Chapter 176 Funeral Hall
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Organizing a funeral is a very tiring thing.
It's very tiring.
It takes a lot of time.
It's also tiring emotionally. The body
must be kept for at least a few days, and a good day must be chosen for burial, so that the body will not be disturbed after death.
If the young person dies young, there are more things to pay attention to.
The Jiang family still invited the masters from Qingyuan Temple to perform rituals.
The masters didn't come out of the mountains before, and it was the nobles who came to the temple to offer sacrifices and pay a lot of money. If they wanted to come out of the mountains to perform rituals, it was only for the nobles, and it was super expensive.
However, since the counter-thieves came, Jiang Er has no respect for them after he came to power. The first thing he asked them to pay taxes.
The Buddha actually has to pay taxes.
If they don't pay taxes, they will bring a group of people to train in front of the temple every day.
All the pilgrims are scared away.
So now they also take cheap business, after all, the Buddha also needs to eat.
Every bite and every drink has its own cycle.
If the monks still charged the same price as before, the Jiang family would definitely not be able to afford them to perform rituals now. However, they have to pay taxes and reduce the cost of living, so the Jiang family can still afford them.
In fact, seeing these fat monks, Jiang Wan wondered if they could return some of the incense money that she and her grandmother had offered before, half, no, even one-third.
That much money, even one-tenth, is enough for a good life now.
Jiang Wan, who had never suffered, now thought back and found it incredible. How could she and her grandmother give so much incense money to the silent Buddha? It was enough for ordinary people to live for several lifetimes. Of
course, asking the Buddha to return the money was just a thought, and Jiang Wan would not ask for trouble.
The big monks sang and danced.
The gorgeous monk's robes were all patched up, which showed that life was not as good as before.
Jiang Rong was lying straight.
Old Madam Jiang was also lying straight.
Her injuries were almost healed, and she recovered very quickly. This was also due to her daily health preservation and attention to small details, so her recovery ability was almost the same as that of young people.
But suddenly he suffered such a misfortune, and he was injured and couldn't get up.
Jiang Rong is her legitimate grandson.
The only legitimate grandson.
This time when Prince Han came to Mingxian, she heard from outsiders that the two sons in Prince Han's mansion were not his at all, and he was raising sons for others.
This kind of shocking news has spread to Mingxian. There must be a reason for the smoke without a fire.
So the more impossible it is, the more true it is.
If this is true, then she only has Rong'er as a legitimate grandson.
The sound of wooden fish makes people feel upset.
Old Madam Jiang was lying there, feeling distressed and her whole body ached.
Jiang Huaisheng was a little numb and dazed. He just drank too much. When he woke up, Jing'er ran away, Shushu disappeared, and Rong'er died.
He stood guard in the mourning hall in a daze. It was such a disaster for an old man to send off a young man.
At this moment, he suddenly felt fortunate that Jing'er was gone. If she were still here, she would definitely be very sad.
He asked Wan'er to take a rest while he stayed with Rong'er.
After a person leaves, he is worried that his soul is lost, and he always needs relatives to guard him.
Jiang Huaisheng sat in the mourning hall, listening to the sound of wooden fish from the big monk, and he actually fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes, he was still in the mourning hall.
But it was much more sloppy.
There was no big monk to perform the ritual, and the coffin in front of him was also a thin coffin. Although it was colorful, it looked of average quality.
Not as good as the one he chose for Rong'er.
Who stole the coffins? This is too much.
He stood up and walked forward, only to find that the person lying inside was not Rong'er, but Jiang Feng.
He just wanted to laugh out loud. Although he was his nephew, he was actually just happy and relieved at this moment.
It was not Rong'er, Rong'er was not dead, but Jiang Feng was dead.
He looked up and suddenly saw a madman rushing in front of him, wanting to hack him to death. He
was shocked, fortunately he had guards, and four strong guards stopped the man.
It turned out to be a woman.
It was his brother's sister-in-law, and she was like a madman, roaring and howling, demanding his life.
The four people had a hard time catching her, but she didn't care about the distinction between men and women at all. Her clothes were torn, and she was still roaring there like a beast.
He saw his shabby brother come forward and hug the woman, shouting, "Xia Mei, Xia Mei."
Only then did she slowly calm down.
Jiang Huaisheng left the mourning hall with his guards. It was too deserted and scary here.
It felt like Jiang Feng in the thin coffin was conscious and was looking at him.
He left, but he still felt someone staring at him from behind.
He turned around and saw his brother leaning against the coffin, hugging a beast-like woman, looking at him.
The white curtains fluttered, covering his bloodshot eyes from time to time.
He felt like there was something stuck in his throat and was terrified. When he returned home, he begged his mother to go to Beijing together.
Finally, he left Ming County and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The carriage swayed and he fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes, he was still in the mourning hall.
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