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

Chapter 38 Rotten Black Wood
While saying this, Uncle Jiu was still looking around with a very serious expression on his face.

This feeling that the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light makes people extremely uncomfortable.

Xu Ping had checked the surroundings when the skeletons appeared, and found no one else except the shopkeeper Sun who was half-frightened to death.

Obviously, these skeletons are either instinctive or remotely controlled.

Instinctively, it's very small, it's not such a coincidence!
That must be remote control.

The question is, who is the person behind, or the demon?

Xu Ping speculated wildly for a while, but there was no result, so it was better to sit back and wait.

Right now, he only cares about one thing...

What the hell, what about my reward?

With so many dead skeletons, it is impossible that there will be no rewards, although it is Guan Erye who is doing the work, not me.

But Second Master Guan, he is also mine!

Looking at the dense bones on the ground, after contemplating for a moment, Xu Ping snapped his fingers, and his true energy surged through his fingertips, igniting a cluster of bright yellow flames.

"go with!"

The flames from the fingertips flew into the pile of bones, like kerosene, and instantly ignited a raging fire. In a few seconds, only a thick layer of ashes remained under the feet.

A gust of night wind blew out of nowhere, and the ashes were blown away.

Seeing the behavior of Xu Pingyang's ashes, Uncle Jiu didn't stop him.

After all, the coffins in Yizhuang were all dismantled into wooden boards, and it was troublesome to put the bones back, and there was no place to put them.

Ugh!
He felt sorry for Boss Zhao's spending hundreds of dollars, but he didn't care, the money was purely for the sake of making his nephew famous, so it was definitely not a loss.

He's not losing anyway, and I'm sure he's making money.

No, shopkeeper Xu earns more!

After thinking about it, Uncle Jiu raised his eyes and looked over...

Xu Ping stood at the door of the shop, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking that it was indeed so.

The mist was steaming, and in the field of vision, the Yin-Yang illustrated book appeared:

Exterminate evil spirits: bones and skeletons.

Rewarded: Breathing Technique.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to draw the bones when painting a tiger with painted skin, knowing the face but not the heart.

The world's people are sinister, and they are better than ghosts.

It is difficult to tell the truth from the false with the naked eye, and the loyal words and charming smiles deceive the eyes and ears.

Everything in the world has Qi, and it is shaped by Qi.

Distinguish demons, recognize loyalty and traitors, distinguish good from evil, and judge yin and yang.

Ancient cloud: "Half-closed, the eyes are quiet, it seems to be looking but not looking, the eyes are focused and reach the heart, as time goes by, it will rise slowly, light and ethereal, this is the breath of hope."

Xu Ping's eyes were sour, and the spell poured into them.

With this qi-watching technique, I can tell the difference between monsters...Xu Ping decided to have fun right now, so he performed the qi-watching technique and turned to look at Uncle Jiu.

In the field of vision, wisps of fresh air glowed around Uncle Jiu, and this clear air represented Taoism, and a little golden light in the clear air indicated that Uncle Jiu's Yuanyang had not been lost.

Hmm... As expected of my male god of abstinence.

Xu Ping admired Uncle Jiu from the bottom of his heart.

The so-called "without a woman in your heart, you will be a god without a sword", everyone can say a few words, but how many people can really do it?

There is only one point of view that Xu Ping pursues.

One cannot exterminate love, nor can one obsess over love.

……

The rooster sings white, and the sky is bright.

Xu Ping walked out of the coffin shop, had a free whoring breakfast in the shop of the Yang sisters, got up and left.

He was messed up by the bones and skeletons yesterday, and he didn't read the account books. He hasn't found out where the coffin of the old man of the Yang family was sent.

He made an appointment with Uncle Jiu last night, and today we will go to investigate the strange incident of wild dogs attacking Yizhuang.

Uncle Jiu believes that this incident is too abnormal, and it is likely to have a lot to do with the skeleton and the yellow skin, so it needs to be investigated clearly.

But before that, Xu Ping planned to go to one place first, Zhao's Commercial Firm.

The timber negotiated with Boss Zhao has not arrived, and the coffin shop has lost its business.

And I gave all the deposit, what do you mean, don't you plan to give it to me?

The Zhao family made their fortune in the timber business. Recently, they extended their hands to other fields, but because they had no connections, they missed the Ren family.

Renjia Town is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is nothing else but a lot of wood.

Originally, they were raised naturally and belonged to a land without an owner, but after Boss Zhao went up and down to manage them, good guy, they were directly contracted.

Although there are some villagers who secretly go up the mountain to cut wood, but the number is not many, and the Zhao family is too lazy to care about it.

It doesn't make sense to drive people to death without getting two oceans.

But like Xu Ping, who needs a large amount of wood, it is impossible to do this, so they can only buy it from him.

After about a quarter of an hour, Xu Ping arrived at Zhao's Commercial Firm. It had a huge facade with three floors and was magnificently decorated.

When Xu Ping walked into the commercial store, the first thing he saw were rows of glass display cabinets, which were neatly arranged and polished to a shine.

During this period, glass products had been popularized on a large scale, and it was not a rare thing.

Hundreds of kilometers away, in the capital city of southern Guangdong, there is a factory specializing in the production of glass.

The glass cabinets are divided into categories and placed, all of which are high-quality wood samples and some small objects.

Such as wooden skewers, wood carvings, miniature furniture, wooden ornaments and the like.

Mostly ash, ebony, nanmu.

But there is no shortage of top products, such as agarwood, huanghuali, rosewood, and mahogany, and the categories are quite complete.

It can be seen that although Renjia Town is small, there are quite a lot of rich people, and it can really be regarded as a treasured land of geomantic omen.

It was still early, there were not many people, and all the clerks in the store were free. A handsome clerk saw him and came over to greet him: "Master Xu, why are you here?"

Xu Ping took out the contract from the jacket pocket and said, "This is the contract signed between me and your boss Zhao. I came here just to ask why this batch of timber hasn't been delivered yet?"

The clerk in the store wiped his hands with his clothes before taking it.

After just a glance, the clerk handed the contract back with a smile all over his face: "Shopkeeper Xu, this little guy can't make up his mind, why don't you wait a little while, and I'll ask the shopkeeper to take a look."

"Ah."

Xu Ping reached out to accept the contract, and the boy slipped into the back hall without hearing from him.

Taking advantage of his free time, Xu Ping casually wandered around in front of the glass cabinet.

He mainly looked at the wood carvings and decorations, because he also did this, so he compared the good and the bad, intentionally or not.

In the end Xu Ping had to admit that a professional is a professional.

He thinks that the lifelike statue of Guan Gong, if it is placed here, can at best be classified as a defective product.

He was in front of the counter, sweeping all the way, suddenly, his brows were slightly frowned.

"This piece of Mandshurica Fraxinus... is really black."

The piece of Fraxinus mandshurica in the corner of the counter in front of me is half a foot long and the width of a palm, so it should belong to the heartwood.

But it is not the usual yellowish brown, but slightly scorched black, as if it had been scorched by flames.

Xu Ping was a little surprised that he dared to sell it. In such a big store, it is impossible to sell fakes.

When I looked at the price, I thought it was a good guy, it would cost 50 yuan to steal money from here.

The paper figurine brothers worked hard, planing, sawing and hammering. After a busy night, only a few dozen yuan were produced.

Such a small piece of rotten wood can be sold for such an expensive price. In comparison, Xu Ping thought he was a conscientious businessman.

He stayed here for a long time, and then someone came up to challenge him: "Shopkeeper Xu, which one do you like, I will take it out and hold your eye with you?"

Xu Ping didn't answer, he just pointed to the scorched willow and asked, "Man, what's so different about this piece of Fraxinus mandshurica, and why is the price so high?"

The clerk in the store looked down, then raised his head and smiled and said, "Master Xu, whether this piece of Mandshurica mandshurica is good or bad, to be honest, we don't know."

"Is it still so expensive?"

When the clerk heard this, his words were even more polite, obviously he had received professional training: "Don't be annoyed, shopkeeper Xu, this is the rule of our shop. Anything that is different from the usual shape and cannot be distinguished in the shop will be sold at a price." 50 yuan ocean..."

What kind of rule is this? It has been explained, but it seems that it has not been explained... But Xu Ping slowly came to understand it.

For such a big store, there must be an inspector, and if there is nothing unusual, it will be marked with a high price.

For one thing, there are always some people with curiosity, the more different things from ordinary people, the more they like them.

Second, prevent being picked up.

Selling it for 50 yuan, if it is a good thing, you may make money, but I will definitely not lose money.

Picking up things like this will only exist on the street stalls. Such a big shop doesn't care about your three melons and two dates, so you simply mark a high price and wait for the second lack of local tyrants.

If you can sell it, you can sell it. If you can’t sell it, you can put it in the store as a surprise, but it doesn’t matter anyway.

After Xu Ping thought of this, he also understood that he had to go to the street to pick up the leak, otherwise why would he call it a pick up?

In order not to be taken advantage of, Xu Ping performed the Zhan Wang Qi Technique and took another careful look.

Immediately, his eyes lit up and he waved his hand.

"I want this piece of wood!"

(End of this chapter)