New widow

This seemed to be a rare adjustment in life. Thinking of this, Su Qiao couldn't help but tremble. Is this what her life is like? Listen to the maids bickering, then deal with household matters, and don't think about anything else?

"Madam, what's wrong with you?" Xi'er helped Su Qiao wash her face. Seeing Su Qiao standing there blankly, Xi'er couldn't help but asked in surprise. Su Qiao shook her head: "It's nothing. After cleaning up, we will go to the cemetery."

Xi'er wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, so she could only hide everything in her heart, and after packing, breakfast was delivered to the nunnery, which was just plain porridge and a few exquisite side dishes.

Madam Huang came to serve them for breakfast. During breakfast, Madam Huang said softly: "Madam, we have already agreed with the nunnery master that the monthly money and other uses here will be sent here as usual."

The nobles in the capital often gave alms to some temples for the convenience of burning incense for their female relatives. This nunnery can also be regarded as the family temple of the Duke's mansion.

Su Qiao nodded: "Fifth Aunt is here, just as usual, somewhere else?"

"Other temples don't give as much alms as before." As she said this, Madam Huang hesitated and seemed to remember Su Qiaona's words, which said that in the eyes of people in the capital, the British government was also in decline.

"What do you want to say?" Suqiao looked at Madam Huang. Madam Huang put away her thoughts and said softly: "There is still some shortfall in the house, and we have to wait for the funeral to be over. Madam, please go and take a look at the accounts."

deficit? These two words made Song Zhen look at Madam Huang. Madam Huang misunderstood and smiled at Song Zhen and said, "Don't worry, girl, this house will not owe you anything."

"I don't care about this, I just think," Song Zhen frowned again, but she didn't say what she wanted to say.

Exit, what does she think? Su Qiao looked at Song Zhen's face. It seemed that a big event had ended, but in fact many things had just begun.

After breakfast, Su Qiao and Song Zhen went to the cemetery. This is the ancestral tomb of the British Duke. Naturally, according to the regulations, there are tomb passages for Weng Zhong and other things, as well as three rooms dedicated to sacrifices. Next to them are the gravekeepers. cabin.

The fields around the cemetery are the Song family's sacrificial fields. At a glance, it seems that there is no change in sight.

"The ancestors were very considerate. This sacrificial land totals about two thousand acres. It is enough to provide for the annual sacrifices and the clan's school." After saying this, Mrs. Song Wu sighed softly: "I have seen it, if Without this sacrificial field, I’m afraid we wouldn’t be able to prepare the sacrificial items.”

Originally, several groups took turns to prepare the sacrificial items. Later, those groups gradually became unable to support them, and all were provided by the Duke's government. Later, some people still said that they should simply buy some sacrificial fields and use them specifically for these purposes. These sacrificial fields were just purchased.

"This sacrificial field can be considered a step back." Suqiao looked at the sacrificial fields that could not be seen and said this lightly. Mrs. Song Wu was stunned, and then Mrs. Song Wu said: "Third sister-in-law, you are so To be honest, it’s a bit scary.”

"There is nothing in this world that lasts forever. Many nobles in the capital have declined to the point where they only have one name." Su Qiao said lightly. Mrs. Song Wu immediately thought of the Chu family and wanted to say The Song family was not like this, but Mrs. Song Wu kept silent after thinking about what happened to the Song family in recent years.

The gravekeeper, who was also the head of the village offering sacrifices to the fields, had already come forward with his family members to greet them. Su Qiao stopped talking and walked into the house with Song Zhen and the others.

Zhuangtou's surname is Du, his wife

Aunt Du is in her fifties this year. She is smart and capable. As soon as Suqiao and the others sat down, tea and snacks were served. Aunt Du also smiled and said: "There are two maids at home, but they are both rough-handed and rough-footed. I’m afraid they won’t serve me well.”

While talking, Song Zhen had already taken a bite of the snack and felt that the taste was very familiar. She couldn't help but look at Aunt Du. Aunt Du had already said with a smile: "This snack is from that nunnery. The little nun that the girl saw in the nunnery yesterday. That’s my granddaughter.”

"Why was she sent to be a nun at such a young age?" Song Zhen asked in surprise. Aunt Du sighed: "The fortune teller said her life is not that good. Let us give her away. Otherwise, she will not have any bones in her body." It will be better."

"It's strange to say that since the child went to the nunnery, his body and bones have healed, and he has learned to write from me." Mrs. Song Wu's words made Aunt Du salute Mrs. Song Wu again: "This is all thanks to Mrs. Wu's constant care. Otherwise, the child’s mother will be very worried.”

"The grandson your daughter-in-law gave birth to is already seven years old, right?" Mrs. Song Wu and Aunt Du were chatting about their daily routine, and Aunt Du nodded: "He is already seven years old, and he is being sent to the school in front of us. People like us don't expect him. Being able to read makes a difference, just to know a few more words so that you can work well for the government in the future."

Looking through the window, one can see the green fields. Suqiao listened to the homely words spoken by Aunt Du and Mrs. Song Wu. Normally, such days should be normal, but Suqiao thought of the little nun yesterday. She was not even that old. He is only about ten years old, and he was even younger when he left the nunnery. The fate of my daughter’s family is like a rootless weed.

The wind blows and it blows away.

"Madam, the time has come." Madam Huang came in to report, and Su Qiao put away her thoughts and took Song Zhen out. The tomb had been dug long ago, and they were just waiting for the time to come, and after worshiping, they would send the coffin in.

The child was also being held by the wet nurse. He was standing there looking not very energetic. When Su Qiao looked over, the wet nurse said to Su Qiao: "I think he was shocked when he came to the grave, and he is not very willing to take the milk."

"Take good care of him." Suqiao touched the child's face. The child smiled at Suqiao. Seeing the child's smile, Suqiao's heart felt soft. There were not many innocent people in the entire Song family, and in the end Innocent, this is the kind of child.

When the time came, Su Qiao took Song Zhen and her children to pay homage to Song An's coffin again. Someone would naturally do the rest. Mrs. Song Wu also took Su Qiao to pay homage to her ancestor's grave.

From the first-generation British father-in-law and his wife to those behind, everyone is densely packed with people from the Song family.

Arriving at the tomb of Mr. Song Wu, Mrs. Song Wu stopped and said, "This is my husband. Look, the tomb next to it is mine."

The acupuncture points had been dug at that place, and they only waited until the time came to send people in. Suqiao looked at Song An's tomb not far away. Next to Song An's tomb, there were two tombs, one for Mrs. Chu and the other for Wu. Madam, across the road on the other side is the grave of another Song An's wife.

Suqiao felt dizzy. From now on, she would lie down in this ancestral grave far away, with a group of people she had never met before.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Zhen supported Su Qiao. Naturally, Su Qiao couldn't say anything to Song Zhen. She just said softly: "Many people are buried here." Mi.

They are so densely packed that they seem to be innumerable.