My master is invincible

Chapter 36

There is a reason for my complexion. According to the rules of our industry, we are very particular about the seating position of the banquet. The table near the altar is the main banquet. It is the most important table in the whole funeral and the one with the richest dishes. a seat.

Take the deceased at home for three days as an example. On the first day, the host is the host and the undertaker of the funeral (if the funeral is not arranged, he is an intellectual) to eat; For three days of funeral, the Eight Immortals will eat.

As for the blood stele, the people who carry the tombstone sit at the seat for lunch. They obviously know this rule, but they are still sitting there at the seat. It is obvious that they are bullying, because they have already sat at the seat in the morning. I have eaten at the main table, and there is no reason to sit together.

We are not fighting for food or face, what we are fighting for is breath, what we are fighting for is our own duty, what we are fighting for is dignity.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is just a table of wine and food with slightly better dishes, which is dispensable.And who understands the importance of this dispensable banquet to us? We do the most menial jobs, we earn money that others dislike, and we eat food that tastes like death. Only this burial And when the stele is erected, we can be superior to others, and we can sit at the main table and have a solid meal. The food is not fragrant, but our heart is fragrant.

You can call us coffin bearers, you can call us earning money from the dead, and you can even call us cheap craftsmen, but at the banquet, we must sit at the main table, because there is our dignity there.

Lang Gao saw that my face was serious, so he smiled awkwardly and said, "They came first, so they sat there, and I'll ask them to leave now."

I was silent, did not speak, and stared fixedly at the eight immortals on the table, burning with anger. I rarely lose my temper, but if I step on my bottom line, I will step on that person regardless of the consequences. underfoot.Because of this temper, I offended many colleagues in the coffin-carrying career later, most of them were competing for the seat.

"Hey! Director Lang, you are taking advantage of the situation to oppress others. You carried your uncle up the mountain to bury us and drove us Eight Immortals from the banquet. How can you be such a nephew? You are not afraid of your uncle crawling out of the coffin." Come out to look for you?" The man who spoke was only in his fifties, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and he was sitting directly above the zhu table.

"Old gentleman, I took off my skin and became an ordinary citizen. I didn't mean to use the name of the director to overwhelm you, let alone drive you out of the banquet, but to be polite in everything, my uncle. The blood tablet needs to be erected today, and I was afraid that you guys would be too busy, so I invited eight other Eight Immortals to be in charge of erecting the blood tablet. Logically speaking, this seat should be given to them." After finishing speaking, Lang Gao stretched out his hand towards We pointed here.

What Lang Gao said made sense. He must have some understanding of rural funerals. It’s no wonder that we Eight Immortals used to fight and make trouble. He has handled many cases of this kind, so he naturally knows some etiquette.

The man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek followed Lang Gao's hand and looked at us. He was surprised at first, then gave a weird smile, stood up, walked in front of us, pinched my face with his hands, and said, "Boy, I'm listening. People have told you, Chen Jiu! I don’t know what’s going on with Lao Wang’s one-eyed dragon, but now I’m Lao Wang’s meal with you, boy, tell dad the truth, is it Nima? Old Wang?"

I didn't talk nonsense to him, and I didn't want to talk to him. I told him my anger with practical actions. I raised my leg and kicked his crotch, and hit his temple with a right hook. It went down.

In an instant, blood was splashed everywhere, and my clothes were also stained with blood. The man fell to the ground, struggled subconsciously, and passed out before he could even scream.

"Killer!" At the banquet, several Eight Immortals screamed, rushing over to beat me.

When Fatty Guo and Chen Tiannan saw this situation, they didn't dare to hesitate at all. They picked up the long bench and laid it in front of them, guarding against the Eight Immortals.

"In broad daylight, do you want to create a fan?" Seeing that the two companions were about to pinch each other, Lang Gao slapped his palm on the table and roared, "Who dares to make a fuss at my uncle's funeral? Go inside the closed cell."

Sometimes, a word of an official is lower than a thousand words of ordinary people. When his voice came down, none of us dared to move. We all glared at each other, wishing to tear each other alive. A poem suddenly flashed in my mind, " They are born from the same root, so why rush each other."

This is often the case in life, working in the same lowly job, but not being able to see that others are better than oneself, perhaps, this phenomenon exists in all walks of life, this is human nature!

"Then who, take your group of Eight Immortals to send this person to the hospital, and I will pay for the medical expenses." Lang Gao pointed to one of the Eight Immortals and said.

That person gave us a resentful look, and beckoned them to lift up the people on the ground. Before leaving, he stopped in front of me for a few seconds and said, "Boy, let's live with Master Shuiyun. Just wait!"

After speaking, a group of seven people hurried out of the village carrying an Eight Immortal who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Lang Gao glanced at us, didn't speak, and asked someone to clean the blood stains on the ground, then he asked us to sit on the table and left.

The three of us sat on the main table, and no one spoke. The atmosphere in the main room was extremely cold. After a while, the five people who dug the grave well came in. They were acquaintances, and they carried the coffin together.

"Chen Baxian, what's the matter, is there something wrong with your face?" The person who spoke was Gao Lao, who was in his forties, with dark skin, and sat down next to me.

I shook my head and said, "It's okay, eat and drink first, erect a blood tablet at two o'clock in the afternoon, and then go to the side of the main road to carry the Linglong blood tablet to the cemetery."

Our eight immortals hurriedly picked up some food and drank a little wine. During this period, Fatty Guo and Chen Tiannan wanted to speak several times, but I stopped them with my eyes. There are two newcomers, and I have no confidence at all. The predestined person who puts all my hopes on the boss only has a hundred catties to carry the Linglong blood tablet.

I chose to ignore the latter sentence. I thought a lot on the way back. Since the boss asked me to carry this tombstone, he must have his intentions. Lao Wang said that the man is a living god, so he definitely wouldn’t Wrong.

After the meal, I asked Lang Gao to prepare seven pairs of white gloves, three roosters, whole grains, [-] catties of yellow paper, two long incense sticks, a stick of fresh incense, and an ink fountain.

Because of the fighting scene earlier, Lang Gao's attitude towards me was a bit colder, not as enthusiastic as before. I can understand this kind of emotion. Who would be enthusiastic about people who make trouble at funerals?However, he still prepared these things according to my instructions, and said: "After the blood monument is erected, I will deal with your case."

(End of this chapter)