C4184 (1/2)
The Nanheng Street of the Beijing had already become a sea of white. The word ”happiness” that was originally posted to celebrate the Emperor's Grand marriage was now covered by a white cage!
According to the rules of Qing Dynasty, if there was a joyous event in the Kaiser's family, even if your family was dead, you would at least stealthily grope for it. Don't let the bliss of Kaiser wash away!
If the Kaiser died, no one in the entire country would be allowed to marry or entertain him. They would all have to show their filial piety to the Kaiser!
But this rule could control the little old people, it could not control the powerful Ceng Guofan. Nanheng Street was filled with armored warriors, the Veteran's inner armor was soft, the outer armor was wearing a white mourning robe, the weapons were hidden in their arms, they all looked outside warily.
Ceng Guofan only had two sons in total, and his eldest son, Zeng Ji Ze, was the Minister of Revenue's Minister for External Affairs.
The only one who presided over the father's funeral was his youngest son, Zeng Ji Hong. This youngest son was proficient in mathematics but was unable to achieve anything on the journey to the Imperial examinations. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Ceng Guofan did not give his son a chance to learn from him!
At this moment, Zeng Ji Hong only had the status of a son, so it was rather difficult for him to host such a funeral. Thanks to his father's support of the loyal subordinate officers, the funeral was not considered a big mistake!
Dressed in heavy mourning attire, Zeng Ji Hong knelt beside the coffin and bowed towards his friends and relatives. The old farmer in the middle even sent him some news that required his special permission with reddened eyes!
”Second Young Master... If you have the time, you must meet the few landlords who rented us our house. We are not here for our own house, after all! ”
”Leasing someone else's house for a funeral is indeed a bit unlucky. They don't dare to cause trouble with us, but they still need to console us!”
Ceng Ji Hong wiped his tears and asked, ”Uncle Nong, what if we follow the rules of the Capital and do such a thing?”
”I've also asked the officials of the Capital. When encountering this situation, Master's family would have to cheer for the silver! There's no need for too much money. As for a month's rent, just a little bit of it would do! ”
”With the death of the Grand Marshal, these houses will not be needed in the future. Those that should be returned will have to return the rent, and the two gongzis will not be able to use this much in the end!”
”When we go back to settle the bill, give them an extra month …” ”But you have to give me enough face. In a while, you have to meet the landlord personally and say a few nice words …”
Zeng Ji Hong thought for a while, then said: ”I'll listen to Uncle Nong, but it's a bit less if we give more than one month …” His father had passed away and there was too much of a ruckus. He would definitely disturb his! ”Give me three more months …”
”Sigh... ”Second young master is too kind, I'll go greet them now …”
While they were talking, another group of people came to get the second young master's approval. Groups after groups of people rushed in, and the son in the middle had to keep an eye on the incense in front of the mourning hall.
The Grand Marshal was dead and the officials were shaken. From the morning, there had been endless streams of people coming to offer condolences, regardless of whether or not the Six Division and Nine Sisters had had conflicts with the Grand Marshal before.
Amidst the chaos, the person at the door who was shouting for the spirit shouted loudly, ”Military Secretary, adults is here … Second Young Master, please kneel! ”
The moment Bao Yun entered the mourning hall, he saw the huge Golden Thread Nannan coffin stopped at the main hall, with paper money all over the place. Recalling the scenes they shared all these years, Bao Yun felt sorrow in his heart as he kneeled down in front of the mourning hall.
Old Zeng... Wuu... ”Why did you leave just like that?
Wu wu wu … [After so many years of friendship, you just let us go like that …] If not for you blocking the Chinese poplar's chaos in front of us, how would we be able to meet up with the court today! ”
Although Bao Yun and Ceng Guofan were completely different, in his heart, he admired the Grand Marshal very much. In his many years of cooperation, they had argued over public affairs countless of times, but they had never had any personal grudges!