Chapter 93 Mr. Tai faces difficulties one after another!
Tai Jizong shook his head and replied, "No, I asked the old man too. He said that your uncle's friends didn't seem to know anything about it beforehand, and the people watching nearby didn't look suspicious.
"There are only two possibilities for the disaster that befell your family. Either it was a sudden act of bandits or robbers who were out to get their money, or someone had been planning for a long time to kill you and your son.
"Grandpa said you should stay in our house and never leave. Maybe the enemy is hiding in the dark!"
Tears welled up in Young Master Zheng's eyes again. He took a deep breath and nodded heavily.
"I know it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"
Tai Jizong patted his shoulder, but was still a little worried, so he gave Zhuzhu some instructions.
"Zhuzhu, stay with your little brother and don't let him run around. Uncle will come back and buy you something delicious!"
"Okay, second uncle!" The fat girl nodded quickly, her little face full of seriousness.
Tai Jizong pinched her chubby face and then left.
Tai Jizu took people to the foot of the mountain in the north to collect soil. When he came back, he met his younger brother. The two talked for a few more words, and finally gave each other instructions before going on their own business.
At this moment, in front of the Zheng family's gate, Mr. Tai also encountered a small problem.
It turned out that the hired maid recognized who was Madam Zheng and naturally put her separately in the best coffin.
But when it came to identifying Young Master Zheng's body, no one could say for sure.
Mrs. Zheng was afraid that her son would be lonely and have no playmates, so she bought many servants of the same age to accompany her son to play Cuju or write and read.
The Zheng family was wealthy, and these servants were well-dressed. They lay side by side on the ground, covered with white hemp cloth, and for a moment it was really impossible to tell who was who.
What's even more difficult is that all the masters and servants of the Zheng family have died, and there is no one familiar with the family to help identify them.
Several of Uncle Chen's friends were standing together with the officials, all feeling embarrassed.
Old Master Tai was afraid that if he delayed too long, people would find out that Young Master Zheng was not among them, so he looked at the bodies of the servants one by one without leaving any trace, and then interjected a few words.
"Earlier, when Butler Zheng came to our house to deliver something, he mentioned that Young Master Zheng had injured his leg while wandering around for a few days, so he couldn't come to our house in person to express his gratitude.
"If you think about it carefully, it's only been a few days. I'm sure there are still traces of the wound. Why don't we use this clue to identify it?"
"Oh, really? Master Zheng has ever been injured? That's great."
"Yeah, check it out quickly."
Uncle Chen's friends didn't doubt this statement at all.
Because the Zheng family only had a sickly Mrs. Zheng at home, although they helped to find Young Master Zheng, they did not visit him afterwards. They only asked the servants to send some medicinal herbs and supplements.
The official was also anxious to return to the government office to report, and did not want to cause any further trouble.
At this moment, when they heard that Mr. Tai could identify it, they immediately started to make arrangements.
Soon, the body of the servant with a wound on his left calf was picked out, dressed in decent burial clothes, placed in a coffin, and carried next to Madam Zheng's coffin.
The "mother and son" lay side by side in the mourning shed. Several of Uncle Chen's friends burned incense and paper, and after completing the rituals, they returned to the city.
Grandpa Tai and his clansmen were left behind to guard the place for seven days.
The manager in charge of accounting followed his master's instructions and was very generous in arranging meals for everyone in the Tai family.
Because they are not blood relatives of the Zheng family, they do not have to eat vegetarian food.
A big bowl of white rice and pork stew, enough to fill you up.
Everyone in the Tai family was extremely surprised. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, they would probably cheer.
Mr. Tai thought of Young Master Zheng at home, and took his children and grandchildren to eat only white rice, as a way of doing his best to represent Young Master Zheng who could not be present...
That night, Mr. Tai led people to keep vigil over the body.
Early the next morning, nearby neighbors and people who had some connections with the Zheng family or Uncle Chen began to come to pay their respects.
Old Master Tai pretended to be sleepy and dozed off beside the mourning shed, but he was actually carefully observing the expressions of the people who came, trying to find out who was behind the disaster.
Sadly, some of the visitors were grieving, some sighed, and some just dealt with it with disdain, but not one of them looked as if they had succeeded in their evil scheme...
On the sixth day, several of Uncle Chen's friends came over again to discuss the burial place of the Zheng family.
Because of his sudden death, there was no need to think about burying him in the Zheng family's ancestral tomb.
Of course, the Zheng family used to be a poor family. They fled from famine in the south and had no decent ancestral tomb.
Later, Lord Zheng got married, donated his official position and left Tai'an, even taking my mother with him, so there was no arrangement for me here.
Uncle Chen's friends were in a dilemma. They had some mountain land at home, but they couldn't bury the Zheng family members there. They couldn't allow the souls of those who died so miserably to remain.
If you make any mistakes, there will be no way to regret it.
Finally, it was Old Master Tai who said, "Whether the Zheng or Chen families have a farm, it would be better to open up a separate cemetery. This would make it convenient for Lord Zheng or Uncle Chen to move the graves when they return."
The eyes of the others brightened after being reminded.
They actually knew that the Chen family owned a farm, and when the peach blossoms were in bloom, they had gone there with Uncle Chen to drink wine.
Although we don’t know whether the land deeds were burned together, but with Lord Zheng’s face, no one in Tai’an County would dare to snatch them.
The most important thing is to bury your own family members in your own land. Even if it violates taboos, it has nothing to do with them.
So, that's how it was settled.
However, when looking for a Feng Shui master to choose a good location, difficulties arose.
The Zheng family was wiped out, it was so horrific that every Feng Shui master who received the invitation tried to refuse.
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