let Xu Dalang wash it.
Xu Dalang glanced at her coldly and said: "Get out!"
Xu Erniang stared, with one hand on her hips and the other holding up her small wooden stick, threatening: "Believe it or not, I'll curse you!"
Xu Erniang's curse is no joke. After a whole winter of hard work, she has successfully tested it on Xu Da.
I can't cast a big curse yet, but it's totally fine to make people suffer misfortune.
For example, falling on the ground when going out, tripping while walking, losing small coins while shopping, raising your head to catch bird poop, etc., all of which are accurate.
But Xu Dalang is not afraid of these small curses. In the face of powerful strength, everything is false!
Seeing that she was too hard, Xu Erniang softened her tone and said, "Good brother, help me wash it together~"
Xu Dalang snorted proudly and agreed.
The weather was getting warmer, and people in the city had basically settled down, so Xu Da and Wang Dayou took their brothers from the Huokang Gang to develop in villages and towns.
No, I went out early this morning.
Mrs. Wang was not at home either. She carried a bamboo basket and went with her fifth uncle's mother-in-law to pick wild vegetables, intending to bring them back for Sister Xu Yue to study how to make pickles.
Speaking of vegetables, Xu Yue couldn't help but lick her mouth. She hadn't eaten fresh vegetables all winter, and she almost forgot what vegetables tasted like.
"Young lady, do you think I wrote this correctly?"
Aunt Wang's wife heard an anxious inquiry from her side. Xu Yue quickly put aside her aftertaste of vegetables and turned to look at the small wooden board handed over by Aunt Wang's wife.
After Mrs. Tong passed away, Ms. Wang asked Wang Dayou to bring her two children to her home to help take care of them before going to work.
The two siblings, without their mother, seemed to have grown up overnight and became much more sensible.
Little Crying Bag The little brother of the Wang family doesn’t like to cry anymore.
And Mrs. Wang's wife didn't like to laugh. She was as dull as a little old man all day long. When she got to the Xu family, she had to help with housework.
Xu Dalang and Xu Erniang did all these things. They got up early in the morning and started cleaning after practicing. There was no work for Mrs. Wang to do.
So the little girl took her brother to stay in the house and sat there all day long.
Xu Yue saw that the two children would not be the same thing if they continued like this, so she took the siblings to her room, took out a small wooden board, and taught them how to read and count.
The boy from the Wang family was still too young, so he drew messily with a wooden board, but his little face finally had a naughty look that a child should have.
Xu Yue just followed him and planned to teach him literacy and arithmetic when he grows older.
Daqing calculates the age as false years. After the new year, Xu Yue will be seven years old and the Wang family's aunt will be six years old.
The child's brain is almost fully developed and she learns quickly. In addition, Xu Yue also laid a foundation for her during the escape. Now she can write more than 20 common words and can also calculate addition and subtraction within 20.
Perhaps because none of her neighbors were educated, Xu Yue became bolder. Taking advantage of the fact that no one understood her, she tried to teach Aunt Wang the characters in traditional Chinese, but the numbers she taught were Arabic numerals.
Aunt Wang's wife didn't know these details either. She just thought it was a great thing to be able to read and do arithmetic when she was little. She would study seriously what Xu Yue taught her.
No, Xu Yue just gave her an arithmetic problem on the wooden board. She quickly finished it and took it over anxiously for Xu Yue to check.
Xu Yue looked at it. There were five arithmetic questions in total, and only one was wrong. There was a horizontal line drawn with charcoal on it. Apparently, the little girl had calculated it several times and could not determine the answer in the end.
This question is indeed more complicated than the other four questions. It involves both addition and subtraction. It is indeed a bit difficult for Mrs. Wang who has just learned numbers.
Xu Yue saw that there was nothing wrong with the calculation she typed aside. The mistake was in the decimal system and she forgot to calculate the base digit.
Xu Yue pointed out the mistake, and Mrs. Wang lowered her head in frustration. She felt sorry for her carelessness and muttered, "I obviously checked..."
Xu Yue looked at her like this, as if she saw the depressed look on her face when she was a child and got the wrong question due to carelessness.
At this time, no amount of comfort is as satisfying as solving the same type of question again.
So, Xu Yue came up with another addition and subtraction method involving decimal and asked the little girl to do the calculation again.
