Chapter 80 Cultivate Greed

The rain is still falling.

It's been six days.

If it does not stop, the ripe crops such as millet that are about to be ripe will fall to the ground.

This year, the livestock in Shanglinyuan suffered disasters, and the food could not be affected by disasters anyway.

The main food of farmers is millet. The wheat and rice produced in summer are sold for imperial grain.

The noble family didn't care much about autumn grain. Anyway, their family's grain warehouse was filled with fine food.

Huo Zhongru sat in a wheelchair and watched his son urging his servants to evacuate the grain warehouse. He was in a bad spirit and gained a lot of weight. This was actually not fat, but swollen.

After Huo Guang arranged the family affairs, he returned to his father and whispered: "The warehouse is ready, just wait until the rain stops, so that the millet can be harvested."

Huo Zhongru struggled and said, "In the future, the granary at home should not store all the fine grains. The millet should account for at least half of the stored grains.

Think about it, in the year of a disaster, people are hungry, and your family is eating white flour and rice, which will attract so much hatred.

Eating millet is not so conspicuous. Although this thing is not as white as rice and delicious, it can also fill your stomach.

When you were in charge of disaster relief, you felt so sad when you saw the hungry people... The scene was so miserable and terrible. You would never think that those people would do anything to eat in one bite.

Don’t be the one that makes them jealous, don’t live too brightly. You are young, there is no need to reach the sky step by step, and take every step steadily. It’s not that the person who walks fast is the winner, but that the person who walks to the end is the winner.”

Huo Guang wiped the rain on his face and smiled, "Sometimes, what you said is similar to what my master said."

A smile appeared on Huo Zhongru's swollen and shiny fat face, and he reluctantly raised his hand to Huo Guang and said, "I'm relieved. This shows that your master is sincere to you and there are no slanderous principles to deceive you."

Huo Guangdao: "The master often talks about Jin Il-jeong, so he just talks to me a lot. Beating and scolding is common."

Huo Zhongru slowly closed his eyes and said weakly: "I'm relieved..."

Huo Guang stood there quietly waiting for his father to continue talking. After waiting for a long time, he didn't say anything else. He just sat quietly in a wheelchair, lowering his head, as if he had fallen asleep.

At this moment, Huo Guang waved his hand gently, and the busy servants paused.

There is no need to organize the warehouse, but Huo Guang wanted to give his father a little more life and a living world, not a dead world.

The old servant put white linen on Huo Guang's forehead and put on him in veil. The dull servants also acted quickly. After a while, Huo's family would be covered in mourning.

"Report the death to the Marquis of the Champion, report the death to the Marquis of the Yong'an Marquis of the Marquis of the Changping Marquis of the Marquis of the Pingyang Marquis of the Marquis of the Pingyang Marquis of the

Follow the process I stipulated in advance and give my father a chance to have a grand funeral."

The servants responded accordingly, and then, like all the people who were crying, they ran towards their respective targets, howling and howling.

Yun Lang sighed slightly after receiving the news of the demise. Huo Zhongru was beyond his expectations for being able to persevere until now.

He knew very well that every extra hour of living would be an extra hour for Huo Zhongru.

Ten days ago, Huo Zhongru basically stopped water and rice, and his body's various functions basically fell into a state of pause.

For Huo Zhongru, these ten days are no less than a torture.

If he hadn't wanted to compensate Huo Guang for more, he would have died long ago.

Now, Huo Guang is preparing to hold a funeral for his father with great fanfare, and Yun Lang, the master, naturally needs to support him with all his strength.

The two major officials of the Yun family, Ping Song and Liu Po, immediately took a hundred servants from their families to Yangling.

As for such high-standard funerals, the servants of the Huo Guang family cannot even get on the table.

When Yun Lang arrived at Huo, Huo Qubing also changed into mourning clothes, knelt in the mourning hall, and thanked his relatives and friends who came to pay tribute to him.

Huo Guang was welcoming guests in the front yard, with Qi Rong on his face, but there was no difference in etiquette, which was just the norm.

As a guest, Ping Song sang the name in front of the door, and Po Liu led a group of servants to shuttle through the back house and arranged a banquet for thanks.

In such occasions, no one of the nobles was in the mood to eat. After giving gifts, they barely drank a glass and left in a hurry until they came to see Huo Zhongru off three days later.

The banquet was actually prepared for the neighbors. They came to Huo Zhongru's spirit and cried, muttering about Huo Zhongru's kindness to them on weekdays, offering some meager sacrifices, and then led the whole family to start a meal at Huo's family.

The clerk is not an official, and Huo Zhongru is naturally not an ordinary person. Although he gave birth to two promising sons, he still did not have the opportunity to be praised by the emperor.

Therefore, Huo Zhongru could only stop his spirit for three days and would be buried in peace on the fourth day.

In the past, the rule of mourning for three years was very popular in the Han Dynasty. Since the precedent of the emperor guarding the tomb for his mother for twenty-one days, it has been no longer a very common thing to keep mourning for another three years.

The autumn rain is still falling, without any intention of stopping, it just becomes smaller, the weather gradually becomes cooler, and there is no longer the heat.

Yun Lang returned home after accompanying the Huo brothers for three days.

An extremely lively funeral came to an end.

Overall, Huo Zhongru was the most solemn clerk in the Han Dynasty, and there were five marquises who came to worship.

The four marquises stayed in Cao for three days.

The only one who keeps mourning is Huo Guang. Huo Qubing did not keep mourning. He and Huo Zhongru had the reality of father and son, but he did not have the name of father and son.

Keeping one's mind is already breaking the rules. If one keeps mourning again, it will be extremely unfavorable to his mother.

Since the fourth year of Yuanshuo, the rules have exceeded the facts. Zhao Yu formulated the "Great Dynasty Rituals", which was binding on officials, and similarly, it also had strong binding on the common people and clerks.

This is a welcome change.

Yun Lang believes that this is also a change in this world after he came to the Han Kingdom.

You should know that if he had not come, eight of the twenty-four filial piety that had been passed down through the ages would have happened in the Han Dynasty.

As the rain continues, the disaster of autumn grain is a foregone conclusion.

Therefore, countless farmers brought their slaves to harvest millet, millet and sorghum in the rain.

The crowds in the wilderness brought a hint of heat to the cold autumn rain.

During the autumn harvest season, the emperor stopped the court meeting, and the court seemed to have stopped operating, and everyone was involved in harvesting autumn grain.

Yun Lang stayed in the woodworking room for two days...

On the third day, he handed a string of yellow rosewood beads to Song Qiao and said, "Give you something."

Song Qiao took the bead string and said in confusion: "Mu wood?"

Yun Lang smiled and said, "When you are free, I'll make some things for you to play with. The longer you play with this thing, the brighter the luster. If you smell it, there is also a faint wood fragrance, which has the effect of refreshing the spirit."

Song Qiao carefully played with the beads, and after careful examination, he said, "It's so magical. These beads are all average in size, which is so rare."

Yun Lang curled his lips, took out seven or eight strings from his sleeve and handed them to Song Qiao and said, "It would be strange if the one who came from the same model was different."

"You are the general of the guard, and you have been busy for these beads for two days?"

Song Qiao felt that her husband was pitiful. No matter how good or valuable the beads were, it would not be worth it for a general guard to leave his official duties for two days.

Yun Lang leaned on the brocade couch and said lazily: "The Lingnan War is coming soon. I looked at the combat deployment and the post-war resettlement map.

Those prodigal sons took everything into consideration, and even the distant Jiaozhi County sent officials.

Only the island that produces this kind of wood is ignored and says that the island is wild and snakes and insects are growing, so it's better not to be allowed.

I made these beads to tell those people that every inch of land in the Han Dynasty was not redundant, and God knew that some rare treasures would grow on that land."

Song Qiao covered her mouth and smiled, "That is, you regard a barbaric land as a treasure. The territory of the Han Dynasty is unprecedented.

Your Majesty is going to fight north, and in the future, the territory of the Han Dynasty will reach the North Sea, but you are considering the matter in Tiannan.

If we want to walk from south to north, we may have to walk for a lifetime. What do we need so much uninhabited land for?

I really don’t know where your greed comes from.”
Chapter completed!