Chapter 1045 Accident
Mr. Chu stood up and said, "Okay, the time is up, close the lid."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Mrs. Chu and the others cried even louder. Their cries shook the sky and the earth shook.
More than a dozen mourners rushed forward, carefully put the lid on the coffin, nailed the coffin nails, and tied the ropes. The sixteen carriers were divided into two sides, and they were ready to raise the coffin.
When the second uncle of the Chu family saw the clock hour on the hourglass, he called out, "Get up..."
The sixteen bearers shouted, and with a burst of energy, they lifted the heavy coffin.
The coffin rushed out of the house, followed closely by Chu Xuanyu, Chu Jingwen, and Chu Jingwen, followed by the female family members.
Xia Zihan followed Zhuo and quickly chased away.
The coffin was placed on the hearse until they reached the gate. Mrs. Chu, Chu Jinglan, and Chu Jingxiu all climbed into the hearse and lay on the hearse crying bitterly.
Xia Zihan was stunned for a moment, then he was dragged by Zhuo and climbed onto the hearse.
Zhuo said softly, "Even if you howl, you still have to howl a few times, and everyone is watching."
It is a custom in Dasheng that the mourner who cries loudest means that person is the closest to the deceased elder and the most filial person.
On the contrary, if you don't cry, people will find out and scold you behind your back for being unfilial to your grandson. Therefore, even if you have no good impressions or feelings for Mrs. Chu, you still have to howl a few times.
Xia Zihan saw Mrs. Zhuo holding a handkerchief, covering her face and howling. She also followed suit and howled a few times.
The hearse gradually walked out of the city.
Because Xia Zihan was lying on the hearse, he didn't have to walk. However, the mourners behind him were moaning in their hearts.
The hilltop that Mr. Chu bought for Mrs. Chu was more than an hour's journey from the city. Many people turned pale from exhaustion along the way.
When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, after worshiping the spirit and kowtowing, we no longer had the energy to walk back.
Xia Zihan saw Mrs. Xia Er, Qinghui, Zeng Jing, Liao Fangyi, and several sisters from the Dou family.
Princess Qinghui is a little better. She has martial arts and can adjust her breath. Walking this little way is nothing to her. But Mrs. Xia Er’s Zeng Jing is different from others. Mrs. Xia Er’s face is pale with exhaustion, and her forehead is I was still sweating coldly.
Sisters Zeng Jing, Liao Fangyi and Dou didn't look good.
On this hot day, if you walk all morning under the bright sun, even if you are not tired, the heat will be unbearable.
Xia Zihan thought for a while and then said to Chu Qing beside her, "Go and tell the second wife and cousins to let them take my carriage back."
"This... Princess, the carriage was sent by the prince to pick you up, but they took it back. How will you go back when you come down the mountain?" Chu Qing hesitated.
The carriage driven by Gan Song came out of the city with the funeral procession. It was the carriage specially prepared by the prince for the princess. If the second wife and several people were riding in it, wouldn't it be that the prince's affection for the princess was in vain? ?
"I will walk back with the princess in a while."
When she came, she was lying on the hearse, not walking, and she wasn't tired. Even if she walked slowly when she came back, she wouldn't be tired.
But Mrs. Xia Er, Zeng Jing and others turned pale. If they were allowed to go back in the bright sun, their bodies would definitely be unable to bear it.
Chu Qing hesitated for a moment, but finally listened to his master's instructions.
However, she turned around and told Chu Qiao, "You ride back and tell the prince to send another carriage." Chu Qiao nodded, and she said, "There are also the princess and the uncle, the three of them. Uncle, oh, by the way, the Liao family's wife is also close to the master. I'm afraid there won't be enough seats in one carriage, so let the prince send a few more."
"We have a total of eight carriages in the house. It would be better if we could drive them out." It also saved a while. The master saw that several other ladies who were close to him were tired and wanted to let the carriage out again.
Xia Zihan didn't know what Chu Qingqiao was discussing in secret, but Mrs. Xia's two sisters, the Dou family offended Xia Zihan and asked her to let them sit in the carriage, so they all looked at her with their eyes filled with confusion. gratitude.
Xia Zihan waved to them, signaling them to go back quickly.
After seeing off the funeral guests, the coffin was lifted up again by the bearers, abandoned the hearse, and walked up the mountain step by step.
Mrs. Chu and several female family members followed the coffin and cried so hard that their voices became hoarse from crying. Xia Zihan pursed her lips and occasionally howled to show off.
Just when everyone was walking fast and crying vigorously, suddenly, Xia Zihan heard the sound of the rope breaking.
She raised her eyes to look at the coffin in front of her and shouted, "No, the rope is broken."
As soon as she finished speaking, the rope on the left side in front of the coffin broke. The coffin tilted and fell heavily to the ground, even crushing the foot of a bearer.
The spirit bearer let out a scream, holding his crushed leg and howling like a wolf.
This sudden incident happened so fast that no one could react. By the time everyone reacted, the spirit bearer had already been injured.
Chu Xuanyu, Chu Jingwu's uncle and nephew rushed over and saw that the entire left foot of the spiritual worker was pressed under the coffin. Needless to say, the entire bones of the sole of the foot must have been crushed.
Chu Xuanyu shouted, "What are you still doing? Why don't you lift the coffin quickly?"
The remaining fifteen bearers came to their senses and hurriedly tied the broken ropes before lifting the coffin again.
Chu Jingwu saw that one person was missing among the mourners, so he walked over and took the place of the injured mourners.
When the coffin was lifted, the leg that was carrying the coffin was numb with pain and could not move at all. Xia Zihan stepped forward, grabbed him, and dragged his leg out.
She squatted down, pinched the broken bones inside, shook her head sadly and said, "The bones are too broken and cannot be restored."
"Oh my God, my legs... what can I do with my legs? My whole family depends on me as a mourner to support them. What if... what can my whole family do?"
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When the mourners thought of the difficult days ahead for their families, they felt sad and burst into tears. Xia Zihan said, "Don't worry, the Anjun Prince's Palace will not ignore you."
The mourners' cries were now a little quieter.
Mrs. Zhuo also stepped forward and said to him, "When you go back, ask your family to come to me. Don't worry, I will make sure your family has enough food and clothing."
With Zhuo's promise, the spirit carrier no longer had to worry about the family's food and clothing. He gratefully kowtowed to Zhuo's Xia Zihan, "Thank you, princess, and thank you, princess."
Two long followers were sent to carry the injured bearer down the mountain, and Xia Zihan kindly gave him a painkiller.
After Chu Jingwu took over the position of the coffin bearer, the coffin was soon carried to the grave dug for Mrs. Chu.
After everyone burned paper and kowtowed to Mrs. Chu, they cried for a while, and then they went down the mountain together. There were only fifteen spiritual bearers left on the mountain.
(End of chapter)