The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 2 Qiusheng Comes to the Door
Waking up from shock and joy.

Xu Ping couldn't hide his excitement, and couldn't wait to start trying.

Fortunately, the coffin shop already operates a paper figurine business, so there is no shortage of materials needed.

Materials from the utility room in the backyard: bamboo strips, white hemp paper, paint.

Weave bamboo strips with excellent toughness into human shapes, and then fix them, paste white linen paper on them with paste, stick them on the bamboo strips, take brushes and paints, and draw the shroud of facial features...

In less than half an hour, two gaudy and lifelike paper figurines were completed.

Now is the most critical step:
The finishing touch!

From the rewarded "Blood Pupil Pricking Paper Art", I learned that using one's own yang blood to light the eyes of the paper figurine and endow the paper figurine with spirit can make the paper figurine move and possess powerful power.

Looking at the empty eyes of a man and a woman, the two paper figurines, Xu Ping was cruel, bit the tip of his tongue, and licked the paintbrush in his hand.

The blood on the tip of the tongue is full of yang, also known as true yang splash, and the yang is the purest.

The moment you click your eyes, the two paper figurines in front of you instantly form a soul bond.

Following the movement of thoughts, the two paper figurines let out a strange laugh, and walked lightly behind Xu Ping with small stiff steps.

She squeezed her shoulders and beat her back, with a cute face.

This scene is obviously weird and terrifying, but it is very harmonious.

The strength of the paper figurine is neither light nor heavy, Xu Ping enjoys it happily, extremely comfortable.

But in the next second, he had no choice but to think about it.

The plug-in needs to supersede demons and ghosts to be rewarded. I can't look for ghosts all over the world.

This, ghost cheat!
At this time, footsteps sounded outside the house, from far to near, trotting over on the stone road.

A gust of wind blows, and the night is slightly cool.

The half-closed wooden door was pushed open, and a person walked in directly.

The one who walked in was a young man, looking about twenty, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he was quite handsome.

The man just looked up, was taken aback, rubbed his eyes, and exclaimed, "Shopkeeper, why is your paper figurine moving?"

The paper figurine standing behind Xu Ping kept a weird smile and didn't move at all.

Seeing the shadow under the visitor's feet, Xu Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and came out from behind the counter: "The guest officer is really good at joking, and the paper doll is not a living thing, so how could it move?"

The man pondered for a moment, thinking that he was dazzled by the darkness of the night.

But as soon as he came in, he saw such a strange scene, and the man was displeased: "Scary people can scare people to death, put two paper figurines next to you, the shopkeeper, you don't think you will panic."

"I did it just now, and I haven't had time yet." Xu Ping casually said, seeing the man's eyes lingering on the coffin, he asked, "Does the guest officer want to be promoted?"

The man nodded: "Well, how did you sell it when you bought a coffin?"

Xu Ping would not be negligent when a customer came to the door, but he couldn't show joy when he was dealing with dead people. He said solemnly: "It depends on the customer, which one do you want?"

"The material, style, and size are different, and the price is naturally very different."

Hearing Xu Ping's introduction, the man pondered for a moment, and said directly: "It can't be too bad, and it doesn't have to be too good. The most important thing is that the price should be cheap."

Xu Ping nodded, and asked again: "I would like to ask, I don't know which immortal is in the guest official's house?"

"Then you are wrong?" The man explained with an unhappy face, "Master Ren in the town knows that his family moved the ancestral grave for his ancestors, and my master asked me to buy a new coffin, which will be useful tomorrow."

Grandpa Ren moved his grave...

Master?

Isn't that Uncle Jiu, the person in front of me...Xu Ping's heart moved, and he suddenly understood: "Could it be that your master... is the famous Yimei Daoist, and you are his apprentice, Qiu Sheng?"

Hearing what Xu Ping said, the displeasure on the man's face was wiped away, and he said in surprise, "You know my master? You also know my name?"

The strongest novice mentor in the heavens, and the strongest brother in the heavens, don't you know...

A smile appeared on Xu Ping's face, and he said from the bottom of his heart, "Uncle Nine is famous far and wide, and no one in the town knows it. You are his apprentice, so of course Xu knows a thing or two."

"Can I get a discount then?"

"cannot!"

Xu Ping directly refused: "One yard is worth one yard. For business matters, of course the price is clearly marked."

Qiu Sheng's face collapsed, but after a while, his black and white eyeballs rolled, and he leaned closer and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, whether you offer a discount or not is the second priority. The most important thing is, can you...that!"

He nodded to Xu Ping.

Xu Ping frowned, not knowing why.

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng smiled and said, "It doesn't matter how much you sell, the billing price, a little..."

As he spoke, he made another gesture of raising his hand up.

Xu Ping reacted immediately.

Good guy, this is planning to take kickbacks and make a difference by being a middleman.

However, what does this have to do with me, anyway, the money I should earn is not less than a dime.

Xu Ping showed a meaningful smile, and pointed to a yellow-orange coffin: "Since it is used by Mrs. Ren, it must not be too bad. How about using this nanmu coffin?"

"Four or six boards, with clean edges and clean seams, atmospheric and decent."

"how much is it?"

"30 yuan ocean."

Qiu Sheng almost jumped up when he heard 30 yuan, and before he could scold the profiteer, he heard Xu Ping continue to say: "The sale is to sell you 30 yuan, bill, just like what the guest officer said, how about 50 yuan? "

I can whore twenty for nothing!

Qiu Sheng immediately beamed with joy, his face was full of excitement, and he agreed: "Okay, that's it."

After finishing speaking, he put five oceans on the counter as a deposit.

"Then let's make a deal. I'll bring someone here tomorrow morning. Shopkeeper, you can open the order. It's 50 yuan, and you can't miss a piece."

"Guest officer, don't worry."

Xu Ping said with a chuckle, and drew up a pen to make a bill.

Holding a bill of 50 yuan, Qiu Sheng walked out of the shop happily, thinking whether to save money to marry a wife, or go to Yihonglou to have fun first.

Qiu Sheng, who was caught in a dilemma, drifted away, Xu Ping immediately closed the door and ended today's business.

I didn't expect to experience such a thing just after crossing, and I was excited and sleepy.

The yawning Xu Ping put away the five yuan, and walked into the backyard with a kerosene lamp.

Simply wash up, climb into bed and sleep, ending this dreamlike night.

Day rises and night falls, Yin and Yang rotate.

Different from the tranquility of last night, in front of the Xu family's coffin shop, cars were flowing like water and pedestrians were like weaving.

Although Renjia Town is not big, it has all internal organs.

On the street where Xu Ji's coffin shop is located, there are many shops, which can be regarded as the CBD business district of Renjia Town.

There are even western restaurants opened by foreigners, and the business is even quite good.

Xu Ping took the door panel and left the coffin shop.

The shop is located at the end of the street. Because it is an ancestral foundation, the shop is quite spacious on the street, including the inside and outside, with an area of ​​more than 400 square meters.

It's just that Xu Ji's coffin shop, with its gloomy decoration style, is incompatible with the magnificent shops on the street.

Stores that do business with yin people always look lifeless and rather weird.

It was still early, Xu Ping went out of the shop and went to the street.

As a single man who can eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry, naturally there is no open fire in his house, and three meals a day are basically settled outside.

On the bustling street, people came and went, shoulder to shoulder, Xu Ping crossed a street and walked into a narrow alley.

As the saying goes, the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

The Yangji sausage noodle shop in the alley is a famous breakfast in Renjia Town.

Three copper rounds, the price is cheap.

(End of this chapter)