Back at Cao's house, Mrs. Chen asked Su Liu about the situation in the prison. Su Liu said calmly. Ms. Chen was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "It's pity for the parents in the world, she is not very good, she treats her children
That’s really good!”
"Sister, will Su Jinquan really be sentenced to exile?" Su Xiao, who was sitting next to him, asked after hearing this.
Su Liu nodded and said: "I have already told the magistrate. Everyone knows Su Changsheng's evil deeds. If Su Jinquan is given a self-defense order and voluntarily pleads guilty, he will be sentenced to three thousand miles of exile."
"Three thousand miles, isn't that the farthest west?" Ms. Chen asked in surprise: "Can you survive?"
"In fact, few of those who have been exiled since ancient times can actually reach the ground. They either die on the road or spend money on bribes. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Which official is willing to escort you to the west? Let's see if Zhou can get it.
How much money has come out?" Su Liu sneered.
Mrs. Chen hesitated to speak, and Su Liu seemed to know what she wanted to say, and said: "Mom, please don't ask me to give you some money or anything. I'm already very unhappy that I owe them this favor, so why not?"
It’s impossible for me to spend money.”
Ms. Chen was a little embarrassed and said, "You kid, you act like a miser."
Su Liu snorted and said: "If this was good for us, maybe I could help a bunch, but it's not the case. If I can help like this, I will be able to fulfill my weak blood relationship."
"That's right, according to Sister's temperament, if you don't take the opportunity to add insult to injury and kill them, you should burn some incense." Su Xiao said with a look of approval.
"Besides, there are two reasons for this. I don't want to cause a big trouble." Su Liu added immediately.
Cao Kui also patted Chen's hand and said, "Listen to the children."
Mrs. Chen thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, it's up to you. What about your father's funeral?"
Su Liu's face turned cold, while Su Xiaoze just watched Su Liu's actions indifferently.
Seeing this, Mrs. Chen sighed and said: "This dead man is the most important. Now that he is dead, he is your father by blood. Go back and take a look. If you fulfill this filial piety, you will not fall into the world."
Aren’t people’s words valid?”
"Your mother is right. Today, the Holy One rules the world with benevolence and filial piety. Even if he does not think about himself, he also thinks about Ning Guang. The deceased is the greatest, but it is just to send him on his last journey. The past grudges and resentments are all in the past.
." Cao Kui is on Chen's side this time.
Su Liu looked at Su Xiao, who shrugged and said, "Don't look at me. If you want to go, I will go. If you don't go, I won't go."
Su Liu had no choice but to say reluctantly: "Then let's go back tomorrow."
Mrs. Chen breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Cao Kui gratefully. The latter smiled and nodded.
The ancients paid attention to the completeness of the body during funerals, so that it came and went in an orderly manner. Su Changsheng's body was returned to the Su family after the autopsy was done, and it stayed in the east courtyard room assigned to him.
inside.
When Su Liu and Su Xiao arrived at the old house in a carriage, many spring benches had been placed outside. People in the village were sitting or squatting together and talking. The topic revolved around Su Changsheng's death.
Being killed by his own son, this is a human tragedy, and it is also something that the world does not agree with, even if Su Changsheng is indeed worthy of his death.
Seeing the Su Liu sisters coming back, the villagers were a little surprised, and then someone came into the house to notify the person who was doing the funeral.
Su Fusheng was helping with the funeral, and Su Qingxiang's family were also helping. When they heard that Su Liu and the others were coming, they rushed out to welcome them.
"Liu Yatou, you are back. Okay, okay, your father has also closed his eyes." Su Qingxiang's voice choked up when he saw the Su Liu sisters dressed in plain clothes, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.
"Is Liu Yatou back? Ouch, why did you come back? Your father died so miserably!" Mrs. Huang was also helped out by her mother's family. When she saw Su Liu, she howled: "That short-lived fool."
, I want the white-haired man to give the black-headed man away."
The corner of Su Liu's mouth twitched, and Su Xiao said in a low voice, "As if she's afraid that people don't know how much she loves that person, tut tut, you're really good at it."
Su Liu glanced at her lightly, and Su Xiao stuck out her tongue.
"Liu'er Xiaoxiao is back too. Well, your father is also very lucky. Come on, put on your mourning clothes and kowtow to your father." Huang's brother-in-law, Mrs. Zheng, handed over two pieces of mourning clothes.
Su Liu glanced indifferently, with a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Zhan Shui? Is he worthy of Su Changsheng?"
"No need." Su Liu swept the hemp clothes that had been cut with a knife indifferently, took a piece of linen cloth from Zheng's hand, and wrapped it around his waist. Seeing this, Su Xiao followed suit and took a piece of linen cloth.
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Seeing the two sisters acting like this, everyone's expressions changed slightly. Mrs. Zheng forced a smile and said: "Liu girl, you are my biological daughter, you should be beheaded and mourned."
There are five levels in the funeral system, and beheading is the heaviest level. The mourning clothes are made of burlap. When making them, you cannot twist them with scissors, but cut them with a knife, so it is called "cutting". Moreover, you cannot sew the edges, and you must cut them with a knife.
The broken tassels are left out to express the most sorrow. Usually, there are only four situations when wearing this first-class beheading. First, the minister is the king. Second, the son is the father. Third, the wife is the husband. Fourth, the father is the eldest son.
(Quite special). The longest period of mourning is three years. But these three years are meaningful, actually twenty-seven months.
Since Su Liu was her biological daughter, she should be mourned with the highest honors, but she was only tied with a piece of burlap, which was not even the lowest grade of burlap. She was at most a common acquaintance, so what?
Not shocking?
"My two sisters have already left the Su family. Su Changsheng also sold me for twenty taels. Speaking of which, we are actually no longer considered the Su family." Su Liu said calmly.
Su Changsheng dreamed that his sisters would wear sackcloth and mourn for him and keep mourning for him for a few years. If they were willing to come, they would be able to save face.
Everyone looked weird after hearing this, right? Su Liu and the others were not even named in the family tree. They were sold again, so naturally they don’t belong to the Su family. Have you ever heard that this girl who was sold to someone else’s family wants to come back?
Those who mourn for their father are other people's people, and it doesn't matter whether they live or die. It's just that they are the ones who buy Suliu.
Listening to the whispers of the villagers, Mr. Huang's face looked very ugly and he was about to have a fit. Su Qingxiang said first, "As long as you are willing, go in and burn incense."
Su Liu nodded and followed Su Qingxiang in without looking at Huang and others.
"Look at her, what's her attitude? She doesn't even recognize her father when she gets rich." Mrs. Huang raised her eyebrows in anger.
"Sister." Mrs. He pinched her lightly and said softly: "I'm afraid I'm going to give her money!"
As soon as Mrs. Huang heard this, she quickly went into the house. When the people who were so close saw her, they couldn't help but shake their heads.
"What a pity for a good daughter."
"No, look at her style. She looks like a young lady. Oh, Zhou Zheng looks so cute."
"Ms. Chen is so lucky. This old house is also lost. Alas."
Walking into Zingxiao's house, the Eight Immortals' table was built high, with melons and fruits being offered, incense candles were burning, and hay was spread on the floor. Su Changsheng rested on the wooden board next to the wall, wearing a brand new longevity suit, with his feet facing the door.
His face was covered with a piece of white paper, and a copper coin was pressed on his forehead.
Someone brought two sticks of incense to Su and Liu. They bowed three times neatly to Su Changsheng and placed incense in front of the soul.
"Liu Yatou, let's see your father for the last time." Mrs. Zheng smiled apologetically again and said, "He must be happy to know that your sisters are here."
"No need, the deceased is the most important, there is no need to disturb his peace, let him go in peace." Su Liu refused again.
Zheng's smile froze, and the hand stretched out to Su Changsheng's face froze in mid-air, a little embarrassed.
Is this the point of hatred?
Su Liu didn't even look at her. He just took out a white paper envelope from Qingyi's sleeve and handed it to Su Qingxiang. He said calmly: "This is a little thought from our sisters."
"You're interested." Su Qingxiang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and took it. Before he could hold it tightly, a hand came over and snatched the envelope away.
Several people looked at it at the same time, and saw Mrs. Huang tightening the envelope and saying: "Liu'er, your father is so pitiful. Look at how crudely decorated this mourning hall is. It makes him feel unhappy when he leaves. Look,
Isn’t it time to perform some religious rituals so that your father can reach bliss as soon as possible?”
Su Qingxiang's face turned blue and white, and he subconsciously looked at Su Liu.
Su Liu didn't even bother to get angry at Huang's behavior. To this extent, he still wanted to use his son's funeral to make money. It was only Huang who was so weird.
"Uncle, since you are here, let me go and see Mr. Su." Su Liuli ignored Mr. Huang, looked at Su Qingxiang and said, "If you have time, come with me."
"Okay, your grandpa...sigh." Su Qingxiang was very happy after hearing this and led Su Liu out.
When Mrs. Huang saw Su Liu directly ignoring her, her lungs exploded with anger. She said sternly without thinking: "Liu girl, what are you doing? Even after your father died, you didn't even agree to spend a few dollars to perform rituals? You
This is a great act of unfilial piety, and I am not afraid of the ridicule of the world."
Su Liu stopped, turned around and looked at her, and said coldly: "Old Mrs. Huang, I think you are deaf and can't hear clearly. I made it very clear just now that I am no longer a member of the Su family, and I am no longer a member of the Su family when I come here.
Out of morality. If you really want to do something good for your son, why not use the little money that you took away from me as a filial piety to the old man and cry for him for seven or forty-nine days?"
After hearing this, Mrs. Huang's face turned from green to purple, and she wanted to curse loudly. Fortunately, the people around her stopped her, so she didn't make a fool of herself in front of the dead man.
Su Liu snorted coldly, and went directly to Mr. Su's house without looking at them.
The funeral was held in the east courtyard, where all the people who came to help gathered. However, the west courtyard was almost empty and very quiet. I could only vaguely hear the chatter of the wives in the kitchen.
Su Qingxiang led Su Liu to the old man's house and called out: "Lao San, who do you think is here? Girl Liu is back."
Mr. Su, who was lying on the kang, had been looking at the window. Hearing the sound, he turned his head with difficulty. When he saw the two sisters Su Liu, tears suddenly flowed from his cloudy eyes.
