Ghostly Tomb

Chapter 976
Hu Meng looked at Fu Yuanyuan in front of her with disdain, as if she was looking at something,
"This woman, like the gold around her neck, is the inheritance left by my uncle, a man who completely belongs to our golden family, and every one of our direct descendants is entitled to share her~~"

"Damn!! I told you to say this, you Mongols, I really can't understand..."

Fat Wei was very angry after hearing this, shook his head and stopped talking.

Chen Zhi listened to all this silently, and was not surprised by Hu Meng's words.

From ancient times to the present, the customs of nomads have been like this, especially for nobles, women are an accessory, even if it is a noble princess, after the death of the sweat, the widow is the wealth left to future generations!

In the past, after the death of the Great Khan of Mongolia, all his concubines were left to his son, the next Khan.After the elder brother of the nobles died, the widow was left to his younger brother, just like the inheritance of wealth. Even the princesses who went to Mongolia with their relatives had to accept this disgusting custom. Some princesses even had to serve three generations of Han kings~~ ~
In modern times, Mongolian marriage law no longer allows such absurd incest behavior!
But for this kind of nomadic nobles, the past traditions are still very deep. Although the widows left by the dead of the previous generation cannot marry the heirs, they are basically reduced to the mistresses of the men in the family.

Everyone is acquiescing to this bad tradition, generation after generation, although it is absurd, no one cares about it...

Chen Zhi and the others walked all the way to the back of the mansion, only to see that the sky was covered with white cloth, and there was a coffin in the center.

The funerals of the Mongolians are very distinctive, completely different from the funeral customs of the Han people~
In the past, Mongolian funeral ceremonies were generally divided into cremation and wild burial. After death, the corpse was put on a wooden cart and pulled until it fell off, and then the corpse was placed in the wilderness. It was believed that the soul of the deceased could enter Heaven.

But now the Mongols have gradually become civilized, and funerals are basically based on burials, and traditional wooden wheeled vehicles are only used for decoration.

Mongolian funerals generally do not set up coffins, offer offerings, wear filial piety, burn paper money, and release mourning music.

They cleanse the body of the deceased, then smear the whole body with ghee, wrap it in white cloth, and put it on a wooden wheeled cart together with the things the deceased loved during his lifetime. The wooden wheeled cart can be decorated according to the identity of the messenger. Inlaid with gold inlaid treasures.

Then ask the lama to recite scriptures, and then, accompanied by family members, go to the cemetery for burial.

In this process, women are not allowed to participate, and everything is done by the men of the same clan.

After the funeral bearer returns, people, animals, objects, etc. must pass through the two fires lit in advance to disinfect with the holy fire, and wash their hands with white wine before entering the yurt.

Then the family members of the deceased put out milk and pasta to entertain the mourners~~
During the period of filial piety, the men of this clan do not cut their hair, shave their beards, kill animals, or eat meat. All the food for entertaining guests is mainly vegetarian and milk.

The funeral was very grand, and the guests were all dressed up. It can be seen that most of the leading figures in Mongolia have come to participate.

On the table outside the mourning hall, there were many milk pancakes and buttered tea, and everyone lined up to express their condolences at the corpse in front of them.

Chen Zhi didn't go there, but from a distance, he could see the golden light shining on the wooden wheeled cart containing the body, and surrounded by precious light inside, he could imagine that there were many treasures buried with the body, just the wooden wheeled cart inlaid with pure gold It's worth a fortune!
"This group of Mongolian nobles are really rich enough, and they are still so beautiful after death..."

Fat Wei whispered in Chen Zhi's ear,

"What's the use of the dead man bringing so many things down there? When I come back, I'll pour out the fat man's bucket when he's free!

Let him be so old, sleep with a young Chinese daughter-in-law, and bring so many good things with him when he dies..."

"That's their custom, and it's pretty good now...,"

Chen Zhi also lowered his voice and said, then looked at Fu Yuanyuan standing aside with a dull expression out of the corner of his eye.

"If according to the previous rules, these famous dead wives would all be buried! On the wooden cart, there should be his widow's body~~~"

"Fuck me~~~", Fat Wei looked at Fu Yuanyuan with some regret,
"I don't know what this girl is thinking now, marrying an old man at a young age, for the sake of money, even life is not enough~~~"

Old Somersault wanted to go to salute the corpse with Muerte's father, and before leaving, he turned around and asked Chen Zhi and Fat Wei.

"Let me tell you~~~~, Mongolians respect fire, and anything related to fire is taboo.

You can't sprinkle water, throw things into the fire, let alone spit or stomp out the fire, and you can't even warm your hands on the brazier, Wei Zi, don't you kid throw cigarette butts in when people are not paying attention!"

"Oh, don't worry, old gold boss~~",
Fat Wei replied reluctantly,

"You also think that the quality of my fat man is too low!"

After the old somersault finished telling the two of them, he left with peace of mind, and went to pay his respects to the dead body with Father Mult with a very sad expression.

As soon as he left, Fat Wei ran to the side to get butter tea and milk pancakes to eat, while Ghost Dao and Ji Ying stood at the door from just now, paying close attention to the flow of people around them.

At this moment, Chen Zhi saw Fu Yuanyuan coughing softly in the distance, then gestured to Chen Zhi, turned around and walked forward.

In front is a white yurt, presumably set up temporarily for funeral traditions.

Fu Yuanyuan was wearing a heavy Mongolian dress, and she walked there slowly, turning her head to look at Chen Zhi from time to time, and beckoning him to follow behind......

Chen Zhi thought about it for a while, then looked left and right to make sure that everyone was busy with their own affairs, then he followed Fu Yuanyuan into the white Mongolian tent.

No one noticed this process, the old Somersault was at the wooden cart in the distance, sniffling and crying, and chatting with Mr. Mult, it seemed that it would take a long time to come back.At this time, Fat Wei was obviously attracted by a few Mongolian girls who brought milk tea~~~
After entering the big tent, Chen Zhi found that it was a very traditional Mongolian tent. The ground was lit by candlelight. With a strong milk tea flavor.

Fu Yuanyuan was standing in front of the bed cabinet, looking at Chen Zhi excitedly.

"Chen Zhi, is it really you? Why are you here? It seems that God has not abandoned me, and finally someone has come to save me~~~~~~~~"

　Thanks for the reward: Wushuang Chaos 1000; book friend 150404224405051; Wei Tuo

　　
　
(End of this chapter)