The world of rebirth

It was on the day of the funeral that Yang Cheng really soberly saw his nominal brothers and sisters in this life. This was also a novel experience for him. He had never had the opportunity to use the titles of brother and sister in his previous two lifetimes.

The funeral had to be early, so before dawn that day he could feel the nanny putting clothes on him layer by layer, and the woman who had become a frightened bird wrapped him tightly in small clothes and then wrapped him in the latest clothes. Clothes made of coarse raw sackcloth, because the sackcloth clothes were not hemmed at all, and some fine whiskers were exposed in some places, it looked like two pieces of sackcloth were randomly spliced ​​together.

Then the nurse wrapped him in swaddling clothes again, and carefully carried him out of the room.

During the whole process, the nanny and the little girls whispered to each other, each move had its own rules, and the movements were very quick. Yang Cheng was led by them through the corridors to the front yard when he was still fainting.

Before he entered the shed where the coffin was suspended, he had already heard the sound of wailing and Taoist priests chanting scriptures, and then he could smell the strong incense and the special smell of burning paper money. Yangcheng squinted his eyes and wanted to He stayed in a daze for a while, and suddenly felt that the nurse was leading him across a threshold, and a strange smell rushed into his nose, causing him to sneez a few times, and he woke up completely.

Candles, burning braziers, charcoal-burning stoves, and the smell of people in the room mixed with cries, chanting, and talking not only made the air thick, but also made the air so turbid that it was almost suffocating. Generally, it feels like there are two worlds between here and the outside world.

Yang Cheng's delicate nose and eyes couldn't bear such stimulation at all, not only kept sneezing, but also tears flowed out unconsciously, purely from being smoked.

Feng Songbai, who was dizzy from work, commanded as soon as he saw them, "Hurry up and stand with the second young master and the eldest young master." Seeing that the nanny was still standing still, he stamped his feet and urged, "Hurry up, The hour is coming."

The nanny took a step forward nonchalantly, then retreated back in front of Feng Songbai and said in embarrassment, "Housekeeper, the second young master has a delicate body, this mourning hall is really not suitable for the young master to stay for a long time..."

"I know, I know. After the ceremony, I will take the second master back to the backyard." Feng Songbai knew that the nanny was frightened, the previous master was so weak that he left without knowing it, and the new master was in poor health She was afraid that if something happened to the little master again, she would be responsible for it, and she didn't want to think about how the master would let her take the young master out if he was not sure.

What a no-brainer!Cursing in his heart, he said impatiently, "Today, the second master will give his wife a ride at the funeral. My relatives and wives are here, so we can't be picked on by us. The master specially ordered the second master to come out and show his face. .”

Only then did the nanny feel relieved, and carried Yang Cheng to the place where filial sons and filial daughters cry.

"Have someone go and check, is the crock pot ready..."

Hearing Feng Songbai yelling loudly at the servant behind him, there seemed to be nothing unusual, but he did not miss the stern Yang Cheng who looked at the nanny when he turned around.

Yang Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, knowing that he was afraid that he might have to change his nanny.It's a pity, although this nanny is a little dumbfounded, she is still good at taking care of people, and she looks good, at least she looks pleasing to the eye, I don't know how the new one is! ?

He didn't lose his mind for a long time before he was awakened by the sound of howling.

The people of the country place great emphasis on funerals, and the Fengtian clan has a custom of burials. At funerals, filial sons and filial daughters cry loudly to show their grief. The louder the crying, the more painful the expression is, which shows their filial piety.

So Yang Cheng saw his elder brother and sister kneeling on a white futon, wearing the same raw linen clothes as himself, crying loudly, unable to speak clearly.

During the investigation in his previous life, he vaguely remembered that Ning Jingxian's eldest son was named Ning Yunting, but he didn't know his daughter's boudoir name.Yang Cheng has already gotten some information from the broken mouths of the little girls, it seems that the daughter is the elder of the two, and there is only one year difference between the young master and the young master.

The younger sister and younger brother both have red lips and white teeth. Standing together, they look like golden boys and jade girls. Their eyes are so red and swollen that they look like peaches. They are listless and lacking in focus. They look very pitiful.

Yang Cheng vaguely remembered that the two of them visited him during the worst days of his life, but at that time he was so burned that he didn't have much memory, and he didn't see them again when the funeral in the front yard got busy. It has already appeared, but I don't know how the two of them feel about the arrival of their younger brother!

The mournful atmosphere in the mourning hall had no effect on Yang Cheng, but the stale air and loud noises made him very uncomfortable. In order to divert his attention, he could only turn his big black eyes and look at him in his swaddling infant. often people.

The one who passed away was Xi, the head of the family, and the daughter of Zuo Shiheng, the assistant minister.

In order not to make any mistakes today, the five close relatives of the Ning family have already gathered together to entertain the guests who rushed over. The female relatives were invited to the backyard to entertain after the ceremony, and the male guests were also greeted by their own. The collision, and try not to make the male guests feel neglected, the manpower dispatched back and forth is really impressive.

The entire mourning hall is full of candles, which are brightly lit. There are also lights behind the coffin's feet, which are carefully guarded so as not to be extinguished. There is also a grand water and land dojo, with a huge momentum.

In terms of visitors, although it can't compare with the grand style of tens of large sedan chairs, forty or fifty small sedan chairs, and hundreds of carriages that I saw in the royal family's palace for funerals in my previous life, today there are three princes and sons, and one Father-in-law, this kind of situation has also brought many Beijing officials who have been waiting for today to the Ning family. It can be said that the flow of people is endless.

If Zuo Shiheng was in person, I'm afraid today would be even more lively.Yang Cheng was thinking about it heartlessly, but his mood was depressed unconsciously. This lively scene made him wonder how he had already died twice, but he didn't know what the funeral would be like!

In the first life, I had no time to marry a wife in the early years. After knowing my identity, I always felt that the daughters of those small families were not good enough for me, but even the concubine daughters of rich families looked down on me. It was delayed, and many people were offended for this.

In the end, after admitting to her relatives, she was given the marriage because of her great achievements in saving her family. However, the woman died of illness within two years of marriage. There were only four housewives left in the mansion, not even a son and a half daughter.

He committed the great crime of punishing the nine clans, but he has no relatives for the emperor to kill. I don't know if Wen Zhen, who had no place to vent his anger, died of anger.

I can be sure that the narrow-minded people in the imperial mausoleum will not let me in. I don’t know if the straw mat was just buried in the funeral tomb in the end and dismissed.

And in this life of Yangcheng, with parents and old people who love me so much, the funeral should be grand!But it's too sad for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. I just hope they can get through it and don't hurt their bodies.The technology in that world is already so advanced, and the parents are still young, and maybe there is still time to have a child for joy.

No matter how much he comforted himself, Yang Cheng's mood would inevitably sink down, and he no longer had the heart to watch the excitement of the Ning family. At one moment, his mind would be filled with the bleak first life, and at other times, the sadness of his relatives in the second life. His mind was tangled together, he looked at the two crying children in front of him, and actually had a kind of compassionate thought.

He secretly thought, if this cheap brother and sister have a good character, they can treat these two poor motherless children better in the future, at least to keep this guy Ning Yunting from getting involved in the battle for the heir apparent, The entire Ning family paid for it.

Yang Cheng was thinking about it. Ning Jingxian, who was called to entertain the four distinguished guests, walked over from nowhere. Seeing his haggard appearance, he might not be able to endure it for a few more days. I can have a funeral.

I saw Ning Jingxian walked to the side of the two children, sighed, "You two get up, clean up yourselves, I will send your mother off with me later..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but burst into tears again. Children in ancient times were precocious, and they already understood that their mother was lying in that big box and couldn't move anymore. I can't come back either.

During these days, the family has been coming and going, especially those elders who think they are kind always like to touch their heads, and they are still nagging, "The poor child is so young that he has no mother." Every time I see these The guests reminded them time and time again that half of the sky had collapsed and their mother was gone.

Now hearing that the father who adored Rumu since childhood also said that he would send his mother away, the two and a half older children finally collapsed.

Ning Yunting, who was younger, grabbed the hem of Ning Jingxian's robe, tears streaming down his face, and cried, "Father...Father, my child is reluctant to part with mother..."

As he was talking, the little girl next to him also hugged him and began to sob softly. The palm-sized faces of the two children were full of the pain of losing a loved one and the confusion about their future life. There were tear stains on their pale cheeks. , crying in a mess, looking really pitiful.

Yang Cheng, a bystander who has nothing to do with them, has a little compassion, let alone their own father.

Ning Jingxian hugged a child with one arm, couldn't help the red eyes, and shed a few male tears, then stroked the heads of the two to comfort them, and finally coaxed the two children to stop crying with soft words, then held The two walked towards the coffin.

The Fengtian people pay more attention to etiquette than the Han people. Every moment of the funeral, such as starting the coffin and going out, is specially divined, and there is no room for any mistakes.

Things like the closing of the building, rituals and music have been arranged here, but the father and son who play the leading role have not come here. The housekeeper Feng Songbai has been anxious for a long time, holding a clay pot and biting the root of his teeth. urged before.

According to the custom, when the coffin is moved out of the funeral, the basin must be thrown, that is, the eldest son of the deceased breaks a clay basin in front of the coffin. This is naturally done by Ning Yunting, and Feng Songbai is holding the clay basin that is about to be thrown.

As soon as he saw the three of them approaching, he went up to greet them, and after saluting, he bent down and said to Ning Yunting, "Master, do you still remember teaching you how to throw a pot that day? This is a big deal, should I tell you again? ?”

"No need! I remember, I won't miss my mother." Ning Yunting had a small face like a little adult.

Only then did Feng Songbai heave a sigh of relief, and handed him the earthen basin with a diameter of about four inches and a big hole in the middle, and said worriedly, "The young master, remember, when you hear you are called to throw it smashed the pot into pieces."

Ning Jingxian took the lead and took the two children to the front of the coffin to kowtow, while Yang Cheng was not even a bean bun, at best it was stuffing in a spring roll, unable to move, naturally the nanny hugged and followed behind to salute .

After kowtowing, the mourning hall subconsciously quieted down, and Yang Cheng didn't see who shouted "Drop the basin, lift the coffin", and Ning Yunting, whose hands and feet were limp from crying, blushed and took out the With the strength of breastfeeding, the pot was smashed to pieces on the ground.

The sound of thundering drums sounded, and the two children were urged to walk out of the mourning hall with panic and trembling on their small faces.Behind them, the high-quality nanmu carved coffin that housed the mistress of the Ning Mansion was lifted up by four strong men in brand-new clothes. With steady steps, she gradually moved away from the house where she had lived for many years.

The author has something to say: I have recently become obsessed with HP and Red Chamber colleagues, and I am really cheating. I have not even read the original novel.

This chapter is too heavy, but I have to write it. The following is the life of Harpy.

Funeral tips:

1, five servings.The uniform system is divided into five types according to the period of mourning and the thickness of the mourning clothes, which are the so-called five clothes: three of them must wear the heaviest first-class cut-off, that is, the thickest raw linen without hemming, and it takes three years to wear; Comrade Ning Jingxian was born as a new widower and had to wear second-class uniforms, which were also made of burlap, but could be hemmed and worn for a year.

2. Throwing pots and driving spirits.On the night before the funeral, the relatives of the deceased have to keep watch all night. When the coffin is moved out of the funeral, the eldest son of the deceased should break a clay basin in front of the funeral.The filial son or daughter should lead the way in front of the coffin, which is called driving the spirit.