Chapter 477 Carrying the Coffin
Zhou Jianwu did not step aside even though the tip of the knife was about to touch his neck.
He looked at the coffin in front of him, then raised his head to look at Chusan, whose eyes were bloodshot, and said in a deep voice, "I am my mother's son, and it is my responsibility to carry the coffin."
When a person dies, it is like a light going out. Even though Zhou Jianwu cannot understand what his mother did during her lifetime, she is his mother and it is his responsibility to do these things. He will not shirk this responsibility.
Chusan was not convinced by Zhou Jianwu's words. He snorted coldly and said, "Who do you think you are!"
In Chu San's eyes, no one is qualified to tell his master what to do, especially Zhou Jianwu.
As a child, he scolds and blames his own biological mother. Who does he think he is!
If his master hadn't been unwilling, Chu San really wanted Zhou Jianwu to go down and atone for his master's sins.
Zhou Jianwu still did not retreat. He knelt on the ground stubbornly, blocking the front of the coffin and staring at Chu San.
It was as if if Chu San didn't agree, he would kneel here and die.
“Get out of the way!”
Just when Chu San couldn't help but want to swing the knife, Nanny Wang, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke.
"Let him carry it."
"No!" Chusan refused without even thinking.
He would not let these ungrateful people get close to his master's coffin.
"Third day of the new year." Nanny Wang's voice was so hoarse that she could hardly speak.
She rested one hand on the coffin, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but her eyes were full of sadness.
"Your Highness, I am willing."
When I heard the word "willing", I closed my eyes.
In their world, there is no right or wrong.
What their master thinks is right is right; what their master thinks is wrong is wrong.
In their minds, the right and wrong all depend on Ji Mingzhu.
If we were to ask who the third-year junior high school students hate the most at this moment, it would probably be the first-year junior high school students.
They had sworn to be loyal to Ji Mingzhu until death, but Chuyi has now forgotten his original intention and stood against his master.
Chu San clenched the sword in his hand and slowly dropped it.
If the master really wants Zhou Jianwu to carry the coffin, then he will oblige him.
As for the first day of the new year, he would kill him to offer sacrifice to the master's spirit in heaven.
"good."
Chusan put away his knife and retreated.
Zhou Jianwu breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
The moment Zhou Jianwu stood up, the Zhou family members behind him stood up one after another. Zhou Yunjia even followed behind his father, ready to replace his father on the fifth and seventh days of the New Year.
Zhou Jianwu had taken care of his body for a year, but now he still had to grit his teeth to lift the coffin; Zhou Yunjia, who had no talent in martial arts and was a lazy person, almost fell to his knees when he lifted the coffin and felt the weight coming down.
Fortunately, Chuwu already knew Zhou Yunjia's background. When Zhou Yunjia's legs were weak and he was about to kneel on the ground, the coffin had already fallen into Chuwu's hands.
Zhou Yunjia's fair cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"sorry."
Zhou Yunjia looked at Chuwu who took the coffin, and wanted to ask if he could give himself another chance, but looking at Chuwu's expressionless face, he knew that he no longer had a chance.
"Give it to me."
The sudden sound attracted everyone's attention.
Zhou Yunqi, still in military uniform, suddenly appeared at the gate of Changle Palace.
The moment Li Jialan saw her son appear, tears fell.
After Zhou Yunqi finished speaking, he came to Li Jialan's side and comforted his mother. Then he came behind the coffin and looked at Chuwu, "Give it to me. I will carry the coffin for my grandmother."
Chuwu looked at Zhou Yunqi and made way for him.
After Zhou Yunqi lifted the coffin, he said to Zhou Jianwu in front of him, "Second Uncle, let's go."
Zhou Jianwu was in front, Zhou Yunqi was behind, and Zhou Yunjia stood next to the coffin.
After Zhou Jianwu and Zhou Yunqi carried the coffin out of Changle Palace, Li Jialan and others followed the coffin with the children, and they walked step by step towards the palace gate.
Ji Mingzhu's coffin was buried at dawn.
Led by Zhou Jianwu and Zhou Yunqi, they used shovels to fill Ji Mingzhu's grave bit by bit.
The funeral was hasty and simple, starting at sunrise and ending when the sunlight filled the earth.
After the funeral, Ji Sheng took Xixi away.
Ji Sheng felt that he had done everything he should have done, and done it very well.
Zhou Jianwu knelt in front of Ji Mingzhu's grave without moving, and Zhou Jianying knelt behind him without moving.
The children could not kneel any longer, so Li Jialan and Wu Yue had already helped the younger ones stand up.
"What is Mammy doing?"
Yuan Ruo pointed at Nanny Wang who was not far behind Ji Mingzhu's grave and asked.
Nanny Wang dug a pit, a pit less than five meters away from Ji Mingzhu's tomb.
The pit is just big enough for one person.
Li Jialan and Wu Yue frowned. When Li Jialan was about to step forward to ask, her view was suddenly blocked by her son, which also blocked the view of Yuan Li and Yuan Yi.
"Mammy!"
Zhou Yunjia's scream made everyone look at Nanny Wang.
When Li Jialan walked around her son and looked over, Nanny Wang had disappeared.
Nanny Wang committed suicide.
After she instructed that she would be buried on the third day of junior high school, she committed suicide by standing in the grave she had dug for herself.
Nanny Wang, or should I say Wang Xiuying.
She once promised her princess that she would always be by her side, no matter if it was through fire or water or hell. How could she let her noble princess face it alone?
Therefore, from the moment her princess passed away, Wang Xiuying had decided to follow her.
The most important thing to her in this world is being a princess.
The children's cries rang out again, filled with confusion, fear, and of course sadness.
Zhou Jianwu just knelt in front of his mother's grave, his eyes full of shock.
He, his elder brother, his younger sister, and even all the younger generations in the Zhou family were basically raised by Nanny Wang.
In just one day, the two most important people in his life left this world one after another.
Zhou Yunqi and the others did not let Nanny Wang just lie in the pit.
Nanny Wang committed suicide suddenly. Zhou Yunqi and Chuqi went to Xiaohe Village and bought a thin coffin prepared for them by the villagers' elders, and placed Nanny Wang properly in the coffin.
Nanny Wang was buried together with Zhou Yunqi and Zhou Yunjia.
During this time, Zhou Yunjia looked at Chu San and others from time to time, fearing that if he made a mistake, they would commit suicide in front of their grandmother's grave like Nanny Wang.
But Chu San and the others didn't do that. They still had things to do, and if they went to find their master like this, they really didn't have the face to face her.
No one can live safely in this world after betraying his master.
Especially the first day of the new year.
What Chu San and others could not accept the most was Chu Yi's betrayal of their master.
What they didn't expect was that before they left Xiaohe Village to seek revenge on Chuyi, Chuyi came to Xiaohe Village by himself and came to Ji Mingzhu's tomb.
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