Chapter 322 The dying man whose coffin lid didn't open
After watching it for a while, I realized that Coffin Boy was not soaked because he was hot. He was afraid of the heat, so he poured buckets of water on himself just to cool down!
It suddenly occurred to me that no wonder the coffin boy has such skills and does not work as a blacksmith. It is because his body is cold and cannot be exposed to direct sunlight for a long time.
He was guarding a large furnace that was as big as a small sun and repairing our daggers. The heat and the dazzling light were both torture to him.
He had to endure more difficulties than ordinary people before he could complete it.
I was so moved on the spot that I almost burst into tears. Not only did I take over the task of helping him carry cold water from the well, but I even helped him with the cold water he drank.
"Thank you for your hard work, coffin boy. Today we treat you to dinner. After we finish the work, we will go to my house. Lang Hongyi is frying and frying!"
I came here just to invite someone, and today I want to thank Coffin Boy for his selfless help to us.
I was talking to myself and making a scene, while the coffin guy was holding a sledgehammer in his hand, and from time to time he would put the red-hot dagger in the sink to cool down.
There was a sting, and a plume of white smoke rose up. The temperature in the entire shed did not drop much due to the surrounding sky, but became a bit more stuffy.
"Wait a little longer, it's almost ready!"
Coffin Boy moved very quickly, and he was satisfied with a dagger already, which was placed aside in a shiny state. The double-sided blade looked even sharper, which made my blood boil.
"I invited the person back!"
Standing at the door of my house, I shouted into the yard. Zhang Wei and Uncle Wu had already arrived. Lang Hongyi, wearing a small flower apron, poked his head out of the kitchen and waved a spatula to us.
"There are two more dishes, which will be ready soon. You go in and take a seat first."
Such a peaceful scene makes me want to laugh. Why do I feel like a scumbag who just throws away his hands and only cares about food? Lang Hongyi turns into a poor housewife!
There must be a monkey fool at our little party. In order to prevent him from grabbing the food, we prepared a big bowl for him.
He will not miss out on every dish, plus a plate of big white steamed buns, which is his favorite. This can be regarded as a reward for being so smart now, and he will give Coffin Boy credit for his sentry at the edge of the village.
We don’t have any taboos when it comes to eating. We can eat both meat and vegetables. We can fly in the sky or on the ground. As long as it can fill our stomachs and satisfy our cravings, we can eat anything. The only one is that we cannot eat dog meat.
Black dog blood is often used in exorcisms and rituals. Don’t think we got a black dog and just wiped it on the neck with a knife!
Isn’t that a sin?
Besides, you don’t see black dogs every day. If you kill them like this, your claws will be numb if you use them again. We just cut the blood vessels, put a little bit in, and then bandage the black dogs and serve them with delicious food.
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Because effective black dogs are those that don’t have a stray hair on their body. We searched all over the village for such dogs and found only two, and they were both girls.
At the dining table, a large group of people were sitting around the room lively. Uncle Wu was enjoying the wine specially bought for him. Lang Hongyi took action. It must be a really good wine.
Monkey Fool held his plate and big bowl and insisted on squatting on the edge of the coffee table to eat. Pi Deng was also given a big bowl of meat and sat on a stool to support himself.
When he doesn't have enough to eat or covets other delicious food, he uses his greasy little paws to directly instruct Zhang Wei to pick up food for him. Who knows that Zhang Wei is his godbrother.
Coffin Boy doesn't eat red meat, which is also the rule of the coffin shop.
The coffin bearer cannot eat red meat, so he avoids beef. This is what Uncle Wu specifically told us.
It is said that a cow's eye can communicate with yin and yang, and a five-fingered pig may emerge from a pig. These are things that coffin makers should avoid. Fish, chicken, seafood, etc., but coffin boys can eat them.
But judging from how often he picks up vegetables, he still prefers cold dishes or stir-fried dishes that are no longer warm.
Everyone had a great meal, and we didn't have too many rules at the table. We talked, laughed, and played with each other. Even Uncle Wu didn't pretend to be an elder and played with us.
Pi Deng stole a glass of white wine from Uncle Wu, and after drinking it, he didn't care whether it was dirty or not. He fell drunk into his big oily bowl and fell asleep snoring.
Don't say that the monkey fool is as big-hearted as Pi Deng. After eating and drinking, he put the remaining two steamed buns into his dirty clothes, walked out of the house, and lay directly on a sunny firewood pile not far from the entrance of our courtyard.
Start taking a nap above.
Everyone packed up the remaining mats, tea, drinks, melon seeds, and peanuts and set up a complete set.
I originally thought it would be a casual chat show, but Coffin Boy unexpectedly took the initiative to speak, and what he said was not a trivial matter.
Someone went to the coffin boy to order a coffin...
The coffin shop sells coffins, which is an ordinary business transaction. It should be normal, but the coffin boy only used a short sentence to make Uncle Wu, a knowledgeable old makeup artist, hear the tip of the spear.
"Today the coffin lid didn't ring, but someone came to order a coffin. I was curious and asked a few more questions!"
"The lid of the coffin you were sleeping on didn't ring? Is this something wrong?"
It turns out that there is a coffin in the coffin shop that the coffin boy prepared for himself. It is usually used as a bed. After a hundred years, the coffin boy will be his hiding place.
As long as there is business coming to your door, someone is named in the Book of Life and Death of the Lord of Hell, or a ghost comes to seduce the soul, the lid of this coffin, which is used as a bed, will make a sound on its own.
Tried and tested, never failed to be accurate!
Over time, as long as the coffin boy hears the coffin lid making a sound, he will already start wandering around his pile of wood that day, preparing to select suitable wood and waiting for the victim to come to his door.
Zhang Wei asked stupidly, "What does it mean that someone comes to order a coffin even if the lid of the coffin doesn't open?"
Uncle Wu sighed and glared at Zhang Wei with disgust, "You have a pig brain. This means that your life should not be cut off. It is definitely not an easy death!"
When someone scolds someone for not having a good death, it actually means to die a violent death and not have a good ending.
But here...it's not a good death, it's an abnormal and reasonable death!
"Whose house is it? Let's go over and see what's going on."
In my dictionary, the coffin boy's so-called "asking a few more questions" means at most asking the other party if the victim is still angry. It's a luxury to expect him to waste more time talking about anything else.
But this time I was wrong, Coffin Boy spoke calmly.
"It's Guan Tao from our village. He was a good person who went out to play for a while, but got seriously ill when he came back. Now he has been treated by Western medicine and Chinese medicine. He just waited for his last breath and his family had to take care of things."
When I mentioned Guan Tao, I immediately thought of him.
He is seven or eight years older than me, and he belongs to the group of people where older children despise younger children and never take us to play, but he can be regarded as an acquaintance since we were young, and we are not strangers.
This man didn't go to school for a few days, but he had a business mind. The supermarket in the village was a small business he asked his parents who were unemployed at home to open. He also drove cars with others outside, and was one of the first small buildings built in his family.
After listening to our conversation, Lang Hongyi, who had just gone shopping, realized why he had gone to the supermarket for a long time to pick things up and didn't see the owner coming out to check out.
"At the supermarket in the village, I heard that there were quite a lot of people in the yard behind it. The store didn't have all the items, and there was no one to greet me when I was shopping. It really looked like something big had happened at home."