ghost craftsman

Chapter 4 The Coffin Shop

At that time, I didn't know why the old master changed my name, and I didn't know why he said my name was unlucky. I only knew that from September 2002, 9, the name Luo Dongchuan accompanied me all my life.

After leaving the master's house, I went directly to the coffin shop opened by my brother.

Brother, this coffin shop is spread out in Nanping Town. The door of the store is his own house. It is a small two-story building. The first floor is used to place coffins, and the second floor is a place to stay. Although the house is not big , Brother can make a lot of money by making coffins all year round.

When I came to the coffin shop, it was already noon, and the sun was shining in the sky, and my brother was bending over to tinker with the coffin. I was quite shy at the time, so I didn't dare to go in directly, so I stood at the door and called tentatively, "Senior brother."

He straightened his waist and looked at me. He was about thirty years old, with a beard and a fat body. He wore a dark blue coarse cloth on his upper body. After looking at me for a while, he asked me who I was. who.

I adjusted my clothes to make myself look as decent as possible, and then stood at the door and told what the master had told me.

After the senior brother heard this, he stared at my right index finger and asked me to help in the coffin shop without saying anything polite.

I was always thinking about going to the school to report, and I didn't go into the coffin shop, so I asked my brother if I could go to the school to report first.

Without saying a word, the senior brother dragged me into the coffin shop and asked me to burn three pillars of incense in front of the patriarch Lu Ban, saying that it was a rule to enter the house to worship the patriarch, and it could not be broken.

After worshiping the patriarch, the brother didn't say anything, let me go to the school to report first.However, he made a request, saying that he had to rush back to the coffin shop as soon as he finished the report, and that his coffin shop did not support idlers, so if he wanted to learn art here, he had to work hard.

I reluctantly agreed, and went straight to school with 2000 yuan in my pocket.

The place where I go to school is also in Nanping Town, not far from my brother's coffin, only two or three hundred meters away.Since it was noon, when I signed up, there were quite a lot of people, and there was a long queue. I couldn't finish the registration until four o'clock in the afternoon. I didn't dare to stay in school for a long time, and I didn't have time to meet any new classmates. Back to the coffin shop.

Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, at that time I didn’t want to learn the craftsmanship of ghost craftsmen at all. For me at that time, knowledge can change my destiny. Crafts like ghost craftsmen can only earn a living in a small town at most. It is obviously impossible to make a lot of money to cure my second uncle's paralysis.

So, after arriving at the senior brother's coffin shop, I have been focusing on my studies, and I have been perfunctory about what the senior brother taught me.man!Who has no selfishness.

But this kind of thinking didn't last long in my mind, and I changed this view, because on the seventh day after I arrived at my brother's house, a special guest came to the coffin shop, and this guest made my brother earn a full 1 yuan You must know that the money at that time was more valuable.

To use a simple analogy, my parents worked hard for a year, selling rice and agricultural by-products, and at most they earned less than 30 yuan, and the wages at that time were [-] yuan a day.

This made me see the hope of making a lot of money, and at the same time, I also saw the hope of paying back the master's 2000 yuan tuition.

Let me tell you about the situation at that time. At that time, the school was on holiday on Saturday. Because there was a shortage of wood for the coffin shop, my brother went to the countryside to collect wood, and I was ordered by my brother to watch the coffin shop.

At the end of the day, there is no business. After all, it is impossible to die every day these days, and there must be no business in the coffin shop of the undead.Until the evening approached, a figure suddenly appeared in front of me. The person who came was a woman in her thirties, of medium height. The body is fat and her butt is surprisingly big. She twisted her big butt and hurried in.

"You are Master Wang?" She stared at me and sized me up for a while with a strange tone.

Master Wang refers to the senior brother. The full name of the senior brother is Wang Qingshan, and most people in the town call him Master Wang.

I looked up at him, shook my head, and told her that my brother had gone to the countryside.

"That's it!" She replied, and walked around the coffin shop meaningfully, touching the lid of the coffin while walking, and asked me, "When will Master Wang come back?"

I immediately followed. Although I had no interest in coffins, I have been eating, drinking, and sleeping at my brother's house all the time. Now that my brother is not here, I naturally had to greet his guests, so I told her respectfully that my brother would be back by tomorrow morning at the latest.

She groaned, stopped talking, and walked around the coffin shop again. Seeing her eyes looking for something, I asked curiously, "Sister, how can I help you?"

She looked away, glanced at me, and said in a low voice, "Is there a coffin that can hold seven corpses?"

I was dumbfounded on the spot, this coffin is about one person, one coffin, how can there be a coffin for seven corpses, I quickly shook my head and said no.

The woman seemed quite disappointed, sighed, and said, "It seems that it can only be customized."

I don't understand what she means, the kind of coffin she asked for can't be made even if it is customized.According to my original intention, I wanted to say this, but I was afraid of driving away my brother's guests, so I had to echo, "Yes, I'm afraid it can only be customized."

Who would have thought that this sentence would cause trouble.

The woman took out 1000 yuan on the spot, put the money in my pocket when I was not paying attention, and told me that the 1000 yuan was a deposit.

I vaguely felt that something was wrong, so I quickly took out the money and returned it.

The old ancestor once said that it is difficult to raise a girl and a villain. This is absolutely true. When the woman saw that I paid back the money, it was worth it, and she immediately turned her face. She pointed at me and yelled at me for not knowing the rules. , and said that the deposit for the coffin cannot be refunded casually. If it is refunded, it is tantamount to cursing her family to die. In the end, she even threatened to ask me to pay for mental damage.

I was a very shy student at the time, so frightened by her, how could I dare to speak again, and quickly withdrew my hand, but I was very puzzled in my heart, is there such a thing about making a coffin?
Seeing that I was timid, the woman became even more vicious. When she caught me, she scolded me and asked me to write her a receipt. I asked what kind of receipt to write. She gave me a fierce look and said, " A receipt for the deposit, of course."

I wanted to say something at first, but when I saw her roll up her sleeves, with the attitude that if you don't write a receipt, I will tell you forever, I reluctantly wrote a receipt to her.

When I got the receipt, the woman's face was really like a peach blossom blooming in spring, so brilliant, she stuffed me with 100 yuan with a proud face, saying it was a reward for me, and strode away from the coffin shop go out.

Looking at the woman's back, I vaguely felt that I was cheated, but I didn't take it too seriously. I thought it was just a bigger coffin, and my brother should be able to type it out, so I closed the shop door.

(End of this chapter)