Tomb Robbery: Successor to the King, starting in Yunnan Worm Valley

Chapter 329 Rosewood Coffin
  While eating, Hu Bayi began to chat with the boss one after another.

Mainly I want to ask the boss if he has heard of Qingxi Town.

The boss was thinking very hard while he was busy.

Even Wang Ye could see that the boss had worked very hard.

In the end, I still didn’t remember it.

"What Qingxi Town is, I have no impression of it. Neither does the brainless king. But there are wooden stakes in the open space in front of the town. I have chopped off heads before, and they were all bandits in the mountains."

The boss gave a confused answer.

Hu Bayi felt discouraged for a while.

Wang Ye began to gather around in large numbers.

The town probably only has one or two thousand people.

The main buildings are concentrated on both sides of the old street.

The old street is only a few hundred meters in total.

After Wang Ye's eyes scanned back and forth, he quickly found the target he was looking for in the middle of the old street.

Good guy, I really found it myself.

Wang Ye couldn't help but smile.

He reached out and poked Hu Bayi, then pointed to a grocery store about a few dozen meters away.

The grocery store looks unremarkable.

It is also a two-story bamboo building.

A wooden board was painted with white paint on the outside, and the words "Shop" were written in red letters.

It’s no different from other barber shops, restaurants and mountain goods stores on this old street.

But Hu Bayi
  As soon as I saw it, I couldn't take my eyes away.

Because there is a bamboo pole sticking out from the eaves of the first floor of this grocery store.

There is something black hanging at the end of the bamboo pole.

It's a coffin!
  But this coffin is very small, only about the size of a palm.

It is also covered with various decorations.

Most people would not be able to tell what this thing is at first glance.

But Hu Bayi recognized it.

What do you mean by coffins? In the era before Wang Ye traveled through time, people were quite taboo about coffins.

And in daily life, there are fewer and fewer opportunities to deal with coffins.

In big cities, coffins are no longer used in many cases, but urns and urns are used instead.

Only in some rural areas, the custom of using coffins for burials is still retained.

But in Hu Bayi's era, or even earlier.

Things like coffins are not that evil.

It is far from as evil as described in various folklore ghost stories of later generations.

Many elderly people even started to prepare coffins for themselves while they were still alive.

Therefore, it is normal to see a coffin or something in a rural yard, occasionally in a woodshed, or above the doorway.

In rural areas, it is even customary for elderly people to build coffins to commemorate their birthdays.

However, these are normal coffins.

That kind of small coffin, something like a handicraft, has been a bit particular since ancient times.

As the saying goes, a coffin means promotion and wealth.

On the one hand, the coffin is a symbol of death; on the other hand, because of its homophone, it actually has an auspicious meaning.

Therefore, some people will place small coffins as accessories on their desks and other places.

It's just that no one has ever seen a small coffin as a decoration outside the door of a grocery store.

And this little coffin is also very strange.

Not to mention the complicated shape, the black paint on it, three layers inside and three outside, had to be applied many times.

It's different from the big red coffins that are usually used as decorations.

At the same time, due to the sun and rain, the black paint inevitably peeled off in some places on the corners of the small coffin.

But the foundation exposed inside is not ordinary wood.

It's rosewood.

Rosewood is no ordinary wood.

Not only is this thing expensive, but more importantly, few people use rosewood to make coffins.

Firstly, it is impossible to find such a big board, and secondly, if rosewood is used as a coffin, it will be too heavy and the smell will be too strong.

Not only was it hard to lift during the burial, it was also a bit of a shock to the owner inside the coffin.

This small coffin is made of rosewood, which is even more interesting. In addition, the most special point is that this small coffin has many holes densely packed on it.

These holes even look a bit like the small holes in a hornet's nest.

It gives me goosebumps to watch.

This thing is definitely not a qualified decoration.

Placing it outside has an outstanding effect on dissuading guests.

Hu Bayi was about to go over, but paused again and asked the owner of the restaurant.

"Boss, is that grocery store in front of you a state-owned one?"

The boss glanced at the direction indicated by Hu Bayi and smiled.

"It's a state-owned store. The person who runs this store is not even a local. He brags that he is from Beizhili."

"He has a lump on his head, and he doesn't like to talk to people all day long. If he hadn't been really good at wrestling when he was young, no one in the whole country could beat him, and he would have been driven away long ago."

"If you want to buy something, go to the supply and marketing cooperative on the corner. It's state-owned and has everything."

Hu Bayi's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.

He also said that someone had a bruise on his head.

The boss himself has some kind of serious illness.

Wang Ye nodded after hearing this.

The one in North Zhili is Baoding Prefecture.

Good at wrestling?

That would be more accurate.

In Shanpu Camp, wrestling is a unique skill.

"Come on, let's go take a look."

Hu Bayi looked a little shocked, and without much explanation, he quickly walked to the grocery store with the others who had eaten and drank enough.

Upon closer inspection, there was nothing wrong with this grocery store.

Inside is a counter.

Made of wood with a glass top.

There are scales, some snacks, candies in jars, dried fruits and the like on the countertop.

There are also some horse manure papers and paper ropes used as packaging.

The shelves in the back are all made of local bamboo.

The items placed on it were nothing more than some fried rice, oil, salt, matches, soap, towels, and some notebooks and pencils used by students.

There is nothing else.

There is a bamboo chair in the store.

An old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties was lying on a bamboo chair, dozing off while listening to the radio.

After Hu Bayi and others walked in,
  A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of it.

A pair of bright eyes with a smile.

With a pair of ponytails.

Seeing the guests come in, he grinned, showing his white teeth.

"Are you guys here from outside? Want to buy something?"

Wang Ye couldn't help but smile.

It seems that this is the right place.

The girl in front of me must be this girl.

Wang Ye didn't say anything and let Lao Hu greet him.

As a result, at this time, Shirley Yang suddenly whispered something in Wang Ye's ear.

"There's something wrong with this store."

Wang Ye was shocked.

He always thought that Hu Bayi knew more about things in the world.

Unexpectedly, Shirley Yang also saw that something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Isn't this normal?"

Fatty Wang behind him had his ears function much better after his physique was transformed. He also heard what Shirley Yang said. He still didn't understand, so he opened his mouth to ask.

"Honeycomb Mountain."

Shirley Yang said softly.

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