The revered scholar Gongliang Liao passed away in his sleep.
He was sixty-six years old.
But even as the elder's funeral arrangements were set up, Qin Yao's family of eight was still under the illusion that he was still alive, just that his body had gone into the coffin.
Sadness?
There was not an ounce of sadness.
They were, however, busy enough to have their feet flying over their heads.
Ah Wang urgently took money to find a broker to buy the best ready-made coffin and set off to the outskirts of the city to find a burial site.
Liu Ji was busy changing his teacher's funeral clothes, writing elegiac couplets, engraving tomb inscriptions, and recording his life events.
Qin Yao sought out the Wang Jin family to inquire about funeral matters from the matriarch, meticulously recording everything for reference.
Yin Le and Liu Fei ravaged the cloth store of its white fabric, and with the help of the family's four children, they urgently made mourning clothes.
