Travel through troubled times and escape famine with the system

The front yard of the main hall of the Lang Mansion is about fifteen or sixteen meters square. It was originally a garden. In season, it is full of beautiful flowers.

But at this moment, there was not a single flower in the garden, as all had been cleared out by the servants.

And on the leveled ground, the sounds of Dharma drums and golden cymbals were heard, and banners and precious canopies fluttered in the wind.

In a high position in the courtyard, there is a large vermilion coffin with a tablet in front of it, which reads: The spirit tablet of my beloved son Hongyun.

On the left and right sides of the courtyard, there were Taoists and monks chanting sutras for the salvation of the souls of the dead. The servants coming and going were all wearing white linen and had solemn expressions.

On both sides of the spirit tablet, there were women and children kneeling, unable to get up, crying sadly.

As for the people who came to pay their respects, there was an endless stream of them, and each of them had a mournful look on their face, appearing to be extremely grief-stricken.

Lu You came to the yard with paper cows and paper horses in his arms. Before he found his place, an old housekeeper came up to him and scolded him in a low voice.

"I asked you to go get something, but you took so long. Where is Wang An?"

"I have diarrhea, so I went to the toilet." Lu You replied respectfully.

"A lazy donkey will piss and poop a lot." The old housekeeper scolded, and then pointed to the side and said, "Put the paper cow and paper horse next to the coffin."

Upon hearing this, Lu You nodded hurriedly, then walked around the crowd and headed towards the coffin.

At this time, paper-made boys and girls had already been placed next to the coffin, and next to it were wreaths and funeral couplets.

Especially behind the coffin, there was a high pile of paper gold bars, like a mountain of gold pressing on the ground, almost reaching the roof.

There are so many flammable things, and you are still burning a brazier in front of the spirit.

The people from this other world are indeed ignorant and have absolutely no awareness of fire prevention.

Lu You thought to himself, and casually placed the paper cow and paper horse next to the coffin.

In the distance, the old housekeeper saw Lu You putting the cattle and horses away, so he waved from a distance and asked Lu You to step aside.

But how could Lu You care about him at this time?

Clapping his hands casually, Lu You walked around the coffin and went straight to the brazier in front of the tablet.

The woman crying sadly beside the brazier was Lang Hongyun's first wife. She subconsciously thought that Lu You was a guest who came to pay his respects, so she kowtowed in return according to the rules.

But suddenly, he heard the maid who was kneeling beside him speak sternly: "Zhang Erhe? How dare you stand here and let the young lady kneel before you! Get out of the way!"

The woman looked up and was stunned to see Lu You wearing the clothes of a servant in the Lang residence.

But before she could open her mouth, she saw Lu You actually walked to the side, picked up a stack of yellow paper and put it into the brazier.

"Madam! Young Master has been very kind to me, so I will give him some paper money."

The woman was already sad, and when she heard Lu You's words, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Just as the old butler ran towards the coffin and wanted to pull Lu You away, he saw Lu You picked up two handfuls of burning paper and suddenly chanted loudly.

"A funeral of roses...burying your memories..."

"I feel my hands are numb... I can't control myself... I can't hold you anymore..."

"A small raindrop...stays with me till dawn..."

"I'll use this last minute to miss you..."

[Negative emotions from Lang Zhao +30, +30, +30...]

[Negative emotions from Ding Xiuer +25, +25, ...]

[Negative emotions from Sun Manduo +10...]

【From Zhou...】

Almost at the moment when Lu You started singing, at least twenty or thirty negative emotional reminder sounds kept ringing.

In the whole yard, everyone looked at the crazy Lu You in front of the coffin in confusion. Even the monks and Taoists stopped chanting to see where the strange singing came from.

"Zhang Erhe! How dare you disturb the young master's peace? I think you are tired of living!"

Seeing Lu You acting so crazy, the old housekeeper immediately scolded him harshly.

"Someone, come here! Take this crazy guy away and wait for Grandpa to come back and deal with him!"

Following the old butler's shout, more than twenty servants from the Lang mansion on both sides of the courtyard responded and rushed towards Lu You.

Lu You grinned and put the yellow paper in his hands into the brazier and lit it.

"Madam, how would you like it done? Would you like cumin and chili powder?"

Lang Zhao stared at Lu You in a daze. She didn't understand what he meant at all, but she didn't need to understand.

Because when Lu You asked this question, he had already rolled up the burning yellow paper and threw it directly onto the wreath next to it.

"How dare you, Shuzi!!"

Someone exclaimed.

But how could Lu You be scared by him?

Under the gaze of everyone, Lu You picked up the brazier and ran, directly placing it on the "golden mountain" behind the coffin, and then ran away.

“Put out the fire!!”

"Catch him!!"

"Don't let him get away!!"

Whether it is paper people and paper horses, wreaths and gold mountains, or white banners and white gauze, they are all extremely flammable.

Now that we have seen the fire, how can we possibly put it out?

In just a few breaths, the entire Lang Mansion's mourning hall was engulfed in flames.

At this time, everyone no longer cared about Lu You, the arsonist, and shouted for water to put out the fire.

Lu You ran wildly in Lang Mansion, found a deserted place, and jumped out over the wall.

On the street, people had already heard the shouting from inside the Lang Mansion, and were gathering together to look at the black smoke rising from the courtyard wall.

"Isn't there a funeral in the Lang Mansion today? What happened?"

Someone asked doubtfully, and then turned his gaze to Lu You.

"My brother, I see you are wearing the clothes of the Lang Mansion. Could you tell me what happened in the Lang Mansion?"

Lu You looked back at the direction of Lang Mansion and murmured for a moment: "Inside... they are barbecuing. There are many people, so there are many fires, so there is a lot of smoke."

"???"

What a fucking barbecue!

Are funerals so unique nowadays?

The passerby looked at Lu You blankly: "Then why is that shouting?"

"I told you, there were too many people and not enough barbecue to share, so they started fighting."

After Lu You finished speaking, he turned and ran towards the county government office.

Only the already confused people were left to continue to be confused...

In the county government office, all three shifts of detectives had left, leaving only a few yamen runners guarding the room.

"Before, you complained that our salaries were not as high as those of the constables, and that we couldn't make any money."

"But now it seems that our job is the easiest."

"I just stand by every day. Although I earn less, I won't risk my life."

A middle-aged yamen runner said with a smile while holding a handful of peanuts.

Next to him, a young yamen runner filled his cup of tea.

"What Sun Touer said is absolutely right."

"Those roaming soldiers and bandits dared to even attack Young Master Lang. Chasing them down would be a deadly task."

The middle-aged yamen runner laughed when he heard this: "Not necessarily!"

"In our county government, the three squads of detectives may seem intimidating on weekdays, but when it comes to such an assignment, how many of them are willing to give their best?"

"After all, their lives and property belong to them. They might be hiding in a restaurant to have fun..."

As they were talking, they heard a scream from outside the yamen.

"Master! It's bad! The young master's funeral hall is on fire!!"