He Xianjin was feeling a little dizzy after not sleeping for three nights.
The coffin hit his back, this time it was quite powerful.
He Xianjin narrowed his eyes, and saw several stars of different colors in front of him.
"Hurry up and hold Miss He!"
The female voice with full strength sounded a little more angry and frustrated, and the sound of the cane hitting the ground was so crackling that it was simply driving away the empty-ear listeners.
"Someone tie up the Third Master! Go and invite the Third Madam to the Bi Ma Hall! He Xiaoniang will continue the funeral procession. Fifth Brother, please take Xiaoyi with you and make sure that He Xiaoniang's Buddhist ceremony is properly performed."
The voice was tuned up.
"My third son is stubborn and has a wild personality. He is very difficult to teach. Today, he disturbed the funeral of my eldest son Chen Heng. I will punish him according to the family rules and will not tolerate him."
Every family has its own problems.
The Chen family relies on the eldest brother to support the family.
A merchant family produced a Jinshi scholar who became the Tongzhi of Chengdu Prefecture in Sichuan. Although he was only a sixth-rank official, he led the Chen family to make the leap from merchants to officials.
In the entire Xuanzhou Prefecture, who doesn't respect the Chen family?
Now, halfway through the flight, its wings broke.
As a result, the third generation of the Chen family's eldest son, who had successfully passed the provincial examination and became a juren at a young age, had to give up the imperial examination and returned to his hometown to guard the casket in disgrace, not knowing what his future would be.
Madam Qu spoke with great force.
Visitors to the funeral hall either sighed, or felt the same pain, or secretly gloated over the misfortune.
He Xianjin was supported by two people on each side, with a linen mourning hat on her forehead, just covering most of her face.
She opened her eyes with great pain, and when she looked up, she saw a tall, cold and handsome young man standing behind Madam Qu.
Is this the rising star of the Chen family?
He does not look very old.
Looks to be in his early twenties.
My luck is indeed not very good.
It is said that he passed the provincial examination in the autumn last year with a good ranking. If he can strike while the iron is hot and successfully take part in the metropolitan examination the year after the provincial examination, whether he can pass the examination and become a Jinshi will be a huge step for both him and the Chen family.
Now that my father has passed away, I will observe mourning for at least three years.
After three years, who knows how many more scholars will be sharpening their knives and full of confidence in the examination hall?
Are scholars in their twenties more popular? Or are scholars in their thirties more popular?
Of course, the younger you are, the brighter your future will be.
Age discrimination is inevitable in any workplace...
The Star of Hope kept his head down. He was not interested in Chen Fu being tied up and walked inside with a rag stuffed in his mouth, cursing the world, or He Xiaoniang's coffin being orderly directed by the middle-aged man called Wu Bo to bypass another funeral.
Until Mrs. Qu made the final decision on He Xianjin's destination.
——"Send Miss He back to Yiyuan and ask a doctor to come and see her. Let Miss He rest quietly in the yard for the next few days."
He Xianjin was completely separated.
Her fate may be settled.
He Xianjin realized this and looked up again, just in time to meet Hope's gaze.
Exploration and depth are hidden in the dark brown pupils.
Like a Chihuahua who looks at everything with curiosity.
The only difference between Star of Hope and Chihuahua is that Star of Hope's eyes are not protruding.
It's even kind of pretty.
He Xianjin's eyes were open, but the Star of Hope was the first to frown and look away.
Uh, okay, if it were her, she would also hate burdens with no sense of boundaries.
After noon, there were more than ten stacks of paper placed in the hemp-binding hall, with the astringent smell of bamboo hemp, the bitter smell of lime powder, and the faint fragrance of mulberry bark...
Among the hundreds of flavors on the paper, there is a wisp of smoke.
Mrs. Qu took a cup of tea, but before she drank it, her mouth was full of bitterness. She sighed and looked down at her anxious daughter-in-law.
"Qiu Niang, the third child is a bastard. When the first and second children were born, the Chen family was still struggling to make a living in Jing County. We waited until our Chen family had our own workshop and hired more than 20 employees before we took the third child... He was also a posthumous child, and the head of the family could leave at will. I have indeed committed the three major sins of indulgence, doting, and forgiving towards him."
Qu Erniang, an old friend and Mrs. Qu's distant cousin, presented three wives, Mrs. Sun, with four kinds of cakes.
Madam Qu called to Sun, "I called you here in the middle of the day. Have you not eaten yet? Have a few bites of pastry to fill your stomach."
Sun buried her head and said nothing.
Qu Er Niang was a little unhappy. Her mother-in-law had used such a harsh word as "sin", so as a daughter-in-law, she should at least say a few words of comfort, right?
"Bang--"
Qu Erniang unconsciously put down the plate of pastries with bigger movements.
Sun raised her head, pursed her lips, and was about to speak, but she saw Old Madam Qu tiredly supporting her forehead and waving at her.
"Ah Er, don't be so rude to Qiu Niang. The third child has behaved ridiculously. It's the Chen family that has wronged her. It's normal for her to feel sad. The third child is now tied up in the stable by me. Before he comes, you and I, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, should have a face-to-face talk about what to do next."
"If you really don't want to live with him anymore, I'll write you a divorce letter and give you the mulberry paper workshop in the east of the city and the small courtyard next to it. You and the third brother's three sons and one daughter will all stay in the Chen family. What do you think? Is that okay?"
Sun felt like he was hit by a sudden blow!
She has endured it for almost ten years!
He finally died! The clouds finally cleared and the moon appeared! Why should she divorce him at this time!
"My wife and the Third Master have been married for more than 20 years. The eldest son is over 20 years old. My wife...my wife wants to divorce...anyone else..." Sun's eyes were red. "Which man doesn't have a few girls he likes? My wife is not intolerant. She has lived like this for so many years..."
Madam Qu nodded, then changed the subject, her tone a little sharp, "If you don't hate the Third Brother to the core, why did you instigate him to carry He's coffin to the First Brother's funeral hall to cause trouble!?"
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