After a while, Yu'er returned with more than a dozen books in her arms, but found that Han Tao was already sitting at the desk and grinding.

Yu'er hurried forward: "Young Master, are you going to write something?"

Han Tao nodded: "That's right, my parents have passed away. Tomorrow, all the elders will come to worship again. I will write a tribute with my own hands and recite it in public."

"Sacrifice?" Yu'er was shocked by Han Tao's words again. Her young master couldn't even write a complete sentence, but now she actually wants to write a sacrifice?

After understanding what he had done in the past, Han Tao realized that the plan he had originally planned was no longer effective.

In the eyes of everyone, he was already a useless man. If it weren't for the funeral of Han Tao and his wife, they would probably not even want to see him.

At this time, just showing respect and etiquette towards them will never make them change their attitude towards themselves, so they can only find a different way.

"Yu'er, you can prepare things according to the list I wrote first." Han Tao first wrote a list and handed it to Yu'er.

This little girl was arranged by Han Gu himself. She was very loyal, clever and well-behaved, and never made any mistakes in her work. Only then did Han Tao feel assured that she would help her.

After all, I am a young master, and preparing these things will definitely attract too much attention, which will easily lead to early ejaculation.

Yu'er took the list and looked at it, asking with confusion: "Young Master, what do you want these things to do?"

"Yu'er, don't ask these questions for now, hurry up and prepare."

"Remember, don't let anyone discover it. Just take it to my room." Han Tao reminded Yu'er solemnly.

Seeing Han Tao's face full of seriousness, unlike being a fool, Yu'er didn't dare to ask again, and quickly turned around and prepared things as he told him.

Han Tao picked up a new bamboo slip, spread it on the shelf in front of him, and then picked up the pen to start writing the tribute that he had thought of in his mind just now.

Han Tao was a screenwriter in his previous life. In addition to sitting in front of the computer to write, he was also very interested in calligraphy. He practiced calligraphy even when he had nothing to do and visited some famous artists to study.

Although his handwriting is not very good, it is much stronger than the previous playboy.

He had already thought about the content in his mind, and he picked up the pen like flowing water, and finished it in one go.

By the time Yu'er returned with the items he needed, he had already written a tribute and was carefully proofreading and checking.

"Young master, I have all the things taken. I was very careful when I went to the kitchen. I transferred everyone out to get them. No one knew." Yu'er reported to Han Tao.

"Well done." Han Tao praised Yu'er, then put down the bamboo slips with the tribute written by the tribute, got up to check the items Yu'er brought.

Han Tao carefully closed all the doors and windows, and then started to operate and prepare at the small table in the bedroom.

Yu'er looked at Han Tao's operation with a blank look on her face, but she didn't know what he was doing this, but she didn't dare to ask too much, so she could only watch him busy quietly...

The genius is so bright that Shanyang County is covered with silver and heavy snow is flying.

Snowflakes in the sky drifted down, covering the world into a snow-white area.

Although it was still the first month of the year, and the fifteenth year had not yet passed, the former luxurious and lively Han Mansion had white lanterns and elegy couplets hung in front of the gate of the former Han Mansion, which was filled with solemn atmosphere...

Two people in four-person sedan chairs passed through the wind and snow, and arrived at the Han Mansion and stopped.

The curtain was lifted, and Han Chong walked out of the leading sedan chair. Today he was wearing a mourning uniform, but he still couldn't hide the heroic spirit that was emitting from his body.

Then, Han Lu walked out of the sedan chair behind him, yawned, and walked reluctantly to Han Chong.

Han Lu murmured in a low voice: "Chong'er, is it necessary to come so early? I'm afraid that the silly boy hasn't gotten up yet."

"He can't get up. The great master and those uncles and elders are old, so they may not be able to get up." Han Chong responded coldly.

As the two were talking, they saw a team of people coming from the street in the distance, which was composed of four or five sedan chairs.

Han Chong turned his head to look at Han Lu and whispered: "Look, we didn't come much earlier than them."

Han Lu looked at his son, showed an admirable look, and hurriedly met with Han Chong to the middle of the sedan team.

The sedan team stopped, Han Lu and Han Chong came to the front of the sedan chair in the middle and stood respectfully.

The curtain was lifted, and a formal outfit with white hair and beard. An old man in his sixties and seventies bowed his body under the sedan chair.

Han Chong hurriedly came forward to support him: "Uncle Tai, please be slower."

This person is the great master of the Han family, and the most respected elder Han Yi.

Han Lu also hurriedly came forward: "Uncle, why don't you sleep for a while? You came so early?"

Han Yi sighed softly: "Han Gu encountered misfortune. Now the Han family has no leader, so how can I sleep?"

"I will feel at ease when I come to see him earlier and decide on the family leader as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, we were also very sad when we heard the bad news from our uncle. We kept waiting here and wanted to do our best." Han Chong responded according to Han Yi's words.

"Well, you father and son are intent." Han Yi praised Han Chong, and with his support, he walked towards the Han Mansion gate in the snow.

Several elders also walked out of the sedan chair, all of Han Yi's sons and nephews, and also elders of Han Lu and others.

Han Yi walked to the front of the mansion and saw the elegy couplet hanging at the door, sighing: "Gu'er, what I admire most is you. Thanks to your Han family in Shanyang for many years."

"I just didn't expect that you were framed and died by a traitor and walked in front of my uncle. Today I want a white-haired man to send a black-haired man..."

Speaking of this, Han Yi couldn't help but burst into tears and his body trembled.

Han Chong hurriedly supported him: "Uncle Tai, take care of your health. Uncle has a spirit in the sky, and he doesn't want to see you always feel too sad for him."

Han Yi nodded slowly and wiped away tears with his sleeve: "Yes."

Han Yi looked up and looked forward. He saw that there were only a few family members in front of the mansion to welcome him, but he never saw anyone else. His face changed drastically and he immediately fell down and showed anger.

"Where is Han Tao? Why don't you come out to greet the master?!"

An elder who followed Han Yi immediately guessed the old man's psychology and asked Han Lu.

Han Lu made a confused expression: "I, I don't know..."

Han Chong hurriedly defended Han Tao: "Uncle Tai, elders, my cousin just returned to the mansion yesterday, and he was also suffering in prison."

"I met my uncle and aunt again, and I'm afraid my body and mind are damaged, so I'm still resting. Please don't blame him anymore."

"Well, Chong'er is more considerate and sensible. He is a hundred times better than that licentious man."

"Forget it, we were here to pay homage to Han Gu and his wife. That bastard, it would be better if I didn't see you, so I wouldn't be angry when I saw it."

While Han Yi praised Han Chong, he couldn't help but scold Han Tao again.

After Han Yi said this, the other elders couldn't say anything more. They followed Han Yi and walked into the gate of the Han Mansion, walked through the garden, and walked towards the main hall that had been arranged into a mourning hall.

Several people were walking towards the mourning hall. Before they could enter, they heard howlings coming from the mourning hall, and then there were mourning sounds of mourning.

"In the first month of Jiazi, I worship my father. The sorrow is so clear that the tears are sprouted. I heard the bad news and poured tears into tears. I caught off guard and came from the blue..."

Han Yi and others all showed a look of shock when they heard it, especially Han Chong, who had a bigger reaction because he heard that the crying person was Han Tao.

"Who is crying and mourning?" Han Yi asked.

The servant who was guarding the door of the mourning hall hurriedly replied: "Reply to Master Tai, it's Master Tao."

"He came to the mourning hall to wait last night, and he hadn't been asleep all night, and then he had just written a tribute to mourn the master and madam!"

"Is it him?" Han Yi was surprised and slightly relieved when he heard that it was Han Tao who was reciting the rituals and stayed for another night.

Although this kid is usually unruly, he is still filial to his parents.

Han Yi waved his hand and told everyone behind him not to disturb him, and led everyone slowly into the mourning hall.

In the middle of the mourning hall, there were two coffins, and Han Gu and his wife's bodies were placed there.

Han Tao was wearing mourning clothes, kneeling between the two coffins, crying and reciting the tribute.

"I cried and missed my father, and was pitiful. I lost my father at a young age and decided to build a family. When I was in my prime, I took charge of the family business. I worked hard and over 20 years old. My family was prosperous and I admired him from all over the world..."

What he cried was Han Gu's life experience. He started to take charge of the family business at the age of 20. It took more than 20 years to make the Han family the richest man in Shanyang County.

Hearing Han Tao's crying, Han Yi and others recalled all the hard work Han Gu had done for the Han family, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

When Han Tao thought about this, he felt a lot of pain. He gently wiped his eyes with his robe sleeves, but he felt even more sad when he didn't think about it, and tears were pouring out.

He continued to chant heartily: "It's the new year, and I should have enjoyed it. A sudden disaster came from heaven and a traitor was framed by the traitor. My father was so proud that he could not bear the humiliation. He showed his ambition by his death, and passed away suddenly."

"Heaven and man mourn together, my father returns to heaven. He wears plain clothes, numb crowns, mourning sticks in his hands, kneels in front of his father's spirit. The cranes leave the building empty, why not be sad?"

"Call my relatives and cry for my parents. Tears are shed in the sky, my son is heartbroken now!"

The more Han Tao thought about it, the more excited he became. In the end, he was already screaming, crying and falling to the ground, his limbs twitching and trembling.

When Han Yi heard this, he was also infected by Han Tao's emotions and couldn't help but go up to help him.

Han Chong hurriedly reached out to support him: "Uncle Tai, please wait!"

Han Yi stopped and did not step forward to interrupt Han Tao.

However, Han Tao seemed to have not heard the movement behind him, and was completely immersed in his emotions. He raised his head and continued to cry and mourn.

"It is difficult to see a kind face when you are separated by heaven and earth. It is difficult to see a kind face when you stamp your feet and beat your chest. It is difficult to see each other when you leave filial piety in this empty space. Drink tears and cry blood, and be sad and sad to the sky and the earth, and regret forever! The wind and rain are bitter and the sun is dark and the moon is dark."

"Let me cry, raise the flag and throw the banner. I will not respond first, but my heart is sad. I am honest and honest. I am honest and can't express my respect before offering my father's spirit. My father tastes fresh. I kneel down to worship my kind father and cry to the high hall."

"Incense paper and treasure candles are sacrificed to the sky. I wish my father a common dream. I wish my father a hero to ascend to the sky as soon as possible. I appreciate his sincere heart and enjoy it! Ascend to the fairy world early, the earth will last forever. I bless my family and be happy and healthy!"

"Ah! Sad! My soul! Return! Safe! Soo! I am so happy! I am so happy! I am so happy! I am so happy! I am so happy to enjoy the food!"

Han Tao was so excited that he could no longer control himself. He actually got up, threw himself onto the coffin, burst into tears, and finally couldn't breathe, and fell to the ground and gasped.

Seeing Han Tao so moved, Han Yi couldn't help but exclaim.
To be continued...