Rebirth of the eldest daughter
Chapter 669 How is it not worth it?
Chapter 669 How is it not worth it?
At this time.
Bai Weiyong glanced at the sky: "Mingwei, the time is coming, prepare to send your father, uncle, brother, and your second sister-in-law away."
The members of the Bai family, who had been in mourning for many days, officially set off the funeral in the afternoon.
A family of ten, some froze in the Yinshan Mountains for several months, stopped at the frontier for several months, and some had their blood running cold on the way home. Now they can all be laid to rest.
Ten coffins were carried out from the resting place and carried away from the home one after another.
The first coffin to be carried out was that of Bai Mingwei's father, Bai Boyuan. He was the eldest son of the family and the established heir.
According to the order of teeth and seniority, he should be the first.
The second coffin that was carried out belonged to the second master Bai Zhongyuan.
The third coffin that was carried out belonged to the third master Bai Shuyuan.
The fourth coffin that was carried out belonged to the fourth master Bai Jiyuan.
The fifth coffin that was carried out immediately belonged to the eldest son Bai Jun.
The sixth and seventh bodies were carried out at the same time, belonging to the second young master Bai Zhang and the second young lady Ren Chuying.
The eighth coffin that was carried out belonged to the third young master Bai Qiong.
The ninth coffin that was carried out belonged to the Fourth Young Master Bai Qi.
The tenth coffin that was carried out belonged to the sixth young master Bai Ying.
Ten coffins were neatly placed in the alley at the gate.
The spacious alley was filled to the brim with ten coffins, making the alley suddenly narrow.
Bai Yu, dressed in mourning clothes, stood in front of the coffin.
Next to him were Xiao Chuanyi, who pursed his lips and held a clay pot in his hand, and Bai Cerong, who seemed a little confused.
When the time came, Bai Yu immediately issued the order.
Xiao Chuanyi suddenly dropped the pot in his hand and shouted in a childish voice: "Get up!"
"boom!"
The earthen basin was smashed into pieces.
As the funeral music sounded, the ten coffins were lifted and slowly left the alley, followed closely by the funeral procession.
Bai Yu led Xiao Chuanyi and Bai Cerong to the front.
The family is full of women, three aunts, one aunt, five sisters-in-law, and six girls.
There were 15 people in total, following the team.
Bai Weiyong stood at the door, watching his children and grandchildren leave with tears streaming down his face.
When the funeral procession walked out of the alleys and onto the street, paper money was flying in the air, and people picked it up to send it off.
The farewell this time was unprecedentedly grand and the streets were packed with people.
But no one bothered them, they just stood on both sides of the street and watched the team slowly leave.
However, when the procession passed by, one person knelt down for every person they passed.
Wherever he passed, the people bowed their knees.
They knelt on the ground, so sad that they could not say a word of farewell. Only the low, suppressed sobs fully revealed their grief at the moment.
As the funeral procession passed by more and more people and approached the city gate, the cries started one after another and spread on the crowded streets.
The entire Jade City was filled with an unspeakable sadness, overwhelming and heavy in my heart.
Someone asked, are they just a few ministers worthy of being sent to each other like this by the people?
Someone answered, how can it not be worth it?
When the country was ruined and the family was in ruins, all the men of the family went to the battlefield without hesitation, and almost all of them died for the country.
After the news of their death in battle came, the women and children of this family petitioned again, and finally regained the lost land and saved the people enslaved by the foreign races.
Today, the military flag of the Bai Family Army is still flying on the city walls of Northern Xinjiang.Why isn't it worth it? !
Why isn't it worth it...
When the funeral procession left the city, many people got up and chased them out. They also wanted to follow the funeral procession, but they were politely declined by the servants of the Bai family.
"I'll take it on behalf of the gentle masters. It's hot, so I'll send it here."
Looking at the funeral procession going further and further away, they finally chose not to follow.
"Send heroes!"
A commoner standing at the front of the line knelt down.
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
He shouted sincerely.
"Send heroes!"
Behind him, more people knelt down.
"Send heroes!"
One, two, three...
At the gate of the city, there were many people kneeling.
There were even people living outside Yujing City who heard the news and came to kneel down to see the team leave.
The farewells were full of grief.
Every sentence of heroism was shouted to shake the earth and the earth.
I don’t know who sang the dirge, and I don’t know who played the dirge.
"Shuangzhe leaves Guomen, and walks east and west."
Sing alone.
"Send more death than life, and a few people will end up old."
The two chanted.
"It's better to go back to the mountain than to see my lungs and liver cut open."
More and more people chanted in unison.
"Don't hear the cries, embrace them in silence."
"Every time can be transformed into material things, and you will avoid worries."
The voice of farewell and the sad and desolate whistle resounded at the back of the team.
"There are very few people who live long in this world, and they are all sad and troubled."
"Whose car will I send you to when you cry? The spiritual flag will be purple and the ribbon will be long."
"What does the young boy hold in his arms? The bright moon and the sachet."
"It's a pity that the clothes are so beautiful that I can see him drowning in the spring."
"Don't worry about the dark way. It takes thousands of years to burn paint."
"The gloomy wind blows the yellow annua, and the elegiac song celebrates the autumn water."
"But the carriages and horses are returning to the city, and the moon is bright in the lonely grave."
After the song ended, what accompanied the funeral procession was their heartfelt cries.
The crying was continuous and did not stop for a long time until the funeral procession left the city gate.
"Have a happy journey heroes!"
A gust of wind picked up the paper money on the ground, accompanied by the sound of crying one after another. This vibrant summer presented a desolate scene.
After nearly two hours of walking, the funeral procession arrived at the ancestral grave of the Bai family.
(End of this chapter)
At this time.
Bai Weiyong glanced at the sky: "Mingwei, the time is coming, prepare to send your father, uncle, brother, and your second sister-in-law away."
The members of the Bai family, who had been in mourning for many days, officially set off the funeral in the afternoon.
A family of ten, some froze in the Yinshan Mountains for several months, stopped at the frontier for several months, and some had their blood running cold on the way home. Now they can all be laid to rest.
Ten coffins were carried out from the resting place and carried away from the home one after another.
The first coffin to be carried out was that of Bai Mingwei's father, Bai Boyuan. He was the eldest son of the family and the established heir.
According to the order of teeth and seniority, he should be the first.
The second coffin that was carried out belonged to the second master Bai Zhongyuan.
The third coffin that was carried out belonged to the third master Bai Shuyuan.
The fourth coffin that was carried out belonged to the fourth master Bai Jiyuan.
The fifth coffin that was carried out immediately belonged to the eldest son Bai Jun.
The sixth and seventh bodies were carried out at the same time, belonging to the second young master Bai Zhang and the second young lady Ren Chuying.
The eighth coffin that was carried out belonged to the third young master Bai Qiong.
The ninth coffin that was carried out belonged to the Fourth Young Master Bai Qi.
The tenth coffin that was carried out belonged to the sixth young master Bai Ying.
Ten coffins were neatly placed in the alley at the gate.
The spacious alley was filled to the brim with ten coffins, making the alley suddenly narrow.
Bai Yu, dressed in mourning clothes, stood in front of the coffin.
Next to him were Xiao Chuanyi, who pursed his lips and held a clay pot in his hand, and Bai Cerong, who seemed a little confused.
When the time came, Bai Yu immediately issued the order.
Xiao Chuanyi suddenly dropped the pot in his hand and shouted in a childish voice: "Get up!"
"boom!"
The earthen basin was smashed into pieces.
As the funeral music sounded, the ten coffins were lifted and slowly left the alley, followed closely by the funeral procession.
Bai Yu led Xiao Chuanyi and Bai Cerong to the front.
The family is full of women, three aunts, one aunt, five sisters-in-law, and six girls.
There were 15 people in total, following the team.
Bai Weiyong stood at the door, watching his children and grandchildren leave with tears streaming down his face.
When the funeral procession walked out of the alleys and onto the street, paper money was flying in the air, and people picked it up to send it off.
The farewell this time was unprecedentedly grand and the streets were packed with people.
But no one bothered them, they just stood on both sides of the street and watched the team slowly leave.
However, when the procession passed by, one person knelt down for every person they passed.
Wherever he passed, the people bowed their knees.
They knelt on the ground, so sad that they could not say a word of farewell. Only the low, suppressed sobs fully revealed their grief at the moment.
As the funeral procession passed by more and more people and approached the city gate, the cries started one after another and spread on the crowded streets.
The entire Jade City was filled with an unspeakable sadness, overwhelming and heavy in my heart.
Someone asked, are they just a few ministers worthy of being sent to each other like this by the people?
Someone answered, how can it not be worth it?
When the country was ruined and the family was in ruins, all the men of the family went to the battlefield without hesitation, and almost all of them died for the country.
After the news of their death in battle came, the women and children of this family petitioned again, and finally regained the lost land and saved the people enslaved by the foreign races.
Today, the military flag of the Bai Family Army is still flying on the city walls of Northern Xinjiang.Why isn't it worth it? !
Why isn't it worth it...
When the funeral procession left the city, many people got up and chased them out. They also wanted to follow the funeral procession, but they were politely declined by the servants of the Bai family.
"I'll take it on behalf of the gentle masters. It's hot, so I'll send it here."
Looking at the funeral procession going further and further away, they finally chose not to follow.
"Send heroes!"
A commoner standing at the front of the line knelt down.
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
He shouted sincerely.
"Send heroes!"
Behind him, more people knelt down.
"Send heroes!"
One, two, three...
At the gate of the city, there were many people kneeling.
There were even people living outside Yujing City who heard the news and came to kneel down to see the team leave.
The farewells were full of grief.
Every sentence of heroism was shouted to shake the earth and the earth.
I don’t know who sang the dirge, and I don’t know who played the dirge.
"Shuangzhe leaves Guomen, and walks east and west."
Sing alone.
"Send more death than life, and a few people will end up old."
The two chanted.
"It's better to go back to the mountain than to see my lungs and liver cut open."
More and more people chanted in unison.
"Don't hear the cries, embrace them in silence."
"Every time can be transformed into material things, and you will avoid worries."
The voice of farewell and the sad and desolate whistle resounded at the back of the team.
"There are very few people who live long in this world, and they are all sad and troubled."
"Whose car will I send you to when you cry? The spiritual flag will be purple and the ribbon will be long."
"What does the young boy hold in his arms? The bright moon and the sachet."
"It's a pity that the clothes are so beautiful that I can see him drowning in the spring."
"Don't worry about the dark way. It takes thousands of years to burn paint."
"The gloomy wind blows the yellow annua, and the elegiac song celebrates the autumn water."
"But the carriages and horses are returning to the city, and the moon is bright in the lonely grave."
After the song ended, what accompanied the funeral procession was their heartfelt cries.
The crying was continuous and did not stop for a long time until the funeral procession left the city gate.
"Have a happy journey heroes!"
A gust of wind picked up the paper money on the ground, accompanied by the sound of crying one after another. This vibrant summer presented a desolate scene.
After nearly two hours of walking, the funeral procession arrived at the ancestral grave of the Bai family.
(End of this chapter)
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