The next day, Qiancheng Kingdom held the funeral ceremony for the divine king Hong Juncheng.
According to Hong Juncheng's last edict, the funeral should be simple.
How simplified?
Hong Zhenji only called the queen, Hong Huayun, Hong Huaheng and others to send Hong Juncheng to the imperial mausoleum.
All etiquette should be avoided if possible, but those that are really unavoidable, such as the prescribed procedures such as weeping, crying, and crying as stipulated in the "Funeral Ceremony", are all completed by the Hong family.
The civil and military officials paid their respects for a moment and then left immediately.
In every state and county across the country, a notice was posted stating that the funeral was over.
Do the ministers have any opinions?
have!
Dare you mention it?
Don't dare.
In Qiancheng Kingdom, no one dares to question the decision of the God King.
The craftsmen of Shenlin City were frightened when they learned that the Lord Shen had passed away.
Some quickly ran out of the city.
Some rushed to the market to buy food.
On the next day, the people in the city consciously put on mourning clothes and walked to the street. They saw that all the officials, big and small, were wearing official robes, and no one was wearing mourning clothes.
What is the situation?
Why do these officials want to rebel?
The people didn't dare to ask any more questions and just walked around with their heads down.
When they arrived at the market and found out that it was open, they didn't dare to go in and didn't even have the courage to take a second look.
"Why is this market still open?"
"Who knows, it's hard to say what's going on here."
"Why don't you go in and take a look?"
"Why are you crazy? Let's go quickly. Didn't you see the Splendid Pen Manager over there?"
No one knows why the market was opened, not even the policemen at Anshi Yamen know the inside story.
They only knew that this was Lord Anshi's order, and he specifically told them not to wear mourning clothes.
Liu Wanzhong, the ninth-grade Jinxiu pen official, cried all night. At dawn, he stood up from the sacred throne of the divine king.
When he learned that the divine king had passed away, Liu Wanzhong immediately fainted. When he woke up, he didn't sleep or eat, and cried bitterly.
His wife was whipped several times because she didn't cry as much as she could.
His mother was too old to cry, and he knocked out a tooth. The old lady cried heartbrokenly in front of her soul.
After wiping away his tears, Liu Wanzhong left his home and walked to the street with red and swollen eyes.
Although we are deeply saddened, we must not forget the duties of the Jinxiu pen clerk, especially during the funeral.
During the funeral period, it is a great opportunity for Jinxiu Writer to be promoted. This may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he cannot miss it no matter what.
Liu Wanzhong endured the grief in his heart and walked on the street. He saw everyone wearing mourning clothes and their expressions were dark and solemn.
Liu Wanzhong walked up and down the street for two hours, but gained nothing.
This street is his territory, and most of the people on the street know him. I'm afraid he won't be able to do it in the open, because he will be in the dark, and he will be unprepared.
Liu Wanzhong was about to hide behind a willow tree at the corner of the street, but he saw a beggar lying behind the willow tree, taking a nap under the tree.
This beggar is not wearing mourning clothes.
Liu Wanzhong was overjoyed, rushed forward and kicked the beggar: "You villain, get up."
The beggar rubbed his sleepy eyes, stood up and said, "What are you doing?"
Liu Wanzhong shouted angrily: "The king of gods has passed away and the whole country is in mourning. Why don't you wear mourning clothes? What's your intention? It's obviously disrespectful to the king of gods, disrespectful to etiquette and law, and disobeying the law. Follow me to the Yamen!"
Liu Wanzhong stepped forward and grabbed the beggar's arm. The beggar pulled back, making Liu Wanzhong stagger.
This beggar is so strong!
Just when Liu Wanzhong was shocked, he saw the beggar waved his arm and slapped Liu Wanzhong on the left side of his face!
Snapped!
Liu Wanzhong's cheeks were hot, as if a layer of flesh had been torn off.
"You, you, you dare to hit me?" Although Liu Wanzhong is only a ninth-grade official, he always remembers that he is an official and is fundamentally different from a gangster.
Today I was actually beaten by a scoundrel, a beggar, and a scoundrel among scoundrels.
Just as he was stunned, the beggar waved his right hand and slapped Liu Wanzhong again on the left side of his face.
Snapped!
Liu Wanzhong felt a ringing in his ears.
The beggar shouted: "I'm sleeping under the tree, what's wrong with you? Why are you kicking me?"
Liu Wanzhong looked in a daze and murmured: "I, I mean, today is the funeral of Shenjun, why don't you wear mourning clothes?"
Snapped!
The beggar slapped Liu Wanzhong in the face again and hit him on the left side of his face.
"Who asked me to wear mourning clothes? Are you so blind? Can't you read? The notice said that the Lord God passed away, why are you talking about mourning clothes with me?"
"At the funeral of the divine king, the whole country mourns. This is the etiquette..."
Snapped!
Another slap in the face, also on the left cheek.
"What the hell are you talking about etiquette to me?"
Snapped!
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
Snapped!
"The imperial court didn't even ask for mourning clothes to be worn, so what on earth are you talking about?"
Liu Wanzhong saw stars in his eyes and staggered on the spot, as if he was drunk and couldn't wake up for a long time.
After he regained his breath, Liu Wanzhong burst into tears: "Hit me, hit me, he hit me..."
A person next to me passed by wearing an official robe. Judging from the color and style of the robe, he seemed to be an official of the eighth rank.
Liu Wanzhong stepped forward and knelt in front of the official and said, "Sir, that guy was beating me just now. He beat me..."
"Who beat you?" The official looked at Liu Wanzhong.
Liu Wanzhong pointed at the beggar, but found that the beggar was missing: "He beat me, he is a beggar, he beat the court official in the street..."
The official frowned and said, "What is Huazi? Where is it?"
"He was still here just now." Liu Wanzhong looked around and couldn't find the beggar.
The official shouted: "Why did he hit you?"
Liu Wanzhong said: "He will not wear mourning clothes during the funeral of the Lord God. I will take him to the Yamen..."
The official stepped forward and slapped Liu Wanzhong on the left side of his face: "Who asked you to wear mourning clothes?"
Liu Wanzhong covered his face, got up from the ground, kept his original posture, knelt on the ground and said: "The death of the divine king is an ancient ritual of our Qiancheng Kingdom..."
The official slapped me again and slapped him on the other cheek: "Who the hell are you talking about etiquette with me here? The new king is about to ascend the throne. It's such a great day, why the hell are you here to add bad luck to me."
Liu Wanzhong covered the left side of his face and kept crying, but did not dare to cry out.
The official shouted to everyone: "Take off your mourning clothes, show me your smiling faces, and live a good life with the new king."
After saying that, the official lowered his head, looked at Liu Wanzhong and said: "Stand here for me on the street. If you see anyone still wearing mourning clothes, ask them to change immediately. I will come back to this street later. If I see anyone, A man in mourning clothes will take you to the Criminal Department Yamen for torture!"
The official left, and those who gathered around to watch the excitement left quickly and went home to take off their mourning clothes.
Liu Wanzhong knelt on the ground, not knowing the origin of the man just now.
He said he was from the Ministry of Justice, is that true or false?
Seeing that the man had just turned the corner, Liu Wanzhong followed him quietly, wanting to see where he was going.
I lay down on the street and took a look, and suddenly I saw the official standing in front of me.
"I asked you to guard the streets, but you didn't listen, right?"
Snap! Another slap in the face, also on the left cheek.
"Sir, I want to..."
"I told you not to listen!"
Snapped!
Each slap hit the left side of Liu Wanzhong's face, which was red, swollen, and bruised. The sides of his face were extremely asymmetrical, and the left cheek seemed to hold two eggs.
"You've got to wear your mourning clothes, you've got to wear your mourning clothes." Liu Wanzhong shed tears in the wind and stood there, crying even more sadly than last night.
…
Both the beggar and the official were pretended to be by Xu Zhiqiong.
Qiancheng people have some problems that will not be corrected for a while, which Xu Zhiqiong expected.
These deep-rooted habits were ingrained in their bones, and Xu Zhiqiong had to find a way to help them eradicate them.
Xu Zhiqiong came to the market. Although the market was open today, the market was empty. Xu Zhiqiong walked in, but it still attracted a lot of attention.
"That man went to the market."
"He's not even wearing mourning clothes."
"This man must be seeking death."
"You see clearly, he is wearing an official robe!"
Qiancheng people like to watch the excitement, and this temperament is somewhat useful.
Xu Zhiqiong walked to the door of the wine shop and looked at the price.
There are three qualities of wine: low-grade wine costs twenty cents per catty, medium-grade wine costs fifty cents per catty, and high-quality wine costs one hundred cents per catty.
The so-called high-grade wine means that the purity is higher, which has nothing to do with the so-called famous wine.
This price is not cheap even in Daxuan. Looking at the income of Qiancheng people, unless the farmers make their own wine, drinking alcohol is definitely an unimaginable luxury.
Xu Zhiqiong took out a small amount of money and slapped it on the desk.
An Anshi official came up and said, "You want to buy some wine?"
It is a serious crime to drink alcohol during the funeral of the God King. Who dares to buy wine on this day?
Xu Zhiqiong laughed and said: "If I don't buy wine, why do I want to see you? Do you look handsome?"
After saying that, Xu Zhiqiong slapped a handful of money on the table: "Ten pounds for the wine tasting."
The officer was stunned for a long time, and Xu Zhiqiong became angry: "Why are you deaf? I asked you to get a drink!"
Seeing that Xu Zhiqiong was wearing official robes and speaking fiercely, the officer quickly collected the money and went to buy wine.
Ten kilograms of wine and two large jars, Xu Zhiqiong held them in his arms and hummed, "It's hard to hold these."
He left the wine at the door of the wine shop, turned around and bought ten bowls from the shop next door.
"Dear elders, the new king has ascended the throne. It's a wonderful time. Today I would also like to add a blessing to the new king and treat you to a bowl of good wine!"
Everyone was shocked and thought this man was crazy!
During the funeral of the god king, he drank openly.
When the new king ascends the throne, what kind of bonus does he dare to give?
Who is he?
Even if you are an official, you cannot be so arrogant.
Everyone was wandering in front of the market, and no one dared to come in.
Yang Wu pretended to be a Lifu, wearing rags, entered the market, and said to Xu Zhiqiong: "Did you buy this wine?"
Here comes another lunatic. He is a coolie. How dare he drink someone else's wine?
When have you ever seen an official treat people to drinks?
"I'll treat you!" Xu Zhiqiong raised the jar and poured a large bowl for Yang Wu.
Yang Wu picked up the wine bowl and said, "Then I'll just drink it?"
"Drink, I didn't poison you!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Wu picked up the wine bowl, drank it cleanly, wiped his mouth, turned around and left.
He just left like that?
After drinking the master's wine, you just left like this?
Is this because he has eaten the heart of a bear or the courage of a leopard?
Brother Xing pretended to be a little beggar, walked into the market, and shouted: "I'll have a drink too."
Xu Zhiqiong blinked and said, "Would you like a bowl?"
"What? You won't give it? Doesn't your words count?"
This bastard came over to cause trouble! Xu Zhiqiong asked him to come over to cheer people up, but he came over and asked for a drink.
You can't say not to give it.
But can this little guy drink?
Xu Zhiqiong poured half a bowl for Brother Xing. Brother Xing picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
He didn't leave, but fell asleep at Xu Zhiqiong's feet.
Yuchilan dressed up as a burly man and stepped forward and said, "I want a bowl of wine too!"
"Easy to say!"
Xu Zhiqiong filled a bowl for Senior Sister.
An old man came up and said, "I'll have a drink too."
Fourth Master is also here.
Full!
Everyone, you have a bowl, I have a bowl, drink it happily.
So drinkable!
Really good!
The people watching at the entrance of the market stared at the bowls of good wine with their eyes wide open.
Several ragged craftsmen came forward and said, "Dang, do you really give me this?"
"Here! One bowl per person!" Xu Zhiqiong poured the bowls one by one.
These people are not shills, these people are serious people.
Someone took the lead, and more and more people came to the market.
An old man drank a bowl of wine. He had never drunk such good wine in his life.
Putting down the wine bowl, he wanted to kneel down and thank Xu Zhiqiong.
Xu Zhiqiong grabbed him and said, "You have to drink standing up, and you have to stand up to talk!"
A young man drank a bowl and smacked his lips, still thinking about it.
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Does it taste good?"
"Delicious!" The man nodded repeatedly.
"One more bowl!" Xu Zhiqiong poured another bowl.
Wu Si said from the side: "Why should he drink one more bowl?"
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "I have eaten his steamed buns."
Steamed bun?
The man held the wine bowl and looked at Xu Zhiqiong, trembling for a long time.
"You, you are that, good, a hero..."
"Drink, it's all spilled!"
Xu Zhiqiong poured bowl after bowl, and in a blink of an eye, the two jars of wine were empty.
"Shopkeeper!" Xu Zhiqiong called to the clerk, "Bring me another ten kilograms of wine!"
The officer was so frightened that he said, "Sir, please don't cause trouble like this again."
"It's your mother's fault. I'm here to buy a drink. Who's causing trouble? Call me quickly!"
The market gradually became crowded with people.
Maybe he drank too much, so someone laughed.
When one person laughs, a group of people laugh along with him.