Great Imperial Merchant

Death is like a lamp going out, and the three adults present have all experienced such a scene, but Xu Xiaotian has never faced the death of his relatives.

For him, his father, who has closed his eyes and never smiled at him and made him happy, seems to be alive.When Yang Zhongyuan wanted to lift the quilt and help Xu An change into a shroud, Xu Xiaotian finally broke out. He jumped up, threw off Yang Zhongyuan's hand, and hugged Xu An tightly: "Don't take him away, please, Yang Zhongyuan!" Uncle, don't."

Seeing him like this, Yang Zhongyuan felt more and more sad, but he still looked up at Cheng Weizhe and Dr. Li, signaling them to go out first.

Cheng Weizhe sighed, and said softly: "Xiao Tian, ​​Brother Xu has already left. He has been lingering in bed for so long, we always have to change him into clean clothes to make him walk decently, right? Let's go ask the village chief to come over first Discuss the funeral, Xiao Yuan, please comfort him more."

After he finished speaking, he left the room with Dr. Li.

When we arrived in the courtyard, Cheng Weizhe cupped his hands at Dr. Li: "Brother Li, I'm really sorry for asking you to get up early in the morning. I still want to stay here with Xiao Yuan to arrange the funeral, so I won't waste your time .When things are done here, Xiao Yuan and I will come to the door to thank you."

Dr. Li shook his head and sighed: "I'll take my leave first, and come back tomorrow to offer him a stick of incense."

Cheng Weizhe sent him out of Qili Village, and after looking for him, he found the village chief's house.

In Xujiatang's room, Xu Xiaotian was crying heartbreakingly. Yang Zhongyuan comforted him while wiping his tears.

"Xiaotian, you heard what Uncle Cheng said just now. Brother Xu is gone, we want him to leave with peace of mind, right? You are a good boy, come, and Uncle Yang, help your father take care of it. Cleanliness is the key, he should have told you how to handle the funeral, right?"

Xu Xiaotian's crying gradually weakened. After a long time, he opened his red eyes and looked at Yang Zhongyuan: "The clothes and face covering are all ready. Uncle Yang, my father said that I always have to leave here to go with you, and told me to go with you." Burn it... burn it..."

When he said this, he couldn't help but choked up again.

Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help feeling sad when he heard this.

Xu Hua spent most of his life in the palace, but now he is out of the palace, but his relatives are all dead, leaving him alone.It can be regarded as having such a good son as Xu Xiaotian, willing to put on mourning for him, and cry for him sincerely, it also fully rewarded his kindness and love.

When I was studying when I was young, the master always said that good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil.At that time, when I was young, I probably heard a cutscene, and no one understood the true meaning of this sentence.

Yang Zhongyuan was late to understand, but when he was ten years old, he suddenly understood everything.

People should pay attention to good karma, so what exactly is good karma?Yang Zhongyuan doesn't have so much understanding of saving sentient beings, he only knows that he is grateful to all those who have helped him, and is willing to do his best to help others.

Back then Xu Hua in the palace treated him kindly, so now he entrusts Gu to rest in peace on the sick bed.At that time Xu Hua rescued Xu Xiaotian, and treated him as his own for a few years, and now he is a filial son who cries for his death.

One does not need to be right in everything in one's life, but if one keeps kindness in one's heart, Yang Zhongyuan thinks, one should also be rewarded with kindness.

This is not the way of heaven, nor numerology, it is just the human heart.

Yang Zhongyuan turned his head to look at Xu Hua, and saw that he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, with a satisfied smile on his face, so he knew that he was leaving, and he was really at ease.

If he can feel at ease, then the rest of them should naturally live better, so that he will be more happy if he knows it.

"Xiaotian, your father loves you the most and worries about you the most. From now on, you will live with me, and we will live a good life, and your father will be at ease. This is the best reward for him "Yang Zhongyuan wiped away his tears and tried to calm himself down, otherwise he would cry with the child, and the child would be more uncomfortable.

Sure enough, seeing that he was no longer crying bitterly, Xu Xiaotian also stopped his tears. He held his father's cold hand tightly, raised his head and asked Yang Zhongyuan: "Uncle Yang, what will I do in the future without my father?"

He can't remember most of the things before the age of one or two, but children always have deep memories of suffering.So he still remembers how his uncle and uncle treated him like that.

Later, he only vaguely knew that those two people sold him, and he became his father's son.

His father treated him very well, even though they had no blood relationship at all, but his father always gave him something delicious first, played with him, washed him, fed him when he was young, and sent him to study when he grew up.Even if it is his own, it must be nothing more than that.

Xu Xiaotian didn't have much talent, he stuttered in reading and was always scolded by his master.But even so, Xu Hua was never angry, and kept saying that "my son is the smartest".

At that time Xu Xiaotian thought he was stupid, and even hid and cried secretly, Xu Hua dug him out of the bed, put his arms around him and said: "Stinky boy, crying about such a small thing, you don't look like a man at all. When you go to school, you just want you to know a few more words, have a little culture, and don’t be deceived by others when you grow up. It’s not that you have to take the exam to become a high-ranking official. Let me ask you, do you know all the words the master taught you? Recognize it?"

Xu Xiaotian's face was flushed, and he answered honestly with his big watery eyes open: "I know them all, but I don't know how to recite poems against each other."

Xu Hua smiled: "Isn't that enough? You have worked hard to achieve what I expected from you, and my father is very happy! Xiaotian, there are so many people in Daliang, scholars, farmers, businessmen, 360 five elements, you can do whatever you want, as long as If you like it, your father will support you. We can’t study, but we can’t grow tea, right?”

Xu Xiaotian nodded and finally stopped crying.

Xu Hua kissed his face, his face was full of doting: "You, a small person, how can you be so heavy-hearted. Xiaotian, the only hope my father has for you is to hope that you will live happily in the future. Others, What about being rich, rich, and honored to be a minister? It's someone else's business, and it has nothing to do with us, you know?"

That night, Xu Hua's smiling voice was always engraved in Xu Xiaotian's heart.

Even when he recalled it now, he felt that his heart was rarely calmed down.Sadness is still sad, pain is still pain, but he gradually remembered what his father had said to him tirelessly, and in an instant, he realized many things.

What my father meant, probably as long as he was happy all the time, he would be happy too.

Although Xu Xiaotian's tears still broke out from his eyes from time to time, he was no longer crying.He looked up at Yang Zhongyuan, choked with sobs and asked him, "Uncle Yang, do you think your father will leave at ease?"

Yang Zhongyuan smoothed his messy temple hair, hugged him and sat on the side of the bed, and looked at Xu Hua together: "Look at his appearance, is he at ease?"

Xu Xiaotian stared at his father who was silent, and nodded.

"That's right," Yang Zhongyuan hugged him tightly, only to realize that Xu Xiaotian was very thin, "Because we all promised him that we will live together well in the future, Xiaotian, do you believe me?"

Xu Xiaotian was stunned, he turned his head to look at Yang Zhongyuan, his face was only the size of a slap: "Uncle Yang, if my father believes in you, I will believe in you."

This is really a good boy. Yang Zhongyuan held him and looked at Xu Hua seriously, and said firmly: "Xiaotian, you will live with me in the future, and you will be my nephew. Don't worry, I will treat you well."

Xu Hua's funeral was very simple, yet grand.

He is usually gentle and kind-hearted, so almost everyone in the village went to put incense sticks on him and gave him a short ride.

Yang Zhongyuan stayed at Xu's house to accompany him for the past seven days, only Cheng Weizhe rode back and forth between Danluo and Qili Village on horseback, bringing him some food and clothing.

He was still in good spirits, and Cheng Weizhe was relieved, but he just told him not to tire himself out, and to tell him anything.

Yang Zhongyuan agreed one by one, and he reluctantly left.

After the first seven days, Xu Xiaotian asked the village head and the elders of the village to cremate Xu Hua together according to Xu Hua's wishes.

In fact, the first day Yang Zhongyuan came to Xu's house, Xu Hua once told him that he felt that people died when they died, and it didn't matter where they were buried.This life has passed, and he doesn't believe in the illusory afterlife.

But Xu Xiaotian is not necessarily willing to leave the place where he is buried.

Considering this, Xu Hua said to Xu Xiaotian that if he wanted to be cremated, no matter where Xu Xiaotian went to settle in the future, he could be buried there by the way.

When he said this, all he could think of was his son.

The cremation was held on the last day of the first seven days. Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe were there, accompanied Xu Xiaotian to the ancestral hall, and sent Xu Hua off for the last time.

The flames lit up the sky, and the ancestral hall was filled with suppressed cries, but no one spoke.

Xu Xiaotian shed tears silently. He stared closely at the figure that was gradually disappearing in the firelight, and kept saying to him in his heart: "Father, Xiaotian will be fine, and he will make himself happy and happy. Father, in the next life, I will return to you." be your son."

On the second day, Yang Zhongyuan helped Xu Xiaotian sell the small house of the Xu family, packed up all his things, and brought him back to Danluo.

Xu Xiaotian has to keep mourning for Xu Hua for three years, so it is logical that he cannot leave the old house.But as a child, he couldn't live alone in Qili Village, so Yang Zhongyuan asked Xu Xiaotian's consent to sell the house for him, and took him back to Danluo.

On the way, Xu Xiaotian sat quietly in the carriage all the time. He neither looked around like other children, nor cried or made noise, and was too silent.

Yang Zhongyuan looked at the jujube jar in his arms, and asked him: "Little Tian, ​​there are only two rooms in Uncle's house. The other room was originally empty. If you don't want to sleep alone, can Uncle accompany you?"

Xu Xiaotian looked up at him, with a delicate and haggard face, shook his head and said, "Uncle Yang, Xiaotian is not a child anymore, I can do it myself."

He thought for a while, lowered his eyes again, and asked him, "Uncle Yang, do you want to leave Luo County in the future?"

What he asked was not Qili Village, nor Danluo, but Luo County.

Yang Zhongyuan knew that he had a keen mind, so after thinking about it, he nodded: "Yes, after about this year, my whole family will leave here. Xiaotian, are you willing?"

Xu Xiaotian touched the pot in his arms: "Uncle Yang, we will be a family from now on. Wherever you go, Xiaotian will go with you. As long as...after father's forty-nine, it will be fine."

"Okay." Yang Zhongyuan patted his head and agreed.