Holy Bone

Chapter 688 Raise the coffin to make a fortune, buy a coffin

Looking at the panic-stricken craftsmen, and seeing the surrounding residents getting more and more surrounded, Jin An knew that he would definitely not be able to start work today.

So he discussed with the old Taoist for a while, and directly gave everyone two days off, and came back to work the day after tomorrow.

"I can understand everyone's concerns. In this way, folks, give us two days to investigate the truth. No matter whether the investigation is successful or not, we will give the villagers a satisfactory explanation."

"And the salary for the two days of vacation is not wrong. Old Daoist, you go to Juyun Tower to buy some rice wine and roast chicken, and distribute a jar of rice wine and a roast chicken to everyone. We can't let everyone work for nothing today, empty-handed. go back."

The last sentence of Jin An was said by the old Taoist priest.

The masons, carpenters, and masters present saw that Jin An was so polite and respectful to the workers. It was the first time they met a client who treated them as a corporal. These days, the social status of a craftsman is only one head higher than that of a businessman, and he is still ranked below the peasant household. The monk's social status is far higher than several classes, so it is said that in the age of strict class status, it is almost as rare to meet a client like Jin'an as the smoke from the ancestral grave. The client does not find various reasons to deduct wages, It is rare to have a conscience to pay wages on time.What's more, paid vacations are paid for nothing, and it's the first time I've seen people working part-time for 20 years.

Because of this, these master craftsmen were overwhelmed by flattery and felt at a loss for a while. Although they had only come to work for two days, they already respected Jin'an and the old Taoist from the bottom of their hearts, and regarded them as good people.

This is called "you respect others one foot and others respect you one foot".

After calming down the emotions of the master craftsmen, watching everyone leave Yong'an Square with wine jars and roast chickens, the old Taoist turned to look at Jin'an: "Little brother, what do you plan to do with the coffin shop?"

Jin An looked up at the plaque on the door frame of the coffin shop, painted black with black paint, with a stern expression: "I will come to the coffin shop to watch the night tonight, and I want to see whether it is a human or a ghost."

The old Taoist also clamored for a vigil.

After that, the two of them didn't go anywhere. They searched the coffin shop inside and out, but found no clues. As night fell, every house was closed, and Jiangzhou Mansion, which had been bustling all day, gradually fell silent.

Goulan Wasi, except for the place of Huafang Liuxiang, the red lanterns are as bright as day at night.

"Truly!—"

"Tuck! Tuck! Tuck!—"

"It's four o'clock when it's ugly, and it's freezing cold!"

"clang--"

Two watchmen, one holding a lantern and a bang, and the other holding a gong, played the watch at a fast pace and three at a slow pace. They passed Yongle Square with their voices hanging, accompanied by the barking of dogs and the cries of wild cat babies. The line drifts away.

After about time for a cup of tea, the sound of dogs barking again under the calm night, the footsteps of a group of night watchmen entered Yongle Fang, and also quickly left.

Afterwards, Yongle Square remained peaceful and quiet, and the barking of dogs and wild cats also disappeared.

patter—

In the evening, spring rain began to fall again, and the slanting wind blew the drizzle to gently pat on the window paper and door frame, as if there was a light rubbing sound of a body lying outside the window, peeping to see if anyone in the house was asleep.

"Little brother, is it raining again?" In the coffin shop, the old Taoist priest, whose head was biting from sleepiness and whose eyelids were fighting, raised his head sleepily when he heard the sound of drizzle hitting the door.

"Yeah." Jin An nodded.

He sat by the candlelight, holding the "Secret Biography of the Five Viscera" in his hand, and continued to study every sentence in it, and every time he re-enlightened it, he had new insights.

"Sure enough it's raining, no wonder I feel a little pain in my knees, old Taoist." The old Taoist yawned, reached out and rubbed his old cold legs, and glanced at the old plaque on the coffin shop in the room, everything calm.

"It's been four days, and this plaque hasn't flown away by itself. Could it be that someone really played a prank and secretly hung it up at night?" The old Taoist was so sleepy that his eyelids seemed to be heavy with lead, his mind was muddled, and he was thinking wildly.

Thanks also to the fact that both of them are bold masters of high arts, the front hall of this building is filled with incense sticks, paper figurines, shrines, wordless spirit cards, etc., which are full of underworld wind, especially a small one on top of the head. In the attic, there are several coffins with half of their bodies hanging in the air. There are black coffins, white coffins, red coffins, and yellow coffins.

I don't know what the previous owner of this coffin shop thought. The space on this floor is so big, it's not good to put the coffins anywhere. If they have to hang in the air, it's not like the dead are crushing the living.

The old Taoist muttered in a daze, "Get rich by raising the coffin", and then the sleepy ones came up and continued to doze off.

As a result, the old Taoist just muttered "Get rich by raising the coffin", knock!
knock!
knock!
In the quiet and dark night, there was the sound of fingers knocking on the door. The sound was very abrupt, as if it sounded right next to his ears. It shocked the old Taoist to sit up straight, and his sleepiness disappeared immediately.

knock!
knock!
The knock on the door sounded again, and this time both of them confirmed that the knock on the door came from outside the coffin shop.

It's curfew time, no one should go out at this time, except for funerals, childbirth, illness...

"Who?"

But after waiting for a while, not only did no one answer the door, but they kept knocking on the door persistently.

Afterwards, footsteps sounded in the coffin shop, Jin An opened the door, and saw a stooped old woman with dry cheeks and fleshless cheeks standing outside the door. Very bad, kept coughing non-stop.

"I heard that there are coffins for sale here. Boss, I want to order a coffin." The old woman came alone, and she looked very thin standing in the cold rain.

Jin An stepped aside, invited the person into the store, pointed to the coffin hanging half above his head, and asked, "What kind of coffin do you want to order? I have black coffins for people whose lives have not yet expired, and some coffins." There are red coffins for happy funerals for people who are dying, white coffins for unmarried people, and affordable yellow coffins made of pine wood."

"I want to be black..."

The old woman kept coughing, her body was emaciated and thin, and she had gray hair. After hesitating, she changed her mind and said, "Let's order the red coffin. I hope that the funeral will drive away bad luck and bring luck to my son and daughter-in-law."

"Okay." Jin An asked the old Taoist priest to write down the address, and made an appointment with the old woman to deliver the goods to her door tomorrow.

After setting the coffin, the old woman sighed and said: "Boss, do you have a dog-beating stick for sale here? When I deliver the coffin tomorrow, I will bring a dog-beating stick in the coffin. I heard that there are many hungry and green-eyed wild dogs outside the city. I like it." Digging graves and digging coffins."

Jin An nodded: "Yes, the new store is open, you are the first customer, I can give you a dog-beating stick for free."

"Thank you, thank you." The old woman expressed her gratitude and thanked Jin'an and the old Taoist again and again. Afterwards, she left money to leave.

"Where do you live, old man? I'll see you off." The old Taoist saw that the old woman was hunchbacked and struggling to walk, and wanted to help her to see her off, but was gratefully declined by the old woman, saying that her home was nearby and there was no need to see her off.

Her hunchbacked body slowly disappeared into the dark night in the rainy night. When she came, she was alone and was not seen off, and when she came, she was also alone.

At this time, the rain was still falling, the coffin shop was clean, there was not even a muddy footprint on the ground, Jin An and the old Taoist stood in the coffin shop thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)