This coffin shop faces the street. The front half displays coffins, and the back half is a workshop where saws are pulled and wood planed. The noise is non-stop.

The coffins are special and can only be stocked and waited for customers to come to your door.

Most people feel bad and will not enter the store casually. Therefore, no one is watching the coffin shop, and no one will steal the coffin casually.

Gao Ren was born with a good-for-nothing body and his family was in decline. He was bullied since he was a child, but he also became a bit slippery in the world.

Generally speaking, people who are naughty have faster brain reactions.

Before, Gao Ren saw those people chasing after him. He could not beat them but could not escape. He could not escape from their clutches, so he pretended to stagger and slipped under the trousers of some dealers in the shaggy crowd.

, rolled into the coffin shop.

He turned over and hid in a coffin, and gently moved the lid of the coffin, leaving only a small gap for ventilation. He thought to himself: If I can't escape today's disaster by hiding in the coffin, then I can't.

He is indeed worthy of his death.

After thinking about this, he felt relaxed and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

As for those dealers, when they saw Zhu Ping and others running around with swords and sticks, they were so frightened that they dodge. How could anyone take the initiative to tell Gao Ren about hiding in the coffin shop?

Before we knew it, the sky fell and all the vendors and villagers in the market left.

The polder calms down.

Gao Ren opened his eyes and gently moved the coffin lid, only to see that the store was dark and he couldn't see his fingers.

He carefully climbed out of the coffin, took out the fire stick from his arms, lit the fire, and found that the shop doors were closed.

The shopkeepers and clerks in the coffin shop have finished their work.

It was not popular, and there were coffins everywhere in the store. Although there were no dead people, it still looked eerie and cold.

The night breeze blew in through the crack in the door, chilling to the bone.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm starved to death-------Oh, my mother must be starving too. Back then, my father was shrouded in leather, and my mother's eyes were blinded by crying, and she had difficulty moving. I have to find some food for her.

Food." As soon as Gao Ren stepped out of the coffin, his stomach growled with hunger. He thought that his mother was also hungry, so he held the fire folding bag and looked for food everywhere in the store.

He grew up in the deep mountains and forests, and had to take care of his blind mother. Life was difficult and extremely difficult, so he was not afraid of the dark or ghosts at all.

Although Gao Ren was alone and walking in the coffin shop, which was also eerie and scary, his eyes were bright and he was only looking for something to eat.

However, after searching every corner of the store, Gao Ren could not find any food.

This is a coffin shop!

Neither the shopkeeper nor the waiters have food or lodging in the store, so where is the food to be found?

Gao Ren was hungry and hungry. On an empty stomach, he felt unusually cold.

"Oh, I have to go, mother hasn't eaten yet! I didn't succeed in trying to get money by telling stories today, so I can only go back to the mountains to dig wild vegetables to satisfy my hunger. Hey, let's see what's valuable?" Gao Ren sighed, holding the fire folding book, and

I want to leave the coffin shop, but considering that the thatched cottage in Niutoushan is a bare house, I have to bring something valuable back so that I can change it for another day.

So, he walked to the shopkeeper's room and opened the cabinet, but he still didn't find anything valuable.

"Hey, Marrow Cleansing Sutra? What kind of storytelling is this? Well, I have to take it back and read it when I go home. In the future, when I go out on the streets to tell stories, I won't keep repeating the story about my father's death in battle. Although Yao Shiqing always scolded me.

Bad things, but what he said makes sense. I have to tell other aspects of the story.

, earn more money so that my mother can live a better life." He rummaged through the bookcases and saw mostly accounting books and some miscellaneous books, except for the three words "Marrow Cleansing Sutra"

It particularly attracted his attention, so he took down the book and used a fire stick to light the candle oil lamp on the desk.

Gao Ren put the lid on the fire folding book and put it into his pocket. He patted the dust on the damaged and yellowed book, held the book in front of the candle oil lamp, and read through it.

He hopes to read good stories from the book so that he can have new things to do when telling stories on the streets in the future.

Judging from the situation of storytellers in recent days, the people at Yangheji were indeed tired of hearing him talk about his father's courage to pick up the Iron China Car.

Alas, people’s hearts are not as old as they used to be, and the world is getting worse!
Chapter completed!