The Jingchuan Marquis Mansion was covered with plain white flowers, and there were filial sons and grandchildren standing in front of the mourning hall.

"I didn't pay attention before, Cao Sha Zi actually gave birth to so many sons!"

The crying of the Cao family made Guo Ying's meninges buzz. He looked around for a while and suddenly found that many of Cao Zhen's children and grandchildren were still unknown.

He looked at Cao Zhen, who seemed to be sleeping soundly in the coffin, and wanted to say something, but it seemed like thousands of words were blocking his chest.

When Cao Zhen first joined the army, he was eating in a pot. This guy was a fortune-teller. He didn't sleep at night and checked the money he had snatched during the day over and over again. After checking, he smiled happily. Others asked him what he was laughing at, and he said that his wife had hope.

When someone asked him what kind of woman he wanted to find in the future, he said that his waist was like a bucket and a butt was like a millstone. He could eat seven steamed buns in one meal with the wind, and he scolded people for two hours without resting.

Thinking of this, Guo Ying couldn't help but laugh.

He looked at Cao Zhen's wives and concubines standing in front of the mourning hall again. They were really like mother yakshas, ​​with big arms and round waists.

"Dad!"

"Grandfather!"

"master!"

The cries made Guo Ying feel upset.

"Silly, you're relieved!" Guo Ying patted the thick coffin, "When you close your eyes, you're going to enjoy the good fortune!" He said, "I haven't suffered any crime, it's considered that God is taking care of you. The only thing that's not good is that he didn't die on the woman's belt!"

After saying that, he seemed to feel much more happy, but he was immediately filled with apologies.

"Today I'm asking your father to drink..."

Cao Zhen's eldest son and second son are all in the army. Now the third son is Cao Hui, who takes the lead at home. He looks like a bandit who eats human flesh, grinning with green face and fangs.

"Hey!" Guo Ying sighed again, "Your father was chasing me and drinking! I didn't want to pay attention to him! People said that drinking with your father is not auspicious, and he has died of drinking in his life! I didn't expect that I would not take the initiative to drink with him for 800 years, and I drank him to death!"

"Don't say that!" Cao Hui grinned and howled, "My father often said that life and death are fate. He always talked about death for a while, and he said that every day was counted on one day!"

Guo Ying shook his head and looked at the coffin again. Cao Zhen was wearing a new marquis python robe, and the coffin was filled with various extravagant burials.

"You fucking!" Guo Ying sighed again.

The next second, his eyes were sure, and he found a familiar voice among the crying filial sons and grandsons.

"He..." Guo Ying said, "Have you entered your family tree?"

What Guo Ying saw was not someone else, but the son he picked up on the road when he was following the old man in vain and returned to Fengyang. The boy's nickname was also Xiao Shitou, and his mother was the house raised by Cao Zhen outside.

Cao Hui also looked back and whispered, "I entered the family tree before the New Year. Now my surname is Cao, and my name is Cao Shi. My father asked someone to send him to study in martial arts during his lifetime, and he looked like he was almost adult!"

Guo Ying thought about it, Cao Zhen's previous words appeared in his mind, and said, "Although it is not a real brother, it was your father who recognized it after all. In the future, he will treat it as a brother and sister. Don't blame others for their mother and son, don't bully them!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Fourth!" Cao Hui said, "My Cao family doesn't have so many bad rules. When I enter the house, I will be my Cao family. Whoever dares to bully him, let's see if my fists are hard or not!" As he said, he paused, "Dad had divided all the property before his death, everyone had one, and my Cao family had no farce about other people's descendants fighting for property!"

Guo Ying smiled and looked at Cao Zhen in the coffin again, "Who the hell said you are stupid? You are more beautiful than anyone else!"

As he said that, Guo Ying patted Cao Hui on the shoulder, "You are a kind child. If you have any problems in the future, I will go to my house to look for me in Beijing. If I am not here, I will write to Fengyang's hometown. With your fourth uncle here, your Cao family will not fall soon!"

"Actually..." Cao Hui looked at Guo Ying, "Dad said before his death that we should make contributions by our ability in the future! If it is possible, just like the eldest and second brothers, they will be the general generals of the generals by their own ability. If it is not possible, they will be honest at home to hold the children." As he said, he smiled bitterly, "Dad said that the military generals are fighting in battles. If they don't have those two brushes, they will die to no avail. If they harm the lives of soldiers in vain, they will be harming the evil spirits!"

Speaking of this, he muttered again, "Anyway, the real money he stolen from his old man can't finish it in his lifetime!"

Guo Ying couldn't help but look back and looked at Cao Zhen's face, "You fucking understand how you live!"

At this moment, a shocking cry suddenly came from outside.

Guo Ying frowned and looked out. A group of powerful generals in the army who had not even been dismantled, grinned and cried as if they were dead.

"Veteran!"

"Mr. Marquis!"

"Military Gate!"

All the people came from Cao Zhen’s old subordinates in the army, and they all said that they would bring any soldiers. The people Cao Zhen brought out looked nothing, and they were all crooked.

"Mr. Marquis, why are you leaving?"

"Female! You're just letting go! Where can you find a backbone in the future?"

Guo Ying listened to these crying sounds, moved his feet and frowned.

I happened to pass by the door of the main room of the mourning hall and saw a group of people around there. I couldn't help but look over and take a look, and was stunned.

When other people's funerals are concerned, they are just asking someone with status to take charge of being a guest at the door, responsible for the welcome and sending him off.

The Cao family is so good. He put a accountant in front of his mother's door and wrote the gifts there.

"It's really Cao's style!"

Guo Ying was angry and laughed, walked over and lowered his head quietly, and it was written on it, "Some thousand households, gift of money and silver, gift of money and silver. Some governor, gift of money and three thousand..."

"Grass! Even if you die, you can't live without money!" Guo Ying turned around and cursed.

Then, the eyes were certain again.

"The Duke of Zheng State, five thousand silver!"

"Protect the Duke of the Country, 5,000 silver!"

"Duke of Ying, three thousand silver!"

"Duke Xinguo, three thousand silver!"

Then, there are a large bunch of densely packed trees below, dazzling.

"Horse Guo..." A general who was confessing the gift of money saw Guo Ying and quickly bent down to salute.

"Go!" Guo Ying waved his hand impatiently, looked at the cramped accountant, reached out to take off the jade pendant from his waist, and said with a sound, "Let's go back to my house, give me 10,000 silver dollars and fifty little yellow croakers!"

The accountant's hand shook and couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Marquis, there are too many of these!"

"Many bullshit!" Guo Ying cursed, "If I die before him, he will follow more than me!"

Then, a sudden burst of anger came from his heart.

Cao Shazi loves money. He fought with his brothers a lot for the spoils and for the sake of the spoils. But he never vaguely relating to the relationship between human relationships.

Even secretly, many brothers have been young for decades.

But now it's his turn to mourn, how come so few people come?

Guo Ying was so angry that he came to the front yard. When he saw the people sitting in the side hall, he couldn't help but get angry.

In the side hall, Dongguan Bo He Rong sat alone there, hunched over and kowtowed at both ends.

"Where are people?" Guo Ying cursed, "Where have they died? Cao Fool has lost such a big deal, and he will be sent to him after sending some money? No one is seen in the mourning figure?"

"Who do you want to come?" He Rong looked at Guo Ying and smiled bitterly, "Old Zhang had a stroke a few days ago. Now he is walking on the frame. Old Zhu is confused and doesn't recognize anyone. I went to see him this morning, and he just called his wife a mother."

"When Lao Wen heard that Lao Cao was gone, he fainted and lay down at home! Lao Li just cried and was so angry that his son was afraid that he would die, so he quickly took him home!"

"Old Xie has long been unable to get out of bed, and he has a stake. The children and nephews of the other families are now in the army, either in the northwest or in Liaodong. Who else do you want to come?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Ying's anger gradually faded, but she seemed to be stuck in her heart like a thousand gold stones, just because she was unhappy.

He sat down like anger, and a word popped out for a long time, "Grass!"

Then, leaning against the wall, sighed, "This generation of people has blown up the light and pulled out the candle!"

Then he sighed again, "I just feel that Lao Cao's funeral is so fucking lonely!"
Chapter completed!