Jiayou's Fun

Lao He hid in front of a jewelry store, using the pillars of the store to hide his figure.

In these two streets and alleys, Lao He and other supervisors are all familiar faces on the street. They have been wandering the streets for many years, and many people in the shops know him.

Therefore, he could not appear in front of the people of the two coffin shops.

Lu Qian stood alone under the signboard of the Descendants of Fuyin and peered into the shop, which had more than half of the door closed.

As mentioned before, the two coffin shops have large facades and are very spacious inside.

The wooden shelves are neatly arranged in layers in the store, with dozens of coffins stacked on them. Some coffins are painted black, and some are still wood-colored.

Fuyin Descendants is engaged in mid- to low-end business. It can be seen that the materials used in these coffins are common pine and other woods, with a few slightly higher-end willow coffins mixed in.

Through the half-open lids of those coffins, it can be seen that the materials used in these coffins are also really touching.

What Lu Qian saw was the thickest willow coffin. The coffin board was less than two inches thick. There were several pine coffins placed on the side. Not only was the coffin itself made of small wooden strips, but no large ones were used. The logs are large and the coffin boards are less than an inch thick.

Most of the shop was occupied by coffins. Under the dim lights, a skinny old man wearing a light blue brocade robe and a grizzly bear skin cloak was shivering and asking a few people who were sitting at the square table to eat. Man.

Now, I'll order three of the cheapest and thinnest coffins you have here, and take them to Sijifang for me now.

Beside the skinny old man stood two slender middle-aged men.

The two middle-aged men were wearing thin clothes, wearing snow-white robes with arrow sleeves, white belts, white boots, and the hairbands holding their buns on their heads were also white, with three small silver sword-shaped hairs inserted into the buns. hairpin.

They wore swords on their waists, and the scabbards were made of white shark skin. The handles of the swords were wrapped with white silk ribbons, which were also pale.

Their temperament is also cold, which makes people stay away from them.

Meeting these two items in the coffin shop late at night, Lu Qian suddenly felt a chill in his heart when he saw them.

With a cough, a tall, skinny, middle-aged man with slightly dark skin wearing a dog-skin hat and a light brown copper-money pattern satin jacket walked out from a small door behind the coffin shop.

It's Chinese New Year, someone died in the house? Hey, my condolences, my condolences.

The few waiters sitting at the square table stood up and bowed to the tall and thin man expressionlessly: It's the shopkeeper.

In the Ping An No. 1 across the street, a middle-aged man who was also tall and thin stuck his head out and shouted in a strange voice: Hey, is it open? This guest officer, come here Let me take a look at the safe number? I have here the best longevity materials made of rare wood shipped from the south, six-inch boards, eight-inch boards, and top-quality boards one foot and two inches thick.

Golden nanmu, sandalwood, huanghuali, all kinds of good materials are available!

Your old man died and slept in our house. It's called a glorious sight!

The shopkeeper of Fuyin Descendants rushed to the door of the store in two steps and almost bumped into Lu Yi. Instead of apologizing to Lu Yi, he pointed at the shopkeeper opposite and yelled: An Laokou, you didn't do this. For business... where is your dead old man who celebrates the New Year, ah!

After spitting on the ground, the shopkeeper of Fuyin Descendants narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Lu Qian: Master, someone in your family has left? Hey, how about picking out a piece of longevity food? Or, Order one at our house and prepare it? You will need it sooner or later!

Lu Qian shivered, and he laughed dryly: Hey, look, look, I just, look!

The shopkeeper of Fuyin Descendants twitched his lips and showed a stiff smile: Whether it's a look or a look, tell us which one you like, tell us, we have pine, poplar, and willow here. Made of wood, jujube, and all kinds of materials are available, and it is a centuries-old brand, and the craftsmanship of the master is very exquisite.

Before the shopkeeper could finish what he said, the skinny old man in the shop started shouting: Shopkeeper, if you don't do business, what are you talking about with that kid? Hurry up, there are three thin-skinned coffins, the cheapest ones, I need them in a hurry. .”

A man in white next to the skinny old man put his left hand on the handle of his sword and silently walked to the door of the coffin shop, staring at Lu Qian with a stern look.

The shopkeeper laughed dryly, looked at Lu Yi, turned around and walked to the skinny old man: The cheapest? Are you sure? Tsk, the big things in life are nothing more than life and death. This person is dead, but it is a big thing. Let him walk comfortably and sleep soundly, right? Why don't you take a look at this Manchurian coffin?

The shopkeeper said loudly: Look, two-inch thick boards, solid wood boards, are not groceries made of wooden strips. This is our first purchase of the new year, so I'll give you a cheaper price. It’s twenty guan per mouthful, and we’ll charge you a cost, just twelve guan, how about that?”

The skinny old man sneered and pointed towards a few coffins made of pine strips in the corner of the shop: Don't be rude, there is no need to paint those three coffins. Take them to Sijifangzaki Fangyuan with me. Hurry up. of.

Lu Qian put his hands in his sleeves and stood at the door of the coffin shop, smiling at the croaking of the skinny old man and the shopkeeper.

The man dressed in snow-white stared at Lu Qian again and again with cold eyes. After a while, he found that Lu Qian seemed to have no reaction to his intimidating gaze. He moved a step sideways to block Lu Qian's gaze. .

Friend, it's a little lively and not pretty.

You should go where you should for such a dead thing, right?

Shopkeeper An across the street stared straight at this side with a stiff smile.

Behind him, a few guys poked their heads in and looked this way.

Lu Qian stretched out his hand and pushed hard on the chest of the man in white. He smiled and said: What's the matter? What's the matter? I'm asking the boss to order a coffin, but you still don't allow them to do business? Yeah? Or is it that your family is dead during the New Year? What's so shameful about a family of three?

The man in white's face became extremely gloomy.

Lao He stood in the shadow in front of the shop next door, his brows raised sharply.

During the Chinese New Year, who’s family had three people die in a row?

When someone dies, they only use the cheapest thin-skinned coffin?

Because of the angle, he could only hear the conversation between Lu Qian and the man in white, but could not see clearly the appearance of the man in white. He felt itchy in his heart, and subconsciously stuck out his head, trying his best to look towards the door of the descendant of Fuyin.

At the door of Ping An Road, shopkeeper An and a few waiters seemed to have some kind of sense. They turned their heads at the same time and stared at Lao He under the dim red light.

A smile appeared on Shopkeeper An's stiff face: Oh, isn't this Mr. He who is the guardian of the palace? There is a death in your family? Are you here to buy a coffin? Come, come, come, come to our safe number and give you a mouthful Okay, here’s a good bite for you.”

Shopkeeper An stretched out his hand and waved to Lao He: Come on, come on, come to our safe ship! The Fuyin ship opposite, their coffins are not worthy of a big shot like you, Mr. He!

Under the pale red light, Shopkeeper An stretched out his hand and waved to himself repeatedly. The cold Come on, come on made Lao He goosebumps all over his body - this was too unlucky for the Chinese New Year!

Especially the last sentence almost made Lao He vomit blood.

What does it mean to be ‘not worthy of a big shot like you, Mr. He’?

He Lao He didn't come here to buy a coffin. Even if he bought a coffin, it wouldn't be for his own use?

But having already revealed his identity, Lao He walked out of the shadows with a gloomy face, pointed towards Shopkeeper An, turned around and walked slowly towards the brightly lit street in the distance.

Shopkeeper An looked at Lao He's back as he slowly left, and suddenly took a deep breath silently.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his lips suddenly turned blue-grey. Then, under the pale skin, traces of blue-green blood vessels were exposed, making his face look extremely evil and ferocious.

Lu Qian pushed the man in white's chest with his palm, and the man in white's body did not move at all.

He raised his chin proudly and stared at Lu Qian sideways.

In Fuyin's descendant's room, the skinny old man shouted dryly: It's just those three bastards. It's already the master's grace to have a coffin for them to bury. It's just these three people. Stop talking about it. What's the price? Big During the Chinese New Year, you have to give me a preferential price for your first purchase!

The shopkeeper sighed and muttered to the skinny old man: Okay, three of the cheapest thin-skinned coffins, tsk.

For the Chinese New Year, I will give you the cost price for the first sale of the new year. For these three coffins, you can pay 800 yuan each.

Hey, you still have to choose three sets of shrouds. I've already bought the coffin, so the shrouds aren't worth much, are they?

Our shrouds are also cheap ones made of coarse cloth. One set will cost you fifty cents. What do you think of the price?

Hey, are these three people in your family male or female? There are differences in the styles of these shrouds between men and women. What size are these shoes? Tell me and I will give you a set?

The skinny old man waved his hand impatiently: All three of them are women, hurry up.

In the coffin shop, the shopkeeper, the clerk, and a few stout men who came out of the backyard and were preparing to help carry the coffin, their movements froze at the same time, and they all looked at the skinny old man.

The shopkeeper coughed dryly, his lips turned slightly blue, and said dryly: This woman's shroud is also very particular. Old people and young people cannot mix. As an old man, you know the customs of our Dayin. These funeral objects are in the wrong format, which is detrimental to future generations and the owner’s family!”

The skinny old man frowned, thought for a while, and said dryly: Three yellow-haired girls, fourteen or fifteen years old. You are an expert. You are right. You have already prepared these shrouds, shoes and so on. Well, the coffin Here, give them more money to buy the road, and let them die early and be reincarnated!

At the door, Lu Qian looked at the man in white blocking the way, shook his head, turned around and left.

At the door of the coffin shop opposite, the eyes of shopkeeper An and several waiters fell directly on Lu Qian's back.

Afterwards, shopkeeper An laughed dryly: Close the door, close the door, tsk, look at my colleagues who have a prosperous New Year and open business and make a fortune. I feel so sick and uncomfortable. Close the door, close the door, and see if I can get a good deal tomorrow.

Suddenly, shopkeeper An shouted at Lu Qian's back: Young man, how about ordering some longevity materials? Maybe we will need them someday?

Almost at the same time that Lu Qian turned to leave, a hoarse voice sounded in the dark room with a red lantern hanging alone in the underground secret room in the backyard of the Safe Road.

Someone comes to buy a coffin for a young woman. I'm afraid it's the man we're looking for. In addition, there are palace guards spying on it.

A low gasp sounded.

The ghost girl is cutting off the fate of the world and cutting off the cause and effect. She is right next door...let her take action to intercept the palace guard, and then...

Haha, the opportunity has come for us to dedicate ourselves to the Ghost Mother and become real ghosts.

You guys, would you like to follow me and share this great opportunity?