Duan Yi raised her eyebrows and looked at the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren in the carriage: old, weak, sick...

She couldn't help but shed tears of bitterness for the ancestors of the Duan family. Even if they were exhausted, they could not bring these useless unfilial descendants!

Duan Ming felt the invisible stomp in the air, and his little head became lower and lower, and he wanted to shrink into his neck.

Duan Yi looked at it and did not speak out for advice.

Duan Wenchang pretends to be deaf, she pretends to be blind, and they are the family they love each other.

"Dad, after all, Master Chu brought Jiannan. It's still early now. We might as well go over together to see if there is anything we need help! Otherwise, I'm afraid others will say we are unkind and righteous."

After all, Duan Sixian couldn't help but break the tranquility in the car. He glanced at his old father with some anxiety.

Duan Wenchang nodded, "As it is, I asked the carriage behind me to go back first, let's change the way. Ayi will arrange it."

Alas, Duan Yi was a little disappointed. She felt that she shouldn't be called Duan Yi, but Duan Ye, or Duan Jie.

The aunt sounds like she doesn’t have the advantage she takes, and she doesn’t have the same sound as young as the sister.

Even though he muttered, Duan Yi was very familiar with the funeral and sacrifice. Soon he arranged the coachman to find the nearest funeral shop to Qi's family, and bought things like birthday candles, incense, paper money, etc.

"Mr. On weekdays, he was in Baoxingtang, and his house was walking in three alleys behind the pharmacy. He had no female relatives at home, so I found someone to buy an old mother and did some washing work for him."

"Mr. I have a leg disease, so I'm not listening to my words..."

Duan Yi held the basket and said softly. As soon as she arrived at the door, she heard the full voice of Doctor Qi.

"I don't know if you are bad or stupid when I say bad things in front of someone's door! Why did you come so hard that Old Man Guan has turned white when he waited for you, and he couldn't do it alone when he hit the coffin!"

Duan Yi took a deep breath and had an ominous premonition in her heart.

Qi Langzhong's yard is not big, with only three or two rooms in the house. There is a large open space in front of the main hall. On weekdays, she is full of medicinal herbs, and after a while, some books with moldy smell will be brought out.

She took the lead and walked into the door. Sure enough, she saw three benches on the open space, and a door panel was placed on the head of the bench. The old charlatan was wearing a mourning dress and covered with a piece of yellow paper on his face, and then lay there quietly.

An old man in short-dressed clothes, with a long white cloth hanging around his neck, holding a plane and a wood flower.

Duan Yi was speechless, "Isn't it my husband's senior brother? If a person dies, he is not worth buying a coffin? Mr. Guan's hand is a Trojan horse. Why did the gentleman ask him to hit the coffin?"

The craftsman named Guan heard Duan Yi's voice, nodded at her with a smile, and then continued to dig up.

"Ahhhh..." Doctor Qi picked up his crutch and walked towards the door, "It's just this old man who harms others and is not good for himself. I didn't poke a few holes for him. They are all kindness. Do you know how your master's wife got away back then?"

"I don't know who is in Jincheng. You failed to get the exam many times. The teacher's wife scolded the mud and couldn't help you with the wall to rest..."

When Doctor Qi heard this, he was immediately annoyed. He picked up his crutch, knocked on Duan Yi's leg, and stamped at the corpse of the old charlatan, "What do you know in every family? What is it that is not easy to learn from our subject? He was born alone, and he didn't learn it, so he just learned the art of divination and face-to-face."

"Anyone who calculates correctly, no one is a person who is ill of five diseases and three lesions, and dies on the streets. The old man is usually unvirtuous. Looking back on the past, your master, I am also a handsome man, so he married a beautiful and virtuous person like your master's wife."

"But the first time I met, my kind-hearted senior brother gave me a big gift! He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Junior brother, you'd better stop taking the exam. You will not have the life of high school in your life!"

As the doctor Qi said, as if he had just discovered Duan Wenchang, he walked towards him in surprise.

"Duan Xiang is a great scholar of the world. Isn't it true that I am a living Buddha? My disciple is like a living Buddha! My senior brother who has not seen in hundreds of years dies. Can I still give him a sacrifice as my father?"

"Isn't this just that I ate the melon last year and took a soak in the mountains and fields without any concern. After I took the melon, I forced it to pick it. While eating it, I also thought that the melon was not sweet. Why did it grow into a melon and not grow into the immortal fruit?"

"You just say I'm right?"

The doctor Qi opened his eyes wide and almost got close to him to face Duan Wenchang.

Duan Wenchang's face turned dark, he held his breath, and subconsciously took a step back.

This sarcastic old thing!

Duan Wenchang touched his beard and nodded seriously, "Mr. Qi has a unique view, and it is indeed reasonable. But the dead are the most important thing. In the past, I think it is clouds and smoke. Sixian, you take Ming'er to buy a good coffin for the master."

"Go to the house and call some people to help Mr. Qi with funeral. Ayi is young and not considerate. If the master has something to do, he should be obeyed by his disciples. These things should not be worrying about Mr. Qi."

"I am also a close friend of Master Chu. I hope Mr. Qi will not blame Duan for making his own decisions."

Qi Langzhong tsk a few times, "I know that I am taking my own initiative and taking my own initiative, so there is no need for a coffin. This is the coffin I left for myself. I can't be wronged by my good brother."

He said, glaring at Duan Yi who was watching the fun, "You are so thick-skinned? Haven't you heard what your grandfather said? If you have something to do, you are still standing there and going to beat the coffin!"

"Mom Jiang has a distinguished guest tonight. Let's eat radish slices. Cut it thinner than the skin of a human face, and it's not as thick as it's not tasty!"

Duan Sixian immediately blushed when he heard the words of pointing to the mulberry and scolding. He looked at Duan Yi who rolled up her sleeves and was about to saw the wood, and became a little angry, "Yi'er, what are you doing?"

Duan Wenchang was about to stop him, and Qi Langzhong immediately seized the opportunity again. He raised his eyebrows and looked over with surprise, "Isn't there anything wrong with the disciples who are obeyed? Why did they change again all of a sudden? It's not a shame that they are from Shu. Even if they grow up in the north, they will never forget their ability to change their faces."

Duan Sixian was so angry that he was pulled behind by Duan Wenchang. He frowned, "Let's bring incense sticks to the master, and then go back and ask someone to help. Don't be yelling in the mourning hall and get rid of the deceased souls."

As he said, he glanced at Duan Sixian, then looked at Duan Ming who was a little wandering around the sky, sighed lightly, bent down, and reached out to get the incense he just bought.

Just now, he saw Duan Yi had already picked up three incense sticks and handed them to him.

She bowed the altar quickly, took a copper basin, and quietly burned paper money on the side.

Duan Wenchang didn't say anything anymore, led Duan Sixian and Duan Ming to bow respectfully, burn incense again, and then said to Duan Yi, "You can stay here to help, we will go back first. If you have something to do, come and ask the grandpa."

"Mr. Chu is familiar with the mysterious method. I will go to Zhaojue Temple to invite Master HP to do rituals. Many of my students have the same reasons as the masters, and I am afraid they will come to pay tribute to you at that time."

Duan Wenchang said, dragging Duan Sixian and his grandchildren toward the carriage outside the door.

Duan Yi looked at them quietly, and when they left, she threw her sleeves into the room.

The doctor Qi was not annoyed at all and followed in with a cane. The two of them walked straight into the innermost study room, "Why did your master bring about a murder?"

Duan Yi sat down, picked up the teapot on the table, poured herself a bowl of Chuanqiong tea, and drank it all in one go.

"He asked me to take a hairband and after it was cut, there was a broken sheepskin piece inside. As for the people in my family, I have already tried it out."
Chapter completed!