The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Sell ​​yourself to bury your father.

This kind of thing actually happened to them.

"Is there really someone who sells himself to bury his father?"

Zhou Shiyue said, "I have seen quite a few."

"Why bother?" According to Lu Zhaoling's idea, the dead are gone, and the living are more important.

Of course, this does not mean that family ties are unimportant, nor does it mean that they can be forgotten after death. Rather, if it is about emotions, the deceased may not want his or her own children and relatives to sacrifice themselves because of his or her affairs after death.

"Burial is important in itself. A simple blanket covering the body and a random grave are not something most people can do. But if you want to bury it properly, it will cost a lot. A thin coffin may overwhelm a poor filial son or daughter, not to mention the need to bury the body in peace."

After Zhou Shiyue said this, Lu Zhaoling and Yin Yunting looked at each other.

The times are different and the ideas are different.

"Do you also think that you can sell yourself in order to bury your father?" Lu Zhaoling was a little curious about Zhou Shiyue's thoughts.

Zhou Shiyue didn't even think about it, "If I were a man, I would just sell my strength. If I were a woman, it would be better to find a strong husband than to sell my father. The couple would go up the mountain to chop trees and make a thin coffin for themselves."

"It's better than kneeling on the street and selling myself like this."

Zhou Shiyue said, "However, some women sell themselves because their fathers have passed away and they are afraid that they can't bear the loneliness. First, they want to bury their fathers, and second, they want to find a place to stay and earn a way out for themselves."

If he had been born and raised in the imperial city and had never been out, he might not have known these things about the lower class.

But after traveling outside for so long over the years, he knew a lot about the lives of the common people.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to learn those common swear words.

Before leaving the capital to travel around the world, Zhou Shiyue even felt that he was still a little restrained. After those years of experience, he returned to the capital and seemed to have better methods in dealing with his brother, and even more so in dealing with the officials.

"Does this girl want to find a way out for herself, or is she really forced to do this just to bury her father?" Yin Yunting asked.

Zhou Shiyue stood there without moving.

Many pedestrians were attracted to the place, and a lot of people gathered there. But Zhou Shiyue had no intention of going over to see the excitement.

Moreover, he also persuaded Yin Yunting.

"You've never encountered something like this before? I advise you to mind your own business sometimes, because if you do, you'll probably end up taking this person home."

When Lu Zhaoling heard him say this, she reached out and patted his shoulder.

But I didn’t take any pictures.

Because Zhou Shiyue avoided it.

"I say, sister, be careful of my life." He said to her very seriously.

Don't pat my shoulders casually.

Lu Zhaoling: “…”

"Why do you keep remembering this? How can the life fire be extinguished so easily?"

Lu Zhaoling glared at him, "Stand still! I'm going to pat your shoulder today!"

Zhou Shiyue stood still helplessly, watching her pat her hands on both of his shoulders at the same time.

She took a few more shots and said, "I just wanted to ask, you advised Master Yun so much, have you ever encountered something like this before, and that person almost took him home?"

"I almost got cheated, how could I possibly take him home?" Zhou Shiyue said, "I'm not someone who's easy to talk to, but Master Yin... Yun is different. Don't just think of taking him home because he's pitiful."

"I'm not as good as you." Yin Yunting shook his head.

Otherwise, why are his merits and virtues not as great as those of King Jin?

Anyway, a person like His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin is rare in this world.

"what?"

Suddenly, there was an incredible shout from the crowd over there.

"Not only do I have to bury your father for you, but I also have to bring your father's body out of Cuosha Village for you?"

This is the voice of a man with a somewhat hoarse voice.

He shouted, and then started cursing.

"I say, you little girl, are you sick? What is a place called Cuosha? Everyone here knows it. Who dares to go there now?"

"I thought your father died in the border town. I paid for a thin coffin and hired three or four people to carry him out and dig a pit to bury him. But after all this time, it turns out that your father is not here and died in Cuosha? Then why don't you, a filial daughter, go there by yourself!"

"Bah! You are pretty, but I am more deadly!"

Lu Zhaoling had understood most of what happened from his few words. This man cursed and explained the matter clearly.

She asked Zhou Shiyue, "The village that was massacred was Caosha?"

She had heard Zhou Shiyue mention it before, and because the name of the village was a bit special, she remembered it.

"Correct."

After Zhou Shiyue answered her, he gave his horse to Qingyin Qingbao to lead and walked over there.

Yin Yunting said to Lu Zhaoling, "After hearing what Cuosha said, do you feel that our matter is about to happen?"

"We were going to that village anyway, so we don't mind this little difference."

As Lu Zhaoling spoke, she handed him the reins and followed Zhou Shiyue.

Maybe it was because of the words that the man just shouted that the crowd left. It can be seen that these people are somewhat averse to hearing about the quarrel.

The rest of the onlookers were now asking how the person died, and some even asked why the family did not die together.

Lu Zhaoling went in and saw clearly the woman kneeling on a straw mat.

She originally thought that she was a young girl. If she was selling her body, she should be an unmarried girl. A married woman could not be sold either.

I didn't expect that the other person was a young woman around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with her hair in a bun, wrapped in a blue cloth with white flowers, and a small white cloth flower in her hair.

It was a cold day. She was kneeling there, wearing only a thin blue cloth jacket, and her face was pale from the cold.

However, he is a good-looking person, just a little thin.

There was a wooden board in front of her, with the words "Selling myself to bury my father" written on it.

But there was indeed no body of her father around.

Lu Zhaoling looked at her twice, his eyes sweeping across her abdomen, staying there for just a moment.

An auntie asked at this moment, "Sister, you are selling yourself to bury your father. Is your husband dead?"

This is a very direct question.

The woman cried until her eyes were red. She said hesitantly, "My husband is not dead, but he said that I can sell myself as long as someone doesn't despise me."

When these words came out, everyone around was shocked.

"What kind of man is so generous?" someone asked.

Someone nearby immediately retorted, "Are you being stingy? Because you don't want to pay for your father-in-law's burial?"

"How can it be as simple as burying him? Didn't you hear it just now? The person died in Cuosha."

We have to transport it out, who dares to go?