In fact, Wukong's words were indeed a bit unfair to Zhou Shaode. When his father died, it was inevitable that his son would be filial, but it would not be certain how long he would have to stay. For Wukong and the Lu family of Fanyang, three years is the minimum, and even for ten or even decades of people.

I once said that after three years of funeral, the whole world is full of funeral.

For the children of aristocratic families, whether they were respectful when they were filial and how long they had been kept, this is not only a matter of morality, but also an incompatible bottom line. Just like Chen Ji, a son of aristocratic family in the late Han Dynasty, how awesome, he, his father Chen Ding and his younger brother Chen Zhan, the fame of the three people surpassed the eight dragons and eight people of the Xun family. When these eleven people met, even the grand historian of the court was alarmed and ran to tell the emperor that the wise people were gathering together today!

**, this is the leader among the aristocratic families! But it is such a great person. After his father died, he was mourning for his mourning, because his mother felt sorry for his hard work, so he secretly covered him with a satin quilt, and was almost scolded to death by visiting Mr. Youdao Guo Linzong:

When your father died, you were still covered with a silk quilt. Are you human?

Things like filial piety require such harshness!

Of course, this is just the practice of the children of aristocratic families. For novices like Zhou Faming, who only emerged during the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China, the requirements for mourning are not so strict.

My father died and just wanted to stay for dozens of days, but there was no need to stay for several years at once.

After all, the Zhou family has the blood of Hu people. Everyone knows who is Hu people? It’s just like the one who is Hu people. It’s just like cheering if the father dies. Following his son immediately starts to accept his father’s wife. The taste is so important that even his mother accepts Hu people. There is no pressure to keep a filial piety!

In fact, since the Five Barbarians invaded China, it has been difficult to find families without Hu blood in northern China. For example, the Guanlong Li family, no matter how much he claims that he is the descendants of the Taishang Laojun Li Er, cannot hide the fact that they actually have Hu blood and even Hu customs.

For example, Li Yuan took Pei Ji to play the **less conference, Li Shimin married his sister-in-law, Li Zhi married his stepmother, Li Longji married his daughter-in-law, etc. Guanlong and Li family are a big family after all. You say that such a family is not a shameless guy, can they still be shameless for generations?

Of course not! In fact, in northern China during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the degree of sexual freedom and sexual liberation was exaggerated!

Therefore, Zhou Shaode actually still obeyed filial piety, no more or less, forty-nine days. But after Wukong cursed for such a burst of curses, he could not speak even a word of explanation.

Of course, it is the same whether he explains or not. Wukong has been prepared long ago. As long as he dares to say that he has actually been to forty-nine days, etc., he will immediately continue to scold things. For example, your father worked hard to raise you so big, but you only stayed forty-nine days, and you are still embarrassed to say that you are not **, you are not **, who is **, etc.

"In addition, you were so embarrassed to say that you didn't leave your father on the boat and jumped away alone." Wukong said his righteousness, "If you weren't diving alone, then why did a hero like your father die, but you survive without shame? Why didn't you stop your father's knife?"

Zhou Shaode felt a little depressed. In fact, he really wanted to block his father's knife at that time, but Zhang Shan'an had already bribed his father's confidant. Then the assassin directly took the life of his unprepared father for the first time. He was not an assassin, and he didn't know how he would block this knife!

"You shameless **, I'm talking to you so dirty, my mouth!" Wukong turned his head snorted, and waved at Zhou Shaode with his right hand as if he was chasing a fly. "You can leave me smoothly as soon as possible." Just as Wukong rebuked Zhou Shaode with righteousness, several well-dressed people came out of the room where Zhou Shaode had just come out. Although Wukong didn't know these people, he could just glance at their clothes and Wukong could be sure that these people should be leaders of Huangmei County.

Because in the Tang Dynasty and even in the feudal dynasties that followed, the styles and colors of clothing were strictly defined. For example, yellow is for the emperor, and everyone on earth knows this. However, there are not many people who know about it, such as purple, green, red, and blue.

What color can ordinary people wear?

White or color close to white, such as gray! A little black gray! A little white gray is OK.

So in fact, if in the Tang Dynasty, a person who knew the profession only needed to glance at the clothes you were wearing, he would know what your identity was. Of course, if you deliberately wear clothes from ordinary people, such as exceptions.

"Please be careful, this little master." A man next to him spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he threatened Wukong, "You must know that speaking to the imperial court officials is a violation of the king's law and he will be arrested and beaten in a cell."

"You actually said that I was going to offend Wang Qin when I said this to the court's orders..." Wukong sneered, then glanced at the guy with a sharp mouth and a slow voice, "Those who have been said by me, well, even your county magistrate dare not say that I broke the king's law. You, a county magistrate, dare to say that you are just a county magistrate who is under the ninth rank."

As he said that, Wukong hooked the little finger at the guy with contempt, "That's right, I'm talking to the imperial officials like this. Come and catch me and see?"

"You damn little bald donkey!" The county magistrate with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks might have drunk some wine and was very brave. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked over shakingly. "You think I dare not catch you, I will tell you, don't talk about you, even if your master, Monk Daoxin, is here, I dare to catch him."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!" Wukong tsk tsk in his mouth, "No, three years ago, your county magistrate Zhou was so ambitious to catch me, but in the end it failed, making me want to go into the prison and have no chance to see you. I didn't expect that three years later, I finally had this opportunity."

"But I don't know what charges do you plan to arrest me for, Lord,?" Wukong took a step forward calmly, and the stack of famous posts in his hand were slapped.

"What is the crime of catching a monk like you? It's enough to confuse the public." The county magistrate smiled grimly, took two steps towards Wukong with a little garlic under his feet, reached out to Wukong's chest and grabbed him.

"Is that so? This crime may be enough for others, but not enough for me!" Wukong gently slapped the county magistrate's claws stretched out, then picked up one from the top of his famous post, and slapped it on the face of the county magistrate, "Mr. County magistrate, please take a good look at what is written on this famous post, and then come to me to talk to me."

"You shameless little bald donkey." Seeing Wukong's familiar movement, Zhou Shaode was so angry that he hated him, "Can't you stop bullying others by your power?"

"Bullying others by virtue, you are wrong!" Wukong put on a very ungrateful face and waved his finger at Zhou Shaode, "I said three years ago, I have never been the kind of person who can bully others by virtue of others. You guys first, my post, let's talk."

The county magistrate took down the post that Wukong had taken down from his face, then turned to the light in the window, and shook his head and identified it word by word, "Yichang County Duke, Lu Chengzu."

"Bingo!" Wukong snapped his fingers, "Yichang County Duke Lu Chengzu, that's right, that's me! Look, Mr. Zhou..., County Magistrate, I said I would not bully people based on the power of others, but I would not bully people based on the power of others.

So I am using my own famous posts now. How about it? I didn’t tell lies.”

Zhou Shaode looked at Wukong and his teeth were chewing!

"Oh, County Magistrate Zhou, don't grind your teeth randomly. You are not a rodent. If you grind your teeth randomly, it will easily damage your teeth." Wukong looked at Zhou Shaode with regret, and then pointed at the county lieutenant with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. "Look, you have to grow like this first, and then you are qualified to run for rodents. Just your current honor..."

Although Zhou Shaode didn't know what rodents were, Qi Yi didn't need to understand. He could tell if he listened to Wukong's sarcastic tone. This so-called rodent is not a good thing.

"By the way, this county lieutenant who looks like a rodent." Wukong hooked the county lieutenant with a smile, "I'm not talented, but I'm a third-rank official. I don't know what rank you are, so I want to use a crime of confusing the public to arrest a third-rank official. Hum?"

"Don't you, a little bald donkey, have you left the house? When did you become the Duke of Anchang County?" Zhou Shaode suddenly reacted.

"Let me think about it!" Wukong pretended to be thinking seriously, "Last month? No, last month? No, month..."

Looking at Wukong's appearance, Zhou Shaode's eyes were red with a red look, as if he could burn with a little more strength.

"Oh, I remembered it!" Wukong suddenly realized, "I became the Duke of Yichang County in November last year. I'm sorry, County Magistrate Zhou, I thought you were filial piety at the time, so I didn't post to you. Oh, if I had known that you were a bird... no, if I knew you didn't care about your father's life or death..."

"Shut up! Who said I don't care about my father's life or death?" Zhou Shaode took a step forward and shouted loudly, "I didn't ask you this. What I mean is, how could you, a monk, inherit your father's title?"

"I am a monk? What are you kidding?" Wukong looked at Zhou Shaode seriously, "I am neither in the monk's book nor the sacrificial certificate. What kind of monk is this? I said Zhou County Magistrate, do you know what my definition of monks in the Tang Dynasty? Damn, you are stupid and don't affect the people around you!" (To be continued.
Chapter completed!