The Song family is a famous local grain merchant in Jiangzhou Prefecture.
The family is extremely wealthy.
There are more than a dozen rice shops in Fucheng alone.
The Song family passed into the hands of Song Haichuan, and the business expanded again. In addition to grain, oil, salt and vinegar, it was said that in recent years there were plans to develop into ceramics and navigation trade.
Song Haichuan devoted his whole life to business and had no interest in having children. He had only one official wife who was married to a matchmaker in his life. He did not take any concubines. He only had two children. The eldest son Song Yunfei was twenty years old, handsome and well-equipped in both civil and military affairs. The younger daughter Song Zhizhi
, he was eighteen years old and had not yet left the cabinet.
Today, in the Song family, white silks are keeping vigil, and white lanterns are laid out like a long corridor. Today is the day when Song Zhizhi has finished his first seven days and is preparing for the funeral and burial. Relatives and friends from all walks of life gather at the Song family to pay their last respects to the beautiful Song Zhizhi.
As the funeral time approached, desolate cries came from the Song family mourning hall. Mrs. Song's eyes were swollen from crying, and she lay beside the white coffin and cried in despair...
The most heartbreaking thing is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift.
Listening to Song's desperate cries, some of the female relatives also wiped away tears with red eyes. People's hearts are made of flesh. They are Song Zhizhi's elders. They watched Song Zhizhi grow up. A few days ago, they said
The laughing person died so suddenly, and everyone felt sorry for Song Zhizhi.
The people standing in the mourning hall to preside over the mourning ceremony were the oldest clan elder of the Song family and several middle-aged Taoist priests. The elder told the story of Song Zhizhi’s life with a heavy face, then asked relatives and friends to come forward to mourn, and then raised his head to look at the sky.
At this time, the sky and the earth were clear and dim, and it happened to be the end of the first day of the lunar month. After consulting several Taoist priests, the elder shouted: "The time has come. The twelve zodiac signs are snake, rabbit, and dog.
The chicken avoids, prepares to carry the coffin, mourns, and goes on the road."
Mrs. Song almost fainted from crying when she heard that her daughter was about to leave. She cried sadly while holding her daughter's coffin, hoping that it was all just a nightmare and that her daughter would wake up and continue to call her mother.
Even Song Haichuan, a determined businessman who runs shopping malls, had red eyes and shed tears, and looked haggard, as if he had aged ten years.
Seeing Mrs. Song holding the coffin and crying and refusing to let go, the clan elders and several Taoist priests looked at the sky, sighed, and called for servants to help Mrs. Song away. They could not delay the funeral.
But Mrs. Song kept holding on to her daughter's coffin, crying heartbrokenly: "Daughter! Mother's precious daughter, you died so miserably. That pig butcher had to die miserably. Your father and I have already paid the ransom."
Why did he still kill you! Mother curses this murderer to go to hell, be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, and be buried with you!"
"My daughter knows that you must be pretending to be asleep on purpose to joke with me. Mom, please, please wake up, stop scaring me, and don't let me shed tears every day to miss you!"
Seeing that the servants could not pull Song away, Song Haichuan, who looked grave, personally stepped forward to help Song away, and then waved his hand. The coffin bearers waiting nearby received Song Haichuan's instructions and immediately stepped forward to carry the coffin with bamboo tubes.
"Take up the coffin and hit the road!"
Following a shout, four tall men carrying the coffin strode forward, holding on to the hemp rope with one hand and pressing the bamboo tube with the other, ready to stand up.
Unexpectedly, Miss Song's coffin didn't move at all.
"Get up!" The four big men tried their best again, but Miss Song's coffin was still stuck to the bench.
The four big men carrying the coffin tried several times, their faces turned red and their calves were cramped, but they still couldn't lift the coffin.
"Taoist Master, this coffin..." The four big men carrying the coffin looked at the middle-aged Taoist priests standing next to the elders with fear in their eyes.
In fact, they wanted to say that the coffin was too heavy to be lifted, but it was taboo to say that the coffin was heavy when carrying the coffin, so they all hesitated to speak and looked at the Taoist priest.
There was no need for the big men carrying the coffins to explain. Everyone standing outside the mourning hall saw that something was wrong, and the atmosphere began to panic.
"What's going on?"
"Why haven't you carried the coffin yet?"
Some ignorant young people just muttered a few words and were glared at by their parents: "Shut up! If you don't speak at this time, no one will treat you as a mute!"
The middle-aged Taoist priests in the mourning hall walked to the coffin, began to mutter something, and then put a yellow talisman on the coffin lid: "Bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads, people have their own paths, ghosts have their own paths, and the murderer has been arrested and brought to justice."
To be brought to justice, no matter how unwilling you are, don't miss a living person anymore. There is a difference between yin and yang, and don't bring disaster to your loved ones. Go on the road with peace of mind, rest in peace as soon as possible, and be reincarnated as soon as possible."
Then the old Taoist lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the cracks of the coffin lid. After the three sticks of incense were flat and burned out, he patted the coffin lid and shouted: "Raise the coffin again!"
This is like asking questions to the dead.
The fact that the three sticks of incense burned evenly indicates that the deceased in the coffin heard his words, agreed to his request, and was willing to go on his way in peace.
As the four big men carrying the coffin exerted their strength again, this time it was magical. The white coffin containing Miss Song was lifted easily this time.
Seeing that Ms. Song was finally willing to go on her way in peace, all the relatives and friends present breathed a sigh of relief. Then, amid the sound of gongs and suonas, Boss Song's family of three walked in front holding the coffin to see her off, and the funeral procession with white cloth strips tied on their arms also
Follow him out of the city.
At this time, the curfew had just ended, and the funeral procession successfully left the city and arrived at the Song family cemetery.