There is a home in the depths of the white clouds

The cemetery had been selected long ago. When the coffin was raised at the place where the coffin stopped, 36 people carried the coffin and walked to the cemetery. From the door of the house where the coffin stopped, Wu Jun, the eldest son, kowtowed.

Wu Youwei snickered, but this time he kowtowed for real, from the door of the house to the cemetery.

There were many mourners, with religious figures in front, filial sons and grandsons behind, and the coffin, followed by funeral mourners from the Wu family.

Chuicuidada, weeping and crying, when Wu Youwei saw it at the cemetery, he almost burst out laughing, the hole dug in this cemetery was almost as big as the small house!

And it's very deep, and the inside is black. It can be seen that it was burnt with fire, but this is a hole dug a long time ago. According to the rules of the court, the grade of Mrs. Wu is not enough for the mausoleum specifications, it can only be bigger and higher.

The coffin was buried, and some funerary objects were actually put into the coffin, and the coffin was not ordinary.

When filling the soil, maybe the last trace of emotion left by the original owner also evaporated, Wu Youwei cried for the first time and was heartbroken.

Compared to his snot and tears flying together, wishing to follow him, Wu Jun was very different from Mrs. Wu, at least he didn't look as sad as Maid Wu.

Thinking that if he didn't die, the original owner wouldn't die either.

But he took the original owner's body, Wu Youwei was cruel, took out a pair of small scissors from his pocket, cut off a lock of hair, and put it on the coffin crying: "Father, my son can't go with you. Your skin is influenced by your parents, leaving a lock of your hair, and you will not be lonely on the road to Huangquan."

Mrs. Wu secretly hated Wu Youwei for making trouble for nothing. In such a comparison, Wu Jun, the eldest son of the first line, is not very good, so she had to resort to crying and howling, with a shrill voice!

"Master!" Mrs. Wu cried in pain, her voice was really sad this time.

After all, it is a person who has passed her whole life, and she will be sad if she suddenly disappears. This kind of sadness is just right at this time.

Wu Youwei also cried, but he still maintained the state of being more mournful than heartbroken, consistent, and let people know his sadness without much acting.

Especially the actions just now completely overwhelmed the performance of Wu Jun, the eldest son.

The sadness on Wu Jun's face could hardly be maintained!

But the first one to put his hair in is filial; the second one to put his hair in is called stupid!

So it is impossible for him to show filial piety like Wu Maid, and he feels sick, so don't mention it.

After the burial, a new tomb was erected, and these people quickly erected a monument, and then they began to burn paper and cry.

After finishing everything, I took people to have lunch.

Lunch is a tofu feast.

Stewed tofu, tofu mixed with shallots, tofu stewed with cabbage, stir-fried dried tofu.

Cold yuba, cold tofu skin, smooth tofu puffs, stewed tofu with potherb mustard.

Plus a seaweed tofu soup.

This is a rare seafood in ancient times.

There are nine dishes, one table for nine people, and they still eat white flour steamed buns.

At this point, the whole funeral was coming to an end. They ate at noon, and the guests left one after another in the afternoon, but Liu Daxia and the others did not leave, staying with Wu Youwei.

This made Mrs. Wu, who wanted to deal with Wu Youwei immediately, feel a tightness in her chest, but she endured it.

Since Maid Wu appeared, their family's reputation might have changed in the past two or three days. If she couldn't bear it any longer, it would affect the future of her son and grandson.

Although the son said that the hereditary position will not change, it is very different whether the hereditary position is real power or false position.

If the reputation is bad, who will appoint a powerful official to a person with a bad reputation?

Wu Youwei valued this, so he took control of them. This is the period of filial piety, and if something happens, everyone will be ashamed!

He can be indifferent, with his advanced vision and knowing the future direction, he is naturally free from worries; but the Wu family is different.

He is a stone, and the other party is an egg, which is worth more than a stone.

On the way back, I finally didn’t have to cry anymore, but the food still didn’t smell greasy. There was nothing I could do. In ancient times, keeping filial piety was very strict.