Tan Wenbin was in a bind and said, "But Mr. Li’s household already has a freeloader like ."
Yin ng responded, "I can work, help with the cooking and such."
Run Sheng: "..."
Tan Wenbin: "..."
Li Zhiyuan had no choice but to speak up, "Once you co ho with us, you can do nothing at all, but please don’t ever get the itch to cook."
Even Tan Wenbin’s iron stomach couldn’t handle it. Fearing that if Yin ng were to cook a al at ho, she’d directly send both herself and the Grandmaster to their ends.
"Did you agree?" Yin ng asked happily, "Then I will go with you to Nantong."
"Right, okay."
Old man, your granddaughter is actually much smarter than you think.
After the al, the sounds of funeral music continued to play outside while everyone sat in front of the spirit hall playing cards.
Initially, it was four people playing ’Fight the Landlord,’ but after a while, a tacit agreent was reached to exclude Li Zhiyuan from the ga, and they started playing three-person ’Fight the Landlord.’
By the afternoon, the players had disbanded.
The items in the shop needed to be dealt with. The handicrafts weren’t worth much money and could be given away. The truly valuable items in the shop were the coffins. The old man used up one, leaving four.
Luckily, coffins were a hot commodity at the mont.
Every family has the elderly, and before they pass away, they prepare their burial materials in advance.
In order to sell them quickly, Yin ng offered a fifty percent discount. The four coffins were sold in no ti, and the paynt was in cash.
Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin pushed the cart, delivering the coffins to the designated shops. Yes, they were sold without even leaving Ghost Street to other rchants.
They weren’t worried that placing the coffins outside the shop temporarily would affect business. Here, it was as commonplace as having a beckoning cat.
Yin ng sat there, counting the money: "It’s good. Next month’s rent is not yet paid. When the ti cos, the remaining stuff in the house can all be left for the landlord."
Run Sheng dumped the remaining cold dishes at noon and boiled a big pot of mixed-grain porridge.
Full and satisfied, they noticed it had turned completely dark outside.
Yin Fuhai’s coffin was placed on a trolley, Run Sheng pushed at the front, Tan Wenbin pushed from behind, Yin ng followed the cart, and Li Zhiyuan sat on the coffin lid, holding an umbrella.
It wasn’t about being lazy or putting on airs; the road to burial was tough, and he needed to sit higher to plan the path more effectively.
Burial at night, and especially in Ghost Street, ant blindly staggering could lead to all sorts of risks.
With plans to return the next day, Li Zhiyuan certainly didn’t want to encounter any unexpected events tonight.
Having left the street, bypassed the county, and crossed villages, the coffin had been transported to the riverbank successfully and without incident.
Ahead was Jiu Guaitou, locally known as Jiu Long Guai, which ans that the river andered and turned extrely sharply in this area.
Past this Jiu Long Guai, the remainder of the river ran straight all the way to the Yangtze River.
From a Feng Shui perspective, this area was like a dam gathering montum before releasing it.
A Water Burial here signified the purification of the deceased, washing away all dust and karma of a lifeti.
Seeing the actual scene, Li Zhiyuan felt a bit strange.
Logically, this wasn’t a good location for a Water Burial.
In the eyes of common people, the deceased should be resting in peace, but this place spoke of a light-hearted journey afar.
If the site were chosen for newborns to receive blessings and baptism, or for adults to hold coming-of-age rituals, that would have been more appropriate.
On the bank, Tan Wenbin had set up the offering table.
Li Zhiyuan turned to Yin ng, "Do you know how to recite a eulogy?"
Yin ng spread her hands. She had gotten used to this kind of response today: "No, I don’t know how."
Suddenly, Li Zhiyuan felt that he might have gotten the short end of the stick because he was practically performing a ritual service for the old man.
And this task was not part of the trade agreent.
Li Zhiyuan walked up to the offering table, gestured to his side, and said to Yin ng, "Kneel here with the incense."
"Okay, alright."
Yin ng obediently lit the incense, knelt down, and held it above her head.
Li Zhiyuan signaled to Run Sheng, who pushed the coffin into the water from the shore.
However, the coffin didn’t imdiately float downstream; instead, it stayed near the bank.
Li Zhiyuan lit the yellow paper with a candle, waved it about, scattering the burning paper into the air, on the ground, and into the river.
With the light of the fla that hadn’t yet gone out, Li Zhiyuan, supporting himself on the offering table with his hands slightly drooped, began to chant the eulogy.
The first part of the eulogy was to sing the praises of Yin Changsheng, also known as the Emperor Fengdu.
Li Zhiyuan recited this part completely from mory, from the notes he had, as nothing needed to be changed.
The latter half required recounting the life of the deceased, which couldn’t be copied and had to be tailored to the "deceased in question."
But there really wasn’t much to boast of about the old man. He didn’t just fail to enhance and grow the family legacy; it almost ca to an end in his hands.
If it weren’t for the one-eyed woman poisoning soone first, the old man would have carried the karma of being associated with the extermination of the family. As for any sort of difficult circumstances and reasons, the Heavenly Dao does not care about these.
Since there were no achievents or highlights in his life, the only thing Li Zhiyuan could comnd was the "diligence."
To fill the eulogy, Li Zhiyuan described this point from various angles and perspectives repeatedly.
Feeling it was about adequate, Li Zhiyuan began to wrap up, which was the most crucial step.
The boy first took a deep breath, then leaned forward, entering a semi-Underworld state;
His voice was no longer confined to reality, reaching another unseen, untouchable "world."
"Li Zhiyuan on behalf of Yin ng as a filial representative,
Pray to the Great Emperor Fengdu, to fix the Yellow Springs, control the Underworld, open the gates of the nether.
To receive,
The descendant of the Yin family, Yin Fuhai,"
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