Due to emotions and reasons, Jia Liu, as his great-grandson, had to perform a ritual ceremony for the old man who was reduced to ashes.
Otherwise, it would be too outrageous and your conscience would be uneasy.
After all, blood is thicker than water.
Otherwise, could he get an old man who has lived in rural Shanxi for hundreds of years to a big villa in the city?
It's impossible!
Taking ten thousand steps back, why doesn't he want to go after someone else's old man, but why do he want to go after his own house?
Isn’t this still emotional?
Therefore, Jia Liu felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought of the old lady being reduced to ashes.
Didn't even eat lunch.
During the afternoon meeting, he often lost his mind and sighed from time to time, which made the participants confused.
Shuan Zhu, who understood the young master's thoughts best, specifically told the young master after dinner that he could invite some monks and Taoist priests to hold a small water and land ceremony.
I tried my best to make the old man feel better.
"It makes sense, but it can't be done this way. I am the emperor and the son of the people. What does it mean to take the lead in engaging in feudal superstition!"
In fact, Jia Liu still wanted to engage in feudal superstition, because he believed in it more or less.
However, the current situation is special. He is in the military and not at home. It would be bad if the situation does not affect him.
This matter was put on hold for the time being.
At night, the old man came to talk to Mr. Yang with two kilograms of pig head meat and heard about it. He immediately became interested in it. He came over before dawn the next day to pay his respects to the emperor, and then took out what he had thought of during the night.
A compromise plan.
It’s not possible to have a grand ceremony, but you can hold a small-scale ceremony behind closed doors.
The smaller the number of participants, the better. It would be best if the emperor, Manager Yang and him are included.
President Li didn’t even notify him.
"That's a good idea. If it works, I'll leave this to you."
Because he was anxious to hear the military work report from First Army Admiral Baoning and Chief of Staff Bao Guozhong, Jia Liu had no time to listen to Lao A's specific plan, leaving him and Shuan Zhu to take full responsibility.
There was no work planned in the afternoon, so I was going to refresh myself because someone had already been sent to Tongzhou to bring Mr. Shungui over.
It's not just for fun, and he's not a lecherous person. The main thing is to cultivate feelings and have in-depth communication. After all, Shun Guiren and her brother Fu Qing are leading troops in Jiangnan, and there are thousands of Eight Banners soldiers under his command.
It will come in handy when the time comes to deal with Da Laobiao.
If you want your brother-in-law to be obedient, of course you have to coax your sister well.
Not long after I lay down, there was a knock on the door outside.
It's the old man.
He said it was done and asked the emperor to come over and make an appearance.
"Not only does your work make me feel at ease, it is also very efficient!"
Jia Liu, who puts filial piety first, got up in a hurry and said to Lao A while getting dressed: "By the way, I'll report back to the finance department how much I spent."
"Being able to spend money for Your Majesty is a blessing I earned in my previous life, and it is a good thing that no one else can ask for. How can I reimburse you!"
Lao Ah's realization brought him a few kilometers further away from Siberia.
"Okay, lead the way."
Jia Liu patted the old man with satisfaction, and felt more and more that this Manchu Tatar liked him very much.
When compared with Wang Fuyou, he is much more pleasing to the eye than that rebellious guy Azu.
"Hi!"
The old man opened the way with a flattering smile on his face and his butt in the air.
The monarch and his ministers walked quietly in Pangezhuang for a while, and then arrived at a secluded courtyard in the east.
There are guards guarding the outside, and there are three layers of defense measures on the inside and outside of the Forbidden Army nearby. There is absolutely no problem in terms of safety.
"Your Majesty, please come inside!"
The old man pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and a large grave head filled with mourning sticks suddenly appeared in front of Jia Liu.
Beside the grave, Shuan Zhu was folding paper money.
I discounted it symbolically because I bought too much, enough to fill a carriage.
"No, didn't my old lady turn into ashes?"
Jia Liuqi has become a big monster. Jia Han is an old man. Not to mention his limbs and arms, but his ashes have been scattered. What's going on with these two fools building a tomb for him?
"Your Majesty, this is the tomb!"
Lao A emphasized that content is not important, as long as the form is in place.
Jia Liuyi thought it right, both of them were also fools, so there was no need to be so serious.
"Your Majesty, please raise your hand."
The old man thoughtfully stepped forward and changed the white hat, hemp rope and straw sandals for the emperor, and handed the two mourning sticks into the hands of the emperor.
These are professional props bought from Pangezhuang Shroud Shop, not crude equipment made by the emperor himself.
After dressing up, the pattern of a filial son in front of the grave suddenly appeared.
Jia Liu was quite satisfied with this outfit. It was the style he wanted and the feeling he wanted.
After all, it is a brand-name product, but it is different.
"Where's down there?"
Jia Liu was at the mercy of Lao A.
This is also very particular.
When an ancestor dies, no matter whether he is a commoner or an emperor, he must obey the funeral arrangements.
It was obvious that Lao A was the one in charge of the funeral.
Of course, it’s not new mourning, it’s old mourning.
But it's all the same.
The old man arranged the process: "When I knock the wooden fish later, Your Majesty will circle around the tomb and cry while walking around. It is best to call in the heart for the return of Han Fu Gong's spirit..."
Jia Liu listened attentively and was very satisfied with the details of the process. However, how could Lao A be both civil and military?
In surprise, the old man had already put a cassock on his body, and also held a wooden fish in his hand. He started knocking "Dudududu", and his mouth made a heavenly Zen sound like an eminent monk.
He looked at Jia Liu for a moment, and at the same time, he also felt that the cassock on the old man's body looked quite familiar, as if he had worn it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for the moment.
"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, my cassock is torn, there is no Amitabha Buddha, there is no Amitabha Buddha..."
Not to mention, the old man is really professional. The "Vajra Father Lotus Sutra" was sung from his mouth, which was very touching.
Upon hearing this, Jia Liu's heart melted on the spot.
I would rather have Lao Aguan imprisoned for the rest of his life than let him go to Siberia and suffer that punishment.
"Master, don't be stunned, let's start."
Shuan Zhu carried the folded paper money to the old man's tomb, knelt down with a plop, thought about it, and got himself a white hat, then knelt down again and started to remit money to the old man.
As the son of the Jia family, Shuan Zhu is qualified to wear a white hat.
"Ah? Oh, good!"
Jia Liu quickly got into character and circled around the old man's grave carrying two mourning sticks.
I cried while turning around, and at the same time called the old man to come back early as he said.
After spinning around for a few times, I felt dizzy, so I squatted on the ground and worked with Shuan Zhu to transfer money to the old man.
One after another, heart-wrenching cries came from my ears.
"I haven't spoken with tears, and cried, "Damn it, my cruel wife. In the past, seeing you was just to bring good news, but today I want to express my grievances..."
It’s the old man!
I'm really crying, and the cry is absolutely heartbreaking. It's dark and dark, I can't help but the meteor, I can't be burned but I'm frozen in the cold...
major!
A bite of authentic Henan Bangzi flavor.
Jia Liu was greatly moved when he heard this. It is true that time has seen people's hearts and their loyal ministers have become loyal.
"Master, you have to cry too."
Shuan Zhu reminds the young master to be pious and to feel guilty towards the old lady, because the young master is really sorry for the old lady and the master and the others.
Cry!
The old man should be a filial grandson. How could Jia Liu, a truly filial grandson, remain indifferent?
I just don’t know why I’m crying, and I really can’t squeeze out the tears.
Just pump it dryly, wiping my eyes with my sleeve from time to time.
I choked on the cigarette.
After crying for a while, the old man shouted and stopped, and quickly changed his role to act as a persuader: "Okay, okay, filial sons and virtuous grandsons express their condolences. The old man knows, and his spirit in heaven will bless his children and grandchildren with good fortune and longevity..."
Jia Liu quickly stopped talking and kowtowed to the old man a few times before slowly getting up.
As soon as I stood up, the paper money in the basin suddenly flew into the sky, floating like a tornado over the small courtyard.
Jia Liu was so shocked that he subconsciously sang: "This is the final battle. If we unite together until tomorrow, Intel Lachonnar will definitely come true!"
In an instant, paper money fell to the ground one after another, and tranquility returned to the small courtyard.
The scientific explanation is that Shuan Zhu held several large bundles of paper money and burned them together. As a result, the fire was so intense that the paper money went up into the sky.
After Heshisan bowed, Jia Liu felt greatly satisfied and his soul was greatly comforted.
After walking out of the small courtyard, I felt the sky was refreshing and my whole body was full of energy.
Lao Li came with the telegram. He searched for the emperor for a long time in the village but couldn't find the emperor. Later, he looked at the paper money here and found it.
Seeing that Lao Li was very anxious, Jia Liu quickly asked what happened.
As a result, he was told that he was too rich and wanted to hang his father and his brother above the city gate.
"If we had done this earlier, it would have been over. It would have cost me a long time."
As expected, money can make all the difference, and the old man came to fulfill his great-grandson's wish as soon as he received the remittance.
Jia Liu was overjoyed. Unexpectedly, President Duotou poured a basin of cold water over him.
It is said that Qianlong persuaded him to stop this matter.
"Uncle Worini, Qianlong is determined to go against me, isn't he? When I break the capital, I want this old guy to look good, etc..."
Jia Liu suddenly became excited and showed a solemn expression, "No, there seems to be something wrong with Lao Chen. Why do I think he wants to hug my thigh?"