Jia Cong walked over, and Lin Ruhai's body was parked in the hall. Manager Lin, Guan Chaosheng and other staff were busy writing obituaries to the officials who were mourning, and Lin Ruhai's relatives and friends.

This was the first time Jia Lian had a funeral, and he couldn't do it alone. Fortunately, the lights along the way were lit from the bedroom to the front of the Lin Mansion. It was as bright as daytime at the third o'clock in the morning, and the servants of the Lin Mansion hung up the inscriptions.

Lin Daiyu wore the first slaughter of the fifth slaughter. She cried and sobbed on the edge of the bed, sobbing and breathing. Zijuan and Xueyan were on the side, and Jia Lian winked: "You go and persuade Lin Meimei, let's discuss the funeral again."

Jia Cong stepped into the dormitory, Lin Daiyu's mourning clothes were thick and numb and silver utensils. She looked increasingly delicate at the age of eleven. Her eyes were lacquered with tears, just like the Xizi frowning inside. Jia Cong said nothing, and gave a look of peace of mind. Lin Daiyu's lips opened slightly: "According to the etiquette system, is it official or private?"

"Officials and the people will do it together. I know that there are many customs in the southern province. I have to accept the mourners and comfort the spirit of the aunt. Qiqi still needs to do it. Sister Lin is relieved. We are there in everything." Jia Cong said calmly, and Lin Daiyu felt relieved. Although Jia Cong was nominally the cousin of her mother's family, she unconsciously treated a man who was a calm and reliable brother and a safe haven, and was at the end of her.

"The image has been painted. The mountain man wrote books, picked up paper money, threw basins, cried, small burial, big burial, Qiqi, Xian Kunzhong, should he go to Suzhou?" Guan Chaosheng painted the image of Lin Ruhai and brought it into the mourning hall.

"Suzhou wants to help the spirits, and take the water route. It will take a few days to reach it. I will talk about it after 77." Jia Lian obviously accepted the property of the Lin family and was very motivated.

Jia Cong was speechless. Lin Daiyu naturally knew nothing about these things. He remembered that Daiyu told Baochai in Grand View Garden that all her food, clothing and expenses were from the Jia family, so the servants were gossiped about her behind her back. Lin Daiyu had no idea about the family property. In ancient times, women had to find a man as their backer, and their husband was the heaven. She had not married to her father, and she could not obey anyone now. If she was pitiful, it was not without her.

On the second day, Zhaoer asked for "Shanren to review". In a few days, she chose the Tingling Day nearby. The colored shed was placed in the backyard garden. Jia Cong picked up the pen, wrote obituaries, and kept accounts. Sun Fu, Long Aotian, Xing'er, Long'er and others, and the Lin Mansion's subordinates went out to the mansion to post. Lin Mansion brought people to enter the mourners. Guan Chaosheng came in panting in the account: "The coffin has been selected, according to the grade of Mr. Lin's lifetime, and a pair of oil and fir vermilion lacquer."

"Are the monks who recite the sutras ready for the artifacts and sacrifices?" Jia Cong stopped writing and said.

"There are enough utensils from the salt transport envoy, the prefect, and several salt merchants who have sent me a lot of utensils. The second master Lian is entertaining them. The lady threw a basin of bitter spirits and a small burial. I also asked Mr. Cong to come and take care of him." Mr. Lin sincerely requested.

Jia Cong thought that after all, Lin's mansion was not like the Jia family, and there were many servants, so it was not messy to deal with it, so he nodded and agreed. Guan Chaosheng did not go there, so he stopped when he came out of the account and said, "Zi Li hasn't gotten engaged yet, right?"

"No, I'm still young, can you protect me as a matchmaker?" Jia Cong said strangely.

Guan Chaosheng shook his head: "No, it's a pity, regret..."

I went into the flower-hanging gate with Butler Lin and went to the garden spirit-stopping site. The guests were filled with mats on both sides. Most of the trees in late autumn had withered, and the banners of the inscription fluttered in the wind. The monks invited from the temple were wearing cassocks and chanting scriptures, and the spirits were filled with sacrifices.

Lin Daiyu was covered in white, knelt down and burned tin foil into the basin, crying so hard that she cried. Butler Lin whispered: "The Master is in the sky and will definitely bless the lady. She walks with glory. The biggest mourning officer is the governor of the river in Huai'an. When he arrived at Erqi, he sent a gift when he heard the letter. He heard that a prince was there, and they praised Mr. Cong very much. If the lady told the master at the beginning, he would be..."

Lin Daiyu's lips moved, and Zijuan said to her, "Mr. Cong is good at doing things, but you are disrespectful to me like this. Before the funeral, how could you talk about marriage..."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm too much talkative, Master Cong is coming in..." Butler Lin sighed and shook his head without saying a word.

Jia Cong walked to the front of the spirit to burn incense and worship. Lin Daiyu looked at him with a slim look. He held the copper basin with his bare hands and broke it. The string of tears on his cheeks fell, and his forehead was lying on the edges of the coffin of the vermilion lacquer. Zijuan and Xueyan went to help her. Lin Daiyu murmured to herself: "Do you say Jiayan will be reborn in the Pure Land?"

"When I was buried in my hometown, I was in peace. Master Gu was in a glorious place during my lifetime and was famous. I will definitely know. Does Sister Lin remember where her home is?"

"Mudu."

"Okay, after Qiqi, we will accompany you back to Mudu. I will go to Shengze. Sister Lin is weak and she cried. She will go to rest first." Jia Cong couldn't bear it when he saw her watery eyes, so he walked away after saying that.

Lin Daiyu suddenly felt a little regretful and regretful. Only the sound of chanting mantras, the sound of paper money, the smell of burning incense was left in the empty mourning hall. There was a string of paper money she hung up by herself. According to the customs of Jiangnan, the deceased was only a few pieces of it. Her mood at this moment was like the floating smoke, with no trace, and was teased by the wind.

...

At the banquet at the Pavilion, Mr. Lin dispatched the water table one after another. The confidant of the river governor gave gifts and recorded the bookings: "My wedding, my master asked me to transport three animals and artillery tools. Lord Lin was in a glorious place. Prince Yu's headquarters was parked in Huai'an. He was going to send someone to pay tribute. In the end, the prince had a great relationship. That's all. My master gave this face to the prince. The prince gave this face to the prince, and the prince gave this face to the prince, and the prince was Jia Cong of the Rongguo Mansion..."

The guests on the table exclaimed, Jia Lian laughed, and the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce Shen Sanguan toasted, "After all, it is the Duke's Mansion, the people from the foot of the emperor, Lian Erye and Cong are all very good-looking, and there are successors to the Duke..."

The adults all laughed, praised, and praised the new Yangzhou salt inspector, and the new Yangzhou salt inspector was still on the way. Isn't it possible to take the opportunity to find a gap to eat a piece of private salt? Huaibei official salt is transporting south.

After Qiqi, the slaves in the Lin family were dispersed and the slave contract was lifted. Butler Lin also left with tears in his eyes and helped the spirits to go south. Jia Lian rode his horse first and ordered Xing'erlonger and others to cry on their behalf.

On that day, onlookers gathered at the south road of Yangzhou. They traveled with seventh-rank ceremonial guards, braised books, banners fluttered, paper money spread all over the street, drums and music were roaring, and cries were shaking. Sun Fu laughed again after crying: "Can you have this kind of battle when you die?"

"Actually, my life is hard."

Jia Cong was also riding a horse and following Lin Daiyu's sedan chair. On the Wuyun Pavilion, there were many guests pushing the window and looking at it. Some were envious and some were jealous. Among them, Liu Caiwei was talking about poetry and paintings with Jiang Huajiao in the private room. Liu Caiwei pointed to the next finger: "The person riding the horse in the middle is Jia Cong."

"A master of talent is worthy of being a prodigy. I bought the books from the Yangzhou branch and wrote novels with a special name. It is said that Censor Lin had a daughter, all of whom were young. At that time, the prefect of Yingtianfu was her teacher and praised her for her intelligence and cleverness. I wonder who would give me a discount?" Jiang Huajiao said regretfully.
Chapter completed!