The Rebirth of 88 Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 70

That night, Yang Luoyan saw that he was happy, so he specially cooked an extra plate of food for him to drink.

So that he could have a couple of sips of it as a celebration.

But Wu Yuan was not addicted to alcohol, so he simply changed his way of celebrating.

The celebration ended and it was already midnight.

Who would have thought that such a smooth and pretty person is already the mother of two children.

"It's an old couple's?"

"We are only 22, and we will have a long life in the future. Why are we just an old couple?"

In a blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Early in the morning, the sky and the earth were dark, the sun and the moon were changing colors, and a blizzard was raging underground.

When Wu Yuan got up at night, he found that the mountains and plains outside were all white, so he simply hid under the blanket and hugged his wife, preparing to sleep until he woke up naturally.

As a result, in a daze, I heard someone calling the door.

Then Rhubarb played a trio with two little wolf dogs, glutinous rice and rice balls.

This time I woke up completely.

Yang Luoyan groped to get out of bed and dressed, "I'll go and have a look."

In the end, Wu Yuan grabbed her and said, "Let me go."

Wu Yuan got out of bed wearing a padded jacket, opened the door of the east chamber, and saw Lin Miaomiao poking his head out from the west chamber.

Seeing him getting up, Lin Miaomiao retreated decisively and climbed back into bed.

Opening the pin of the wooden door of the main room, Wu Yuan strode towards the gate, asking, "Who is it?"

The big yellow dogs stopped barking and wagged their tails at him.

Scattered cries came from outside the door.

Wu Yuan quickened his pace, removed the wood blocking the door, and opened the door.

Seeing Ma Mingjun in sackcloth and filial piety plop, kneeling in the snow, tears streaming down his face, "Master, my father is gone!"

Wu Yuan was taken aback, and then suddenly remembered that the end of the year was sad.

Ma Mingjun's father left suddenly in the cold weather, without any warning beforehand.

Nothing has changed in this life.

It's just that in the previous life, Ma Mingjun asked him to make a coffin first, and then worshiped him as his teacher.

Now, whether it's beating the coffin or presiding over the overall situation, it all falls on me.

Allowing Ma Mingjun to kowtow, Wu Yuan helped the eldest apprentice up and said, "Get up quickly, the old man is 73, and he didn't suffer any crimes. It's a blessing among misfortunes."

Ma Mingjun wiped his nose, and was about to take out a cigarette: "Master, look at my father's coffin, who is suitable for it?"

There has long been no coffin shop in the village, so it is not realistic to buy one.

And Lao Ma's body has always been healthy, and his youngest daughter Ma Mingqi has not yet left the cabinet, so he has never thought about preparing for his birthday at all.

So much so that when things come to an end, we can only ask someone to fight now.

Wu Yuan did his part and said, "Do I still need to find someone? Am I not a ready-made master?"

"But Master, your business is so big, and you still get involved in rough work like making coffins, wouldn't it be unlucky?"

"I've accepted your kowtow, and it's too late to repent. Besides, this is a good thing to accumulate Yin virtue, and I have no shirkable responsibility."

When Ma Mingjun heard this, he knelt down and kowtowed again.

Master has given too much face, and he can't repay it.

Apart from kowtowing, he didn't know how to express his inner emotion.

In the end, he was stopped by Wu Yuan, "Okay, you go to deliver a letter to another house first. I will go directly to your house in a while."

Ma Mingjun quickly said: "Master, my father lives in his hometown and lives with my brother."

"Okay, I get it."

After dismissing Ma Mingjun, Yang Luoyan and Lin Miaomiao also got up.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh.

For breakfast, Yang Luoyan specially baked big pancakes and prepared two hard dishes.

What I'm afraid of is that when Wu Yuan gets to Lao Ma's house, once he gets busy, he won't even have time to eat.

After breakfast, Wu Yuan picked out an old padded jacket and put it on.

After Yang Luoyan's skilful handling, the old padded jacket looks neat and tidy.

Arrived at Ma's old house.

The old horse's coffin was in the main hall of the hall, which was filled with smoke, and he was dressed in hemp and mourning.

Wu Yuan entered the door.

Apart from anything else, first burn incense, burn yellow paper, and then kowtow to worship.

At first glance, he is a veteran who knows the rules.

After worshiping, Ma Mingchao, who was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, handed over a white cloth, and Wu Yuan allowed him to help put it on.

While wearing it, he asked: "I'll make the coffin for Brother Ma, do you have coffin boards at home?"

Ma Mingchao was taken aback, surprised and grateful.

What a shame this is, he understands.

However, the uncles next to him are not happy. He has no hair around his mouth. Is it reliable to make a coffin?
Before Wu Yuan could react, Ma Mingchao became anxious.

"Uncle, third uncle, if you are not sure, Boss Wu will put down the big business at hand and come make a joke for you?"

"It's not for my brother's sake, come to help. Otherwise, it's snowing heavily, where can I find a master who is willing to come?"

Wu Yuan pressed down on Ma Mingchao, and said to the uncles of the Ma family: "Several old brothers, the coffin is always inseparable. I understand the rules passed down by the ancestors. Ten boards, eight feet long, and eight lines, can't be seen.

Having said that, the uncles of the Ma family immediately said nothing.

Let Ma Mingchao lead Wu Yuan into the Westinghouse.

The west house is still a mud wall, but the thatch on the roof is newly replaced.

The heavy snow has not affected much.

A few pieces of willow wood are piled up in the corner, mixed with some paulownia wood.

The quantity is sufficient, but the length still needs to be picked.

While Wu Yuan had a good idea in mind, he told Ma Mingchao: "In a while, you call someone to the village to call Baojun and the sixth child, and let them come here with a chainsaw and a set of tools."

Ma Mingchao didn't dare to delay: "Boss Wu, I'll send someone to go right away."

Half an hour later, Zhao Baojun and Zhu Liubiao came over with a flatbed.

Before unloading the chainsaw and other tools, I went to offer incense and kowtow to the master's house first, and burned the yellow paper.

After arriving in the Westinghouse, I heard Wu Yuan say, "There won't be many opportunities to make coffins in the future. This time, you two will follow along and study hard. Don't miss any rules and details."

Wu Yuan taught while doing.

The heavy snow outside gradually stopped.

More people came to express their condolences. Seeing Wu Yuan in the West Room with his disciples personally opening the coffin, they all said that the old horse was blessed.

By the afternoon of the second day.

Wu Yuan personally sprinkled some sawdust and shavings inside, and then delivered the coffin to the owner's family.

The day of hanging is set for the day after tomorrow.

As a result, on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it had just been cloudy for three days, and the weather had not yet melted, and it was snowing again and again.

Uncles of the Ma family said it was a good thing.

The so-called snow will crush people, and nobles will come out; when the rain hits the soul, future generations will be poor.

There are also more direct and pure sayings: the snow crushes the rich, and the rain hits the poor.

It snowed until the next day for the funeral and went to the fields.

It really gave the old Ma family a lot of face.

Ma Mingjun couldn't help thinking about it, four brothers and sisters.

The eldest sister, myself and the second brother are all married, and basically have no relationship with nobles and fortune.

Only Yaomei Ma Mingqi is a talented person, and this year she graduated from a technical secondary school in finance and accounting, and is assigned by the state.As soon as he goes to work, he is a national cadre, and he may become a noble person in the future.

　Yanzu Yifei, books are not popular.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)