county seat.

Xu family house.

A vermilion coffin was parked in the hall, and more than a dozen Taoist priests were kneeling down, chanting the "The Supreme Sutra of Sacrifice".

The Xu family is rich and powerful. He said that it would take 49 days, which would be 49 days.

In terms of funerals, the Northern Song Dynasty followed ancient rituals.

"Book of Rites: King System": "The emperor is buried in seven days and in seven months; the princes are buried in five days and in five months; the officials, scholars, and common people are buried in three days and in three months."

Mourning and burial are two separate parts.

For example, the emperor must hold a funeral for seven days and be buried within seven months.

At the same time, the Northern Song Dynasty court also advocated raising burials with purity and keeping funerals simple.

The regulations are so, but the people do not buy it.

Funerals in Fujian even evolved into a custom of comparison. If a family member dies, a big funeral must be held and a banquet for relatives, friends and neighbors.

Moreover, the host family also needs to offer a portion of money to each visitor.

At least two or three hundred documents, or at most no cap.

This leads to the loss of money once someone dies in the family.

For example, if the Xu family had to follow the regulations, the funeral could only be held for three days, but now the deadline has already passed.

The ability to stay in the hot summer for so long is thanks to the exquisite anti-corrosion technology today.

In the study, two men and one woman sat upright at the desk.

As the saying goes, women should be pretty and filial.

The woman is over thirty years old and has a look of nothing, but now she wears mourning clothes and has a different kind of charm.

"Sister, don't be sad. Now that my brother-in-law has left, you must take care of yourself."

The person who speaks has a fair face and elegant temperament, but the nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose make him more cruel.

This person is the head of the Zheng family and the eldest brother of Mrs. Zheng.

The other person called Wu Yan. Although he was about the same age as the two of them, he was still his uncle in terms of seniority.

At this moment, he also comforted: "Yes, even if you don't have to think more about Lin'er."

"Brother, uncle, I can't swallow this!"

Mrs. Zheng raised her head, and a cruelty flashed through her swollen eyes.

Yesterday, the housekeeper sent five guards to kill An Niang's family, and the body was found this morning.

Four were beheaded by a knife, while the other was nailed to the ground by a wooden gun. At a glance, they knew that it was done by Han Zhen.

Hearing this, Zheng Dalang sighed, "Han Er is extremely brave. The guards in our family are not his opponents. Now he drills into the mountains and enters the sea like a fish, and even if he wants to find them, he can't find them."

Zheng Dalang was a little scared about Han Er.

Qi Meng was the instructor of the gun stick he hired back from Tokyo City for a lot of money. He was skilled in martial arts and danced with the dragon stick. Eight or nine people were allowed to approach him. The power of a stick could break bricks and stones.

But such a hero could not even get through Han Er's hand and was chopped into two pieces with one knife.

Such a brave man is even better than the ancient generals.

What if you make the other party angry and kill back to the county town again?

Mrs. Zheng was not giving up and said, "Isn't County Magistrate Chang telling the archer recently, and he used some money to suppress Han Er."

"Hey!"

Wu Yan sneered: "Chang Yukun is a timid man. Now he is afraid that even the county government will dare not come out and expect him to suppress the bandits, haha!"

"He doesn't dare, so let him go to the State Prefecture and dispatch the Zhenhai Army to suppress it. I don't believe it anymore. A thug can make a big deal!"

Mrs. Zheng said, got up and came to the bookshelf, and picked up an exquisite wooden box.

Putting the wooden box in front of Zheng Dalang, she said, "Brother, go to the county government for me."

His sister has been used to being strong since childhood. If she doesn't fulfill her wishes, she may have something to do.

Thinking of this, Zheng Dalang replied: "Then I'll go there."

After saying that, he carried the wooden box out of the study.

...

County government study room.

As the tea stew continues to stir, a layer of green foam floats from the tea cup.

After admiring carefully for a moment, County Magistrate Chang showed a satisfied smile: "After all, the soup moist made from the sugar is beautiful."

Just as I was about to pick up the teacup and taste it, the doorman was gently pushed open.

"Alang, Zheng's Dalang is here."

Hearing Uncle Fu's report, Magistrate Chang was puzzled: "What are he here to do?"

These days, the Zheng family and Xu family guarded him like guarding against wolves. Today, it was strange that they took the initiative to come.

"I don't know."

Uncle Fu shook his head first, then speculated: "I saw Dalang of the Zheng family holding a wooden box, and I think I must have something to ask for him."

County Magistrate Chang pondered: "Call him in."

After receiving the order, Uncle Fu turned around and left the study.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, and Zheng Dalang walked in with a cheerful smile on his face.

The two of them exchanged a few greetings, and before they could ask the magistrate Chang, Zheng Dalang took the initiative to quip: "Missar, I will not go to the Three Treasures Hall today for nothing."

County Magistrate Chang asked leisurely: "I wonder what happened to Mr. Zheng?"

"Why!"

Zheng Dalang sighed slightly and said, "Since the boss Xu was killed by the bandits, my sister has no time to worry about food and food, can't sleep at night, and is determined to avenge her husband."

"It's a pity that the bandit is brave and extremely powerful, so I want to ask the magistrate to write a letter and send the Zhenhai Army to help suppress the bandits. I don't respect me, so I just want to write a pen for the magistrate."

As he said that, he held the wooden box in both hands and gently placed it in front of County Magistrate Chang.

Suppressing bandits?

County Magistrate Chang sneered in his heart and gently lifted the wooden box with one hand.

I saw a few silver tins lying quietly in the wooden box.

Depending on the size, I think it should be more than ten kilograms. According to the current silver price, it is 500 jin.

If it were a few days ago, when faced with the 500-yuan payment fee, the county magistrate would have accepted it without hesitation.

But now, he is a little disliked.

There is nothing else, just because he received a letter from his wife’s brother-in-law just now.

As soon as the sugar and fine salt were transported to Jinan Prefecture, they were snatched away by a group of wealthy businessmen.

Sell ​​30 jin of sugar and 2 jin of fine salt per pound.

This trip alone made a net profit of more than 1,800 chunks.

The key is that this is just Jinan Prefecture. If it is shipped to Tokyo, the profit will be higher.

It's really huge profits!

Moreover, for the county magistrate Chang, this business was almost completely out of business.

It's just a reversal.

If the coarse salt is available, I think I can earn at least 3,000 guan on the next trip.

I made a net profit of several thousand trump cards in one trip, how about a year?

Suppressing bandits?

snort!

This is not a bandit suppression, it is a way to cut off my wealth.

Thinking of this, County Magistrate Chang closed the lid with a bang.

Zheng Dalang had been quietly observing the expression of County Magistrate Chang. Seeing that he seemed to be smiling, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Sure enough, the magistrate Chang said seriously: "I understand my feelings, but how can the court rules be messed up? Han Er and his subordinates, only six people, can they alarm the Zhenhai Army? Please be content with your archers. Our county has expanded its recruitment and practiced every day. When the time is right, we will send people to suppress the bandits."

"In addition, the responsibility of the county is to suppress bandits. Mr. Zheng should not be too polite. Please take these absentees back."

As he said that, he pushed the wooden box over.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Dalang looked shocked and suspicious.

If he hadn't known the character of the county magistrate Chang, just based on his words and behavior, he would have thought that he was a good official who was honest and dedicated to serving the people.

After coming back to his senses, Zheng Dalang hesitated and said, "This... I will thank the magistrate on behalf of my sister."

County Magistrate Chang said in a gentle tone: "Let's go, Uncle Fu will see you off."

As Zheng Dalang's figure disappeared from his sight, County Magistrate Chang curled a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!