A mighty procession walked across the long street, and at the front were two "path-blazers", each holding a Mingjing in their hands, which was shaped like a pavilion, with red silk hanging on it, and "Jinshi Jiji" written on one side. , with "History of Huxian County" written on one side, followed by a pair of big gongs, and a group of drummers in liveries playing and beating is very lively.
Then there are a few pairs of official title cards, and a soul-returning sedan chair. Behind the sedan chair are disciples of monks, Taoists, and Nuns, chanting sutras and evoking souls. Afterwards, there were countless white flags and flags, and paper money was scattered in snowflakes. Many people on the long street looked at the coffin and cried loudly, prostrating to the ground to worship.
A high-quality coffin was donated by Hong Dashan, and the coffins were all carried by county government officers or Zao Li, a total of 32 people, among whom Zhou Bantou and Subantou carried the first coffin, which is already a funeral. The highest standard is the highest standard, and if it goes up to forty-eight, it must be a person with a title.
There are hundreds of paper figurines and paper horses, all of which are carried by people. In front of the coffin, Li Yuncong wears a filial piety belt around his waist, holds a spiritual tablet in his hand, and wrote "the spiritual tablet of Ai Feng, the history of Huxian County".
Because Ai Dianshi is a foreigner, when his family arrives, he will have to unearth the coffin and transport it back to his hometown. At this time, the burial is just a matter of the whole heart of Hu County, so the burial place is not too far away. It is Huang Daxian, ten miles outside the city. At the foot of the ridge, there is a place surrounded by green mountains and green waters beside Qingshangou.
The burial pit had been dug long ago, the coffin was buried, soil was filled, a stele was erected, offerings were made, and incense was lit. As soon as the work was done, the monks, nuns, and Taoist priests walked around the grave three times, chanting words in their mouths. When the paper figurines and paper horses burned into a raging fire, Mr. Wang helped the county magistrate, who was crying so hard, to read the eulogy with tears streaming down his face.
Huazhixian tied a white silk around his waist, unfolded a piece of eulogy, and read with tears in his eyes: "Hey! On the day of Wei, I would like to offer a gift of wine and meat to sacrifice in front of the coffin of Dian Shi Ai Gong! Hey! The king is here, What can I say! Hey! If there are ghosts and gods, you should pass on my recitation! Hey! If you can hear this, oh, how sad..."
Among the crowd accompanying the sacrificial offering, a "little ghost" holding a flag calling for souls stood there, listening to the ups and downs of the eulogy of the county magistrate Hua Qingfeng, sighed softly, and whispered to a big-headed ghost next to him: "You say, in the future I will When you really died, was it as beautiful as it is now?"
The big-headed ghost said: "In principle, it is impossible! Can you be an official in the future? No! Will you have the whole county officials and people to organize your funeral for you in the future? No! Therefore, your funeral can only be done like ordinary people! "
Little ghost: "..."
The big-headed ghost looked at him, and comforted him: "But don't worry, big brother. Brother, I can earn money now. Let me know when you die, and I will definitely help you organize a funeral that is ten times more beautiful than this."
Little ghost: "..."
This little ghost is naturally Ye Xiaotian, and the big-headed ghost is Luo Daheng. that day. Ye Xiaotian broke into the third hall of the county government without fear, pushed the door open, and the blood-colored sunset poured in, and the ghosts and monsters in the hall were like snow lions on fire, unable to help them anymore.
What they were discussing was about unseen people. How could they bear the sudden intrusion of someone who was being plotted by him in such a grandiose way, not to mention the powerful psychological impact that this non-official official has brought to them these days. Given Ye Xiaotian's great prestige, they also have to consider whether Ye Xiaotian has left behind since he already knew about this conspiracy, and who would dare to make up his mind to put him to death
Ye Xiaotian didn't bother to pay attention to the embarrassment of Hua Zhixian, Wang Zhubo and others, and pointed out to them directly: Since Ai Dianshi's family is coming soon, he will finish his Dianshi, and he will leave, never Make known to the world that he pretended to be a classic history.
Of course, now that the matter has come to this point, Hua Zhixian and others have to believe Ye Xiaotian's promise, or not, they have no other choice.
So, two days later, a dangerous cliff on Huxian Post Road collapsed again due to the rain. Ai Dianshi personally led people to rescue. During the construction process, the cliff rubble rolled down. die for the country.
Ye Xiaotian didn't hide this matter from the tycoon, originally he wanted to sneak away, since he wanted to leave in such a "fair way", it didn't matter if one more person knew the secret.
Ai Dianshi died, and his death was so tragic... Even if the members of Ai's family became suspicious, they would never try to find out anything. Who has the ability to restore a rotten corpse
As for Ye Xiaotian's two "sisters", those who participated in the conspiracy in the government know that they are his sisters. They are two village girls who claim to have saved Ai Dianshi and were brought back to the county by Ai Dianshi's kindness. The two village girls have been appreciated by the magistrate's wife and have already stayed in the back house of the county government. Even if the Ai family is interested in these two village girls, how do they know what these two women who have lived in the county government since they arrived in Hu County look like
Hua Zhixian read the last sentence, opened his arms, and shouted loudly: "Woohoo! Ai Gong passed away suddenly. He was not heard when he went to his hall, and he was not seen when he entered his room. This situation is sad and heartbroken. Chat Prepare a little instrument, extend a little enthusiasm, and be enlightened, come to Gelaixin, and enjoy it!"
The tycoon supported Ming Jing, heaved a long sigh of relief, and whispered to Ye Xiaotian: "If I die one day, I will definitely ask the descendants to dig a hole and bury me."
Ye Xiaotian asked strangely: "Why is this?"
The tycoon said: "This kind of tossing will exhaust me to death."
Ye Xiaotian: "..."
The tycoon was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Brother, will you come back after you leave?"
Ye Xiaotian was also silent for a while, and said softly: "I'm afraid I won't have a chance to come back now."
The tycoon stretched out a hand, put it on Ye Xiaotian's, and said emotionally: "Brother, I will miss you."
Seeing the tears in the tycoon's eyes, Ye Xiaotian also grabbed his generous big hand: "I'm used to listening to your incoherent words. I'm still thinking about leaving now. I don't have a chance to come to Hu County again. Wait." Your business has grown, and when you want to go out, remember to come and see me. When you arrive in the capital, as soon as you inquire about Lao Ye’s house on Xingbu Street, everyone there will know about it!”
The tycoon nodded vigorously: "Yeah!" The tears that I wanted to hold back finally flowed out without disappointment. However, at this moment, the sad and inexplicable tycoon never imagined that Ye Xiaotian, the scourge, would come back so quickly, and with an unimaginable identity.
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Huazhi County, Wang Zhubo and others were ashamed of seeing Ye Xiaotian, presided over the funeral in a serious manner, and returned to the city one after another. Ye Xiaotian, who participated in the whole process of his funeral, bid farewell to Tycoon, Luo Xiaoye, Li Yuncong, Su Xuntian and others, and embarked on the road to Tongren.
A light car was waiting on the side of the road, on the shaft, Shui Wu and Leyao were waving happily to him, and Fuwaer, who was happy with the situation, stuffed his fat body into the car, holding a pile of bamboo shoots in front of him, and gnawed on it. It was such a joy.
"I knew there must be something strange in it!"
Standing in a dense forest on a high mountain slope, Yang Sanshou watched the funeral crowd disperse one after another, and watched Ye Xiaotian, who "found the truth", sneered repeatedly.
He didn't recognize Ye Xiaotian at first, but when he saw Shui Wu and Le Yao standing on the shaft of the car, he still couldn't guess who the man who was pretending to be a ghost with two mustaches was.
Yang Sanshou and his two attendants survived tenaciously in Hu County.
As the saying goes, wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and dogs travel thousands of miles to eat shit. How could it be so difficult for a man as capable as Sanshou Butler to survive in a different place? Relying on Yue Ming's skill and Erzhu's brute force, Yang Sanshou successfully conquered the beggars in Hu County and was promoted to beggar leader.
He doesn't have to go out to beg every day, and he has a lot of eyeliners, but these eyeliners are limited by their identities, and they can't help him find out too much news. The two sisters were rescued, and Ai Dianshi reported his kindness, and brought the two sisters into the city, where they are now working in the county magistrate's mansion.
After Yang Sanshou asked about the approximate ages of the village aunts and sisters, he became more suspicious. Therefore, after hearing that Ai Dianshi died at the site of the post road repair, he had great doubts about this matter, so he immediately Order those beggars to keep an eye on the county government.
Ye Xiaotian never imagined that Yang Sanshou would pursue Hu County persistently and become the leader of beggars. How could he guard against beggars cruising the streets? Although those beggars can't keep an eye on him, they have to keep an eye on one big and one small. It was very easy for the two women, not to mention the two women brought a fat panda with them.
Yang Sanshou grinned grimly and said, "This guy is so capable, I don't know what method he used, he pretended to be an official historian for so long, and now he faked his death and left. Let's see where he will run away this time!"
Yue Ming frowned, and said: "Master, we are standing in the wrong place. It seems that the carriages and horses are heading towards Tongren, but we are standing on the opposite mountain, looking at the mountain and running dead horses, waiting for us to catch up." , I don’t know where their chariots and horses have gone.”
Yang Sanshou said in displeasure: "Stupid! This is the right side of the neighborhood. If we don't stand here, can we see his whereabouts? Go, take a detour down the mountain, and you can only go to Tongren the other way. Where to go, can you still run them? Let's chase after them!"
When Xing Erdong heard this, he became worried again: "Uncle San, we still have to go after Tongren, what shall we eat there!"
Ye Xiaotian didn't know that Yang Sanshou and his men were driving him in the dark, he was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, waving his whip and driving the carriage, listening to the hooves of the horses "scratching", not to mention how happy he was. Although there have been many turmoil along the way, but now it is finally on the verge of achieving a positive result. When he arrives in Tongren, he meets Shui Wu's parents and persuades them to marry their daughter to him, so that he can return to the capital with his beautiful wife.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaotian felt joy in his heart, he flicked the horsewhip, hit a whip that was not too loud, and happily sang a folk song: "My heart is sad after losing my lover, as if I imitated it with my heart. I closed my eyes and looked at the sky." A kiss on the mouth, and a series of cute words..."
When Shui Wu in the car heard this song, she blushed immediately and spat at him secretly. The singing echoed in the valley. In the dense jungle, there was a figure following them inseparably. A hunting bow was slung on the man's shoulder, looming among the wormwood...