Chapter 560: Chi Shiyi

The dead are gone, how can the living behave?

The moment he saw Cao Shuo's body, not to mention that Li and Chu Yu turned their heads and shed tears, and couldn't bear to look at each other, even Cao Yin's body trembled and his eyes turned red.

Zhao Jia sat on the ground, holding her son's arm, looking like crazy.

Cao Yin waved his hands to Cao Xiang and Cao Feng and said, "What are you doing? Why don't you help your mother up?"

Cao Xiang held back tears and stepped forward, but Cao Fu took a step and hesitated. Looking at the blood stains on Cao Shuo's face, the horror on his face became more and more obvious.

"Madam..." Cao Xiang bent down and wanted to help Zhao Jia get up.

Zhao Jia straightened her body, how could she move?

Jinghui met by the side and also stepped forward to support Zhao Jia's other side.

Zhao Jia broke away from the hands of the two, threw herself on Cao Shuo, wiped the blood stains on his forehead with her hands, and murmured: "San'er, it hurts, right? Is it a prank for you?"

She blew Cao Shuo's forehead like coaxing a baby, and said to herself: "My son is so handsome..."

As she spoke, her shoulders trembled continuously, and her throat made a "guru" and "guru" sound, and began to twitch.

Seeing that she was not doing well, Li held back his sadness and advised him: "My brother and sister, get up first, the child... don't let the child leave unsteadily..."

When Zhao Jia heard this, she finally burst into tears: "Where is this unfilial bastard going? This unfilial thing, this unfilial thing..."

While crying, she reached out to beat Cao Shuo. She couldn't bear it and the slap fell on the floor tiles beside Cao Shuo.

It was another spar and persuasion that it took only half a minute for Zhao Jia, who had already lost his strength, was helped to the outer room by Chu Yu and Jinghui.

Cao Xiang was taken care of by Cao Shuo the most when he was young, and his brothers had the deepest feelings. At this moment, he bent down and pulled down the sleeves of his wrinkled clothes by Zhao Jia's, tears flowing from his face.

Since ancient times, white-haired people send black-haired people to have tragedies.

Cao Yin raised his head slightly, and the tears that were spinning in his eyes were not letting out.

He coughed and ordered Cao Xiang: "Look around and see if this bastard is left with nothing but words!"

"Yes!" Cao Xiang choked and responded, and went to Cao Shuo's bed to check.

The quilt on the bed was not pulled open, only half of it had wrinkles, which were the signs of people sitting.

Cao Xiang reached out and touched the pillow, but found no paper words. He looked around the small table in front of the bed and the table on the ground, but there was still nothing.

"Uncle..." Cao Xiang stood with his hands down.

Cao Yin frowned and asked, "Why is this what makes him unable to think about it? You brothers are often together. Let's talk about it? Is it because your third sister-in-law refuses to come back?"

Cao Xiang bit his lip, not only where he should have spoken, but he heard a "pop" sound, Cao leaned over and fell to the ground.

Cao Xiang stepped forward and wanted to support his younger brother, but he stopped, but he couldn't hide his anger on his face.

There was no one of my nephews. If there was any mistake from this young man, Cao Yin would die and would not have the shame to see his younger brother under the underworld. Cao Yin felt heartbroken and helped his nephew up.

However, looking at Cao Xiang's expression, there seemed to be something hidden.

Cao Yin sat down, pulled his face down, and said in a deep voice: "Well, Lao Si, tell me?"

Cao Xiang hesitated for a moment and lowered his head to tell the story of the casino coming to collect debts last night.

Cao Yin's face was ashen and he slapped his feet hard. He wanted to scold this incompetent nephew, but his chest was blocked and he couldn't say a word.

After Cao Xiang finished talking about debt collection, he turned to Cao Fu. Seeing his trembling look, he complained in his heart, but he couldn't bear to scold him.

Not to mention that Xiao Wu’s mistake last night was just a mistake, Cao Xiang himself, he knew that the third brother was prone to hiding his worries, so why didn’t he think about looking at this place after he persuaded his sister-in-law?

Cao Feng was so scared that he cried out, and whispered: "Fourth brother... I didn't mean it. I just thought you were united to coax my pockets, so I didn't agree to it. That was the younger brother who kept it for the birthday gift for my uncle and mother..."

After hearing this, Cao Yin looked like Cao Xiang and said, "What's going on? Isn't it a gambler? Why is Xiao Wu related?"

The truth is not complicated, but Cao Feng was close to the side door. When he heard the movement, he came to the West Crossing Courtyard to ask his brother.

During this conversation, Cao Shuo and Cao Xiang mentioned that they wanted to borrow his private money.

Cao Fu thought about it but didn't think so, and directly refused on the grounds that he wanted to leave money to prepare a birthday gift for his aunt and mother.

Li and Zhao Jia are 45 years old this year, which is also a small birthday. Cao Fu has always kept it in mind.

Although he had already split up, his admiration for Li's family remained undiminished at all.

In addition, Li's side seemed exhausted and struggling because of her pregnancy, Cao Fu wanted to find a fun and interesting thing to honor his aunt.

Rather than preparing birthday gifts for the aunt and mother, it is better to say that it is mainly based on aunts and mothers.

Since he had refused, he saw that the two brothers seemed to be talking, and said, "Who is not the brother who is the brother who gives his brother pockets? It's just a strange thing for our family. Brothers are worried about my money. Are you shy?"

He just wanted to block his brothers' mouths, who would have thought that what happened to touch Cao Shuo's thoughts...

Although Cao Xiang felt inappropriate in his heart, he did not think much about it when he saw that Cao Shuo did not show any strange looks on his face.

If you are confused, things will develop to this point.

Cao Yin was listening, but he was filled with guilt.

Although Cao Fu's words were wrong, it was just a matter of being brave enough to say something, not a rift between brothers and sisters.

Now, Cao Shuo has gone like this. Even if no one scolds Cao Fu, he will feel uncomfortable.

Cao Yin waved his hand at Cao Feng and said, "Don't think about it randomly and don't do your business. After all, this bastard is irresponsible."

Cao Yin would not blame his nephew, but he could not help but blame himself. If he, the uncle, had he disciplined earlier, why would this be?

The room was silent, Cao Yin closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

According to ancient etiquette, the death of the sixteenth to nineteenth is a "long-lasting death", the mourning ceremony is simple, and the mourning of relatives and juniors is also reduced. However, the young people who are engaged to marry are not considered "mortality", but they have to be held according to the adult funeral.

Cao Shuo is already married at the 17th year and cannot be considered a "long-term death". Preparation for this funeral has to be started.

But whether he was his nephew, whether he was gambling or stealing, Cao Yin was complaining in his heart, but he also hoped that his nephew would be buried as soon as possible.

You have to ask the Onmyoji to come and spend some money to make the disaster list, so that you can report your nephew's death without having to use a coroner to come. Although this is concealed, it is for the sake of the reputation of the Cao family, but it is also for the nephew to no longer bear the reputation of "cowards" and "rebellious son" after his death.

The son and the eldest nephew are not around, and the remaining two are young, so they have to handle the funeral of their nephews by themselves.

The yamen wants to ask for leave, and the relatives’ mansions want to send people to report their demise. There are many things to be busy with when preparing coffins here and asking people to do rituals.

Cao Yin was old and there was another sudden bad news, and his eyes turned a little dark.

He leaned on his arms and closed his eyes, feeling his throat was fishy and salty. It would be great if his son was by his side, and he thought with a little tiredness...

There are inns every 30 to 40 miles on the official road from the capital to Zhangjiakou.

If you want to ask for a chariot, horse, and husband like the post station, you must have relevant certificates for office. Generally, officials and officials are in charge of the government, and when the Ministry of War uses it, they rely on the fire card.

Cao Yong's vocation was carried out by the preface to the Great Lama of Outer Mongolia and was related to the situation in the northwest, so he asked to go to "Chiyi".

If the person who travels to the post office needs more horses, brings more luggage, or travels to the post office in vain, then even if the law is violated, it may be impeached.

On Cao Yong's side, there was the "fire card" that Nersu had handled for him and the procedures of the Ministry of Personnel. It was very thorough and there was no need to worry about this.

It was only after spending some money to manage Yiduli.

In addition to playing a sting at noon, Cao Yong changed his horses several times in the middle of the journey and arrived in Yanqing County in the evening.

When dismounting in front of the post station, many people looked bad and felt a little awkward when walking.

Speaking of which, in this industry, no one has suffered this crime, whether it is the royal guard or the servants of the Cao family and the Irgen Jueluo family.

Although it is easy to ride a horse, it is really unbearable to run for one day.

Thinking of such a day, it might take another ten days and half a month, many guards' faces turned green.

However, Nalanfusen and Heshan, because they traveled to Outer Mongolia with Cao Yong the previous year, they also left for thousands of miles, so they were still more adaptable.

The most embarrassing one is Yiduli.

Although he said before leaving Beijing, he swears that he had not lost his skills in riding and shooting, but after a day of bumpy horses, he could no longer be angry.

After getting off the horse, he bent and vomited, spitting all over the floor with the uncooked beef that had not yet been eaten while playing on the road at noon.

His Changsui hurriedly handed the water bag on it, Yiduli took it, rinsed his mouth hard, and he felt a little energetic.

Cao Yong saw him, wondering whether to persuade him to slow down so as to avoid suffering like this.

There were two carriages parked at the entrance of the station, one with a coffin and the other with a white curtain, which should be seated.

There was a young man wearing a mourning clothes standing at the gate of the post station and talking to the postman.

Yiduli added joy to his face and smiled at Cao Yong, "It's a good sign to see the coffin when you go out, you will get promoted and get rich again."

The voice was a little loud. When the young man heard this, he turned his head and glared at Yiduli with a little anger on his face.

He was going to say something, but after seeing Yiduli's official uniform, he closed his mouth and turned his head with regret.

The Yicheng received the news and was already trotting out to greet him.

Seeing the pile of guards in front of him, the big sesame official couldn't help but feel dizzy, thinking about which prince and prime minister were leaving the capital and scattering "noble" among the crowd.

But hesitated for a moment, bowed forward, came to Nalanfusson and said, "This guard, this is..."

Among the crowd, Nalanfusson was a third-grade costume color. He looked at the highest grade and could not blame this postmaster for being like this.

Nalanfusen smiled helplessly, took out the "fire card" from his arms, looked at it for Zaiyicheng, and said, "You guys are going to rest for a night, prepare horses according to the heads, and set off tomorrow (5 a.m.).
To be continued...