The young couple from the farm fights back

Chapter 120 The Island Master's Funeral

Changsheng Island, Jianglin Pavilion.

In front of the mourning hall in the main hall, Jiang Li and the children all knelt down to keep vigil for the deceased old man in the coffin.

The cries of weeping were deafening inside and outside the main hall. The clansmen came in waves, crying as they came and left. When the incense burner at the top was full, a new one was added.

In the most vigorous fire tray, pieces of paper money and gold ingots kept burning.

My cousin and second uncle's families also came to see off this old man whom they had never met but who had been so kind to them.

At the same time, they also heard that the Chunfeng family took over the entire Changsheng Island and became the new owner of the island.

For a moment, Uncle Zhou and Aunt Hu didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy for Jiang Li.

Of course, they were happy because they got this precious land for no reason. But they were unhappy because they felt that as a young daughter-in-law of the Chunfeng family, she had to take care of the first few children and manage such a big island. She would be exhausted if she didn't look back.

Such and such, such and such.

Aunt Hu felt that in the future, their family would not have to worry about living on the island anymore, and they would not have to worry about being disliked and kicked out after living there for a long time.

"My condolences!" The uncle came to Jiang Li and comforted him in a slow voice.

Jiang Li's eyes were red: "Thank you for the trip, uncle."

"It's alright, I've already chosen a place for you. It's a good place. This is the limit of my abilities, so please don't laugh at me."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Li stood up and bowed to his uncle with gratitude: "Uncle, that's not true. I think it's the people on this island who should thank you for choosing a good feng shui site for the island owner."

"Eh~" the uncle shook his head: "Don't worry, even though the old man is gone, your blessings are all in the future."

Jiang Li didn't have time to think about whether he would be blessed in the future. He was busy preparing a decent funeral for the island owner.

"Thank you, Uncle Clan."

Uncle Zhou Er felt a little distressed as he watched Que Ge'er and Heng Ge'er, along with their two children, kneeling before the fire and burning paper. They had heard that the mother of the Chunfeng family, who had died young, was the adopted daughter of the island owner, who had been abandoned in his youth.

The island owner had no children in his life, but by some strange coincidence he adopted the Chunfeng family, so the position of island owner naturally fell into the hands of the Chunfeng family. As a great-grandson, it was a normal filial act for my brother to kneel down and burn paper for the old man.

After thinking about it, he signaled the old woman to stay and accompany Chunfeng's family. Although there were many people on the island to help, holding a funeral was a big deal, and how could it be done without any personal elders around?

Zhao and the man in charge of the family accompanied their father-in-law and uncle back first, leaving Aunt Hu to look after Jiang Li and the children.

"Mr. Chunfeng, look at how dry your lips are, but you haven't drunk much water." Aunt Hu's face was full of heartache, and then she went to pour a bowl of hot tea for Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took it gratefully: "Thank you, Auntie."

"What are you talking about? Now I dare not be so arrogant with you. You will have a lot of things to worry about in the future. If you need any help from me and your second uncle, just ask me. And that brat Dashuan."

Jiang Li smiled and nodded: "Of course."

Although the island owner had left her this square city and numerous guards, she never ceased to yearn for money. Her sons would need money for school, the imperial examinations, and marriage and children. It was difficult to burden the island's guards with business matters; having someone of her own to show up in public was essential.

At nightfall, Jiang Li did not let the children continue to keep vigil, but she stayed up until the latter half of the night. Seeing that she could not hold on any longer, Yuan Niang and Fang persuaded her many times before helping her back to the side room to rest.

The brothers temporarily moved into the wing of Jianglin Pavilion. Jiang Li's original intention was to return to the courtyard with her children after the island owner's funeral. Recently, she was handling the island owner's funeral, so for convenience, she temporarily stayed in Jianglin Pavilion.

In the side room, Jiang Li simply washed up. Fang had already coaxed Lan Jie'er to sleep, and the little girl was sleeping soundly in the soft stick.

Jiang Li let down her long hair and combed the frizzy ends. She saw Fang walking in slowly with a letter in her hand.

"My lady, I followed your instructions and found the letter the island master left for you in the hidden mechanism under the couch in his bedroom."

"Okay." Jiang Li put down the comb and took the envelope. "It's getting late. You should go to bed early. Mingye and Mingwu should be inviting the abbot of Dajue Temple tomorrow. We have to get up early."

Before Jiang Li left the mourning hall, he specially arranged for the guards to take turns on duty. The island owner's coffin had to be kept for seven days and could only be moved and buried after the abbot of Dajue Temple had performed the ritual to pray for the soul to be reborn.

Dajue Temple is located on Yunding Mountain, more than ten miles away from the outskirts of Yanzhou City. After noon, Jiang Li prepared the mourning hall for the island owner, and asked Mingye and Mingwu to leave the island and go to Dajue Temple to invite the abbot to the island.

"Okay, ma'am."

After Fang left, Jiang Li opened the envelope in his hand and pulled out several thick letters from it.

Jiang Li slowly read through the several pages of the letter, and once again fell into a trance. This letter was left by the island owner after he first met her. It turned out that at that time, the island owner had already made up his mind to entrust the entire Changsheng Island to her.

In the letter, the old man's words were full of affection and dignity, yet he retained the dignity of an elder, making them simply irresistible. He even told her the location of the entrance to the secret vault of the Crimson Scale Pavilion, where treasures were hidden that the former crown prince of the Daning Dynasty had brought out of the palace.

These treasures will be handed over to her for management in the future, ensuring that she and her child will have no worries about food and clothing throughout their lives. The only condition is that Jiang Li adopts her son into the Daning Liu family genealogy, so that he can continue the Liu family line for future generations.

Seeing this, Jiang Li felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. In today's world, adopting a child was a major event, and the man she could discuss it with was not around. The island owner had never revealed a single word about this matter to his clan members during his lifetime.

In this case, if she followed the old man's last wishes, she would inevitably be criticized by the tribesmen on the island.

The island owner also explained the origins of Mr. Fang and Zi Yuan in the letter. Mr. Fang was originally a poor scholar who was rescued by the island owner by chance. Although the two were of different ages, they became a rare lifelong friend.

Ziyuan's parents were descendants of outstanding generals on Changsheng Island. Unfortunately, both her parents died of illness when she was young. The island owner took pity on the girl and brought her back to Jianglin Pavilion to keep her company.

One was a close friend, the other a maid whom she loved like her own daughter. The three of them should have lived a happy life envied by everyone in the square city of Jianglin Pavilion. However, the two people she cherished most in her heart teamed up to stab her in the back, intending to seize the throne and kill the people on the island.

When Jiang Li arrived at Changsheng Island and found out the cause of the poisoning among the islanders, the island owner had already guessed who was behind the poisoning. But every time she thought about the past, she could not bear to punish the two, let alone kill them.

Faced with the innocent and tragic deaths of her clansmen, she was tormented, knowing that she was a sinner, and had let down the loyal ministers who followed Daning, and even more so, had let down the high hopes of her ancestors.

When Jiang Li saw this, he could only sigh silently in his heart for the kind-hearted island owner!

The old man thought that tolerance could make the two ambitious people change their ways, but it turned out to be wrong. He overestimated the greedy nature of human beings.

Mr. Fang and Zi Yuan hadn't spared her, not to mention the island's inhabitants. If their plan succeeded today, they would not only kill the island's owner but also pin the blame on Jiang Li, killing two birds with one stone.

Soon, the Jianglin Pavilion, without its island owner, fell into the hands of the two men. As for the tribesmen on the island, they used white flour to seduce them, and those who disobeyed were killed immediately.

From then on, the two people who controlled Changsheng Island could do whatever they wanted without any worries.

Thinking of this, Jiang Li's head became heavier.

Forget it, there are some things I can think about after the island owner’s funeral.

She passed away peacefully, but had she ever thought about where the bewitching white powder came from, and when the killer lurking on the island came to the island?

It seems that this Changsheng Island is not as peaceful as it looks!