The courtyard still looks the same as last time, with basically no changes, except that last time it was daytime, this time it was already dark outside, and it was even colder and uncomfortable inside.
Coffin Boy's house doesn't use electric lights, but uses lanterns. I praised it in my heart, 'Son, you've created such a good atmosphere!'
"The coffin is six long boards, and the mortise and tenon joints are placed in the trough to bury the body. Who in the village cries loudly, and the coffin shop hears the coffin noise."
In such an environment, the calm voice of the coffin man suddenly came out. If I hadn't been mentally prepared, I would probably be scared to death.
I couldn't help but feel my scalp numb, and the coffin boy slowly sat up from a half-finished coffin.
"coming……"
Wow, this scene makes me feel chills running down my spine. I really want to interview Lang Hongyi about how he felt at this moment when he saw such excitement for the first time!
"Hey, um... let me ask about Mr. Kong's longevity..."
Based on Uncle Wu's trust in the coffin boy, I don't think this person would seriously deny Mr. Kong a birthday gift. After all, he probably relied on Uncle Wu's words to deliberately embarrass the annoying Chu Fufa.
The coffin boy did not get up from the coffin. His pale face looked even more ugly under the white paper lantern. He stretched out his thin fingers with only bones left and pointed in the direction, "Ready, you guys."
Go over and ask someone to carry it, and the coffin will be placed at the door."
"That money..."
It was my first time to do this, and I really didn’t know how to pay for it, and how to calculate the price of the coffin. I didn’t know, so I could only ask, but I didn’t dare to tell the whole story for fear of violating taboos.
"Seventeen thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven, just throw it over the wall."
I couldn't help but be stunned. It turns out that there is someone darker than me. Darling, this coffin looks good, but I didn't expect it to be so expensive!
I didn't dare to say anything and turned around to leave, but the coffin boy stopped me, or to be precise, he stopped Lang Hongyi who was behind me.
I could feel that he still didn't take off his black hood, "I finally saw someone who is no less generous than me. I like you two very much!"
"The people following Quan Yang White Tiger are really not ordinary people. I look at you and let me tell you that if you don't stop tonight, it's best not to leave there to avoid any trouble!"
After saying that, he only waved to us and slowly fell back into the coffin like a zombie. This made me wonder if this person was going to sleep there at night.
Seeing how weak he was, how could he get such a big coffin, weighing at least several hundred kilograms, outside the courtyard and put it at the door?
Well, the common problem of lazy people is that they can’t figure out the problem, so they just put it down and wait for the answer to come out by themselves!
Lang Hongyi and I left Coffin Boy's house directly and headed towards Mr. Kong's house.
This old gentleman was considered a highly respected person during his lifetime. His home was very close to the center of the village, which meant that we were returning from the edge of the village. On the way, Lang Hongyi finally couldn't help but speak.
"That one just now...is a human?"
I turned my head and glanced at him, raised one corner of my mouth strangely, and said in a malicious and slow tone, "Otherwise..."
Lang Hongyi obviously saw that I was joking at him, so he fell silent and stopped talking. I rubbed my ears in boredom, thinking about what Coffin Boy said, we will definitely be together later.
The person who presided over the funeral ceremony in the village has almost finished handling the funeral. Since there is no coffin, Mr. Kong's body is now placed on the door panel of the funeral shed, and the body is covered with cloth.
There were quite a few people who came to help. Almost every household in the village had a representative. This should be the intention of the village chief, and also because of Mr. Kong’s identity as a former teacher.
When they saw me coming, for the first time, the villagers did not look at me with disgust and disdain, but instead looked at me with gossip, suspicion, and uneasiness!
I know they are gossiping about the eldest young man behind me. They are wondering whether I, a half-year-old boy or a girl, can take on the job of a makeup artist. They are uneasy because they are afraid of my revenge. After all, most people here
They never gave me a good look.
The village chief and Chu Fufa came over together. They were eager to know the condition of the coffin, and they knew they couldn't offend me.
"Mr. Xiaoye, I don't know about Mr. Kong's longevity issue..."
The village chief's title for me was actually unified. It seems that Chu Fufa came back and publicized the treatment he received at my house. "Ask someone to carry the coffin to the coffin boy's house. It's already at the door!"
I said something with a cold face, pretending to be profound, and when I passed them and headed towards the funeral shed, I left another sentence, "Seventeen thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven, throw it against the wall."
Not interested in staying and watching their expressions of eating flies, Lang Hongyi and I walked into the mourning hall. Out of politeness and because the deceased was the most important person, we greeted Mr. Kong first, each of us burned a stick of incense and told the deceased to send him the last words.
Yicheng's makeup artist has arrived!
You can start cleaning up soon and prepare to embark on the road to hell.
The coffin was quickly brought over, and a few strong young men wearing gloves carried the body into the coffin. The rest was all my business!
I followed Uncle Wu's instructions, arranged and put on makeup step by step, kept talking, and paid attention to every item. It was incredible how everything went smoothly.
Mr. Kong's appearance was much better than that of Grandma Cai at that time. Everything was normal. It seemed that the old gentleman was not in pain when he left.
After everything was packed up, the men carried the coffin and covered it.
They planned to bury him tomorrow. After all, Mr. Kong had no descendants, so there was no reason to say that the funeral would be heavy or harmful to his heirs.
Tonight is the old man's last night in this world...
The coffin board is not tightly closed, and the shoulders and chest should be left open to facilitate viewing of the remains during the final ceremony tomorrow.
On the suspended board, Mr. Kong's ever-burning lantern was lit. In front of the vigil were a group of young men and Chu Fufa, the representative of the village. The village chief had already left after I finished.
"Mr. Xiaoye, you're done with your work, why don't you go back and have a rest?" Chu Fufa didn't know if he felt uncomfortable with his free time, so he came to talk to him when he had nothing to say.
Lang Hongyi and I found a random place, pulled two benches and sat on them. The large makeup box was placed on a large stone mill next to me.
"No hurry, let's stay with Mr. Kong."
When he saw me tilting my head, he knew that he was in trouble, so he decided to play poker with a group of young men over there to kill time.
However, he did not forget about the business and left two people to burn incense for Mr. Kong. They took turns to rest.
I was sitting in the mourning hall, and for some reason I felt something was wrong.
After several experiences, I didn't dare to be careless at all. I just looked around and expected to find something.