Today is destined to be a lively day in Lufang. There are crowds of people on the Lufang Wharf, and the streets of Jingxin Fang are also crowded. Because today is not only the day when money and grain are distributed among the lords, but Lu Jian’s first seventh...

These days, with the presbyterians spared no effort to build momentum, the clans' people's attention to the cause of Lu Jian's death was beyond remarkable. Those people repeated the designed lines over and over again among the clans. Not to mention that the effect was really good, many clans began to believe that Lu Jian's crime was imposed on him by the clan leader, and he was just a victim of the struggle.

Even if someone expressed objection, saying that Lu Jian first bought murderers, and then assassinated his fellow tribe himself, and he also indulged his son in law, he could not be considered a good person. Those people would also say that Lu Jian was unaware of it and was forced to do it. Everything he did was understandable, but he was just a poor father who avenged his son, etc.... There were always many arguments to defend Lu Jian. If he really couldn't clean up, he could use the sentence "The dead are the most important" and he could perfectly evade it.

More and more tribe members began to sympathize with Lu Jian. In addition, those people kept telling about the good things Lu Jian had done, which made many people's favorable feelings for Lu Jian, far exceeding his life.

As a result, in the past few days, there were endless tribe members who came to Jingxinfang to pay their respects every day. After a few days, Lu Jian's old house had been swept with soul-sucking banners, and plain paper and flowers were piled up so that the gate could not be seen. The wreaths were always filled with the entire Jingxinfang Street from his gate.

I don’t know whether those people intentionally or unintentionally, they piled up some paper people, paper horses and other underworld objects at the door of Lu Xin’s house. They smoked Lu Xiangqi’s seven orifices. Isn’t this curse himself to die? Seeing that the old man got angry, the guards quickly moved the underworld objects away. Unexpectedly, the next day, the underworld objects appeared at his door again.

The guards thought that someone did this on purpose to disgust their masters. They guarded the door in the middle of the night, trying to catch each other. Unexpectedly, those paper men and horses seemed to be alive, and no one took action at all, so they moved to their doorstep. Moreover, there were ghost fires flashing around, and even ghosts could be heard: "Give me back my life, come back my life..."

The guards were so scared that they all shrank into a ball in the gatehouse. Although they were trained to be fearless of death, it does not mean that they are not afraid of ghosts!

As a result, rumors spread in the clan, saying that Lu Jian's ghost died with his eyes open and was driving those underworld weapons in the underworld. It also said that the first seventh day was a soul-returning night, and Lu Jian would come back to ask for his life from Lu Xin's family. In short, the more he spread, the more evil it became. As a result, those who did not want to come to worship on the first seventh day had to come to burn incense and kowtow, asking Lu Jian's ghost to revenge and revenge. Don't take your anger on the innocent...

Around Chen Shi, an excited shout came from the intersection of the street, saying, "The Great Elder is here!" The tribesmen who were whispering all looked at the intersection of the street, and indeed saw several carriages with the signs of the Presbyterian Church slowly drove to Jingxinfang.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the yard. It was not that the coachman didn't want to walk in, but that the crowds coming to pay their respects had already filled the streets.

A few younger elders got off the car first and ran to the eldest elder's car without having to slaves. They set the stool with their own hands and diligently opened the curtain.

The face of the elder, who was always stern, appeared in front of everyone. Seeing the crowd in front of him, the elder's face showed a hint of undetectable smile. While raising his hand to everyone, he said to the few close friends beside him: "This is the human heart."

"Yes, yes." Several confidants nodded and whispered to him: "There is still a good show later. The elder will do it."

"Yeah." The elder nodded with interest, and then slowly walked towards the crowd with the help of his confidants. When he walked to the crowd, the faces of the elder and the elders were full of grief, and there was still a hint of anger in the grief, and there was no trace of pride at all.

"Great Elder, Great Elder..." Wherever the Great Elder went, the tribesmen flashed to the side, saluting while making a way out.

Lu Wen nodded to everyone with a serious expression, and surrounded by elders, he came to the altar located at the gate of Lu Jian’s former residence. But afterwards, Lu Wen did not say a word, but just stood there with a solemn look.

"Who are the Great Elder waiting for?" Seeing Lu Wen's appearance as if he was waiting for someone, the tribesmen started to whisper.

"Who else can you wait for? Who else is there in the clan who is qualified to let the elder wait?" Some guys arranged in advance inspired the humanitarianism of the clans.

"Then the only one is the master of the lord." Everyone suddenly realized: "Speaking of this, the master of the lord and the eight deacons did not come."

"It's too much, how could they not come!" The tribesmen couldn't help but feel indignant. The elders and the elders all came. What excuses did Lu Shang and the deacons not show up?

Lu Xiang looked at the reactions of the tribes with satisfaction. When the voices became louder and louder and everyone's emotions became more and more excited, he pretended to sigh and nodded to an elder who was the host of ceremonies. The elder raised his voice and announced the beginning of the ceremony. The parties immediately burst into tears. Under the leadership of the great elder, the tribesman bowed their heads to express their condolences to Lu Jian...

The sorrowing music from Jingxinfang could be vaguely transmitted to the dock. But the tribe members on the dock could no longer listen to the sorrowing music, because the ship from the Accounting Department finally appeared.

"Here, here!" Seeing several large ships flying the valve slowly docked, the people of the tribe couldn't help but squeeze forward.

When the dock personnel who were about to be squeezed into the water stopped the big ships, they quickly took the cables dropped from the ship and tied them firmly to the stone piles on the dock.

The tribesmen looked at the big ships with eager eyes and saw several officials from the accounting department appearing on the deck surrounded by the new deacon Lu Xin.

Many people who were close to each other could already see Lu Xin's blue face, and their hearts immediately became tight.

"Everyone," Lu Xin clasped his fists to everyone and said in a deep voice: "Lu Xin is here, he has been in charge of the accounting affairs of the Council under the order of the Lord of the Clan."

"I know..." The people of the tribe didn't buy it: "No need to introduce themselves, hurry up and send food!"

"That's right, when Lu Jian was there, he never delayed this way!" The people of the tribe were anxious and had long lost the awe of the superiors. "How come they only saw the grain ships and the carriages that transport money?"

"Sorry, you can only send food this month, not money." Lu Xin took a deep breath and said this shocking sentence.

"What?!" A kind of race member at the dock was stunned when he heard this. Many people couldn't believe their ears and shouted to Lu Xin: "Say it again!"

"I can only send food this month, not money." Lu Xin cleared his throat and raised his tone.

"Nonsense!" The tribesmen were completely out of luck, and with a loud bang, they were immediately in an uproar. They were so angry that they cursed at Lu Xin. In a blink of an eye, they had already greeted his eighteen generations of female relatives. They ignored the fact that they were all the same ancestors.

They were so angry that the family’s monthly expenses and so many favors and affairs all pointed to this little money!

"Lu Xin, you have just taken office and dared to cut off your life? Believe it or not, I'll send you to see the King of Hell?" The clansmen rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward. The guards of the Accounting Department tried their best to stop them, so they did not let them jump onto the ship.
Chapter completed!