The sun and moon rotate, and yin and yang alternate.
The next day, the sun rises.
Luoxia Mountain is full of green fields, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant.
The mountain temple is particularly lively today.
Ah Wei led a group of people from the police station to collect the numerous bones under the shrine and placed them on the ground. A rough estimate showed that there were more than twenty people.
At this moment, it is impossible to identify who these bones belong to.
It was even more unclear whether it was Huang Pizi who killed him, which would inevitably cause greater panic. Awei simply blamed Huang Pizi.
Threatened that monsters were causing trouble and the case was closed.
Uncle Jiu looked at the numerous bones on the ground, recited the Tao Te Ching silently, and silently prayed for the bones all over the ground.
Xu Ping stood beside him, looking at the bones on the ground, but he had another thought...
There don’t seem to be enough coffins in the shop!
…
When Xu Ping returned to the coffin shop, Uncle Jiu did not return to Yizhuang and followed him directly.
Uncle Jiu came here to discuss business, of course.
With so many bones, there must be coffins to collect the bodies and bury them again.
You can't just find a place to bury it.
The police station contracted this job to Yizhuang, and Uncle Jiu approached Xu Ping.
After bringing a cup of tea over, Xu Ping calmly blocked the backyard door curtain and said with a smile: "Uncle Jiu, try it."
Uncle Jiu looked down and thought, what else is there to taste? Isn't it the Longjing I gave you?
He had something important to attend to, so he didn't bother to take a closer look. He looked around and found that there were only a dozen coffins left in the store, so he said: "Shopkeeper Xu, are all the coffins in your store here?"
"Yeah." Xu Ping responded.
Last night, Xu Peipei gave his paper-making brothers a rare break, mainly because the wood had been completely used up, and Xu Ping was planning to buy another batch today.
However, it won’t be available immediately, at least it will need to be tomorrow.
Uncle Jiu pondered slightly when he heard the words, and said: "I still have some old coffins in the yizhuang, I think they should be enough."
After saying that, he entered the topic: "Shopkeeper Xu, at this price, I wonder if..."
"Our shop is run on a small budget. Every coffin is handmade by me. It takes a lot of hard work. Originally, there was no bargaining, but..." Xu Ping knew that Uncle Jiu was stingy, so he thought about the copper coin sword on his waist, which was given by the other party, and changed the subject.
: "But for Uncle Jiu's sake, how about deducting three oceans for each coffin?"
Uncle Jiu frowned. Seeing this, Xu Ping blocked his mouth: "It really can't be any less."
In this way, Uncle Jiu could no longer negotiate the price. Just as he was about to agree, he heard someone outside shouting: "Shopkeeper Xu, is shopkeeper Xu here?"
A middle-aged man walked in from the door, with a medium build, a goatee, and a dark brass coat. He was followed by about a dozen waiters, who looked quite impressive.
Xu Ping took a look and thought to himself, isn't this a coincidence?
The middle-aged man who came was none other than Zhao Youcai, a wealthy timber businessman in the town.
At the same time, he is also the supplier of all logs in the coffin shop.
"Hey, Uncle Ninth is here too, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, hehe..." The middle-aged man who walked in had a cunning look on his face, which made the two people in the store confused.
Uncle Jiu felt strange and confused, and asked calmly: "Boss Zhao, what do you mean by this?"
"Haha..." The wealthy businessman known as Boss Zhao waved his hand and said, "Uncle Jiu, please stop pretending. But Uncle Jiu, you have two apprentices. Which one are you showing kindness to this time?"
Kindness?
Uncle Jiu was confused by the question and said bluntly: "Boss Zhao, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."
Boss Zhao frowned slightly, looked at Xu Ping who was also confused, and asked curiously: "Don't you two know that Miss Ren of the Ren family announced last night that she plans to publicly recruit a husband, and the first condition is
Have a kind heart."
Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu looked at each other and asked at the same time: "What next?"
Boss Zhao pondered for a moment and realized that the two of them were not pretending. They were indeed unaware, so he revealed the reason.
It turns out that Ren Tingting also knew that she was not a business person. In order to support the Ren family's huge family business, she planned to recruit a son-in-law. The first condition was to have a kind heart.
And it happened that what happened in Luoxia Mountain spread throughout the streets and alleys early in the morning.
When Ren Tingting heard this, she was extremely shocked. Thinking of her family's misfortune, she couldn't help crying and threatened that the Ren family would be responsible for the funeral expenses.
And hearing this news, isn't it a good opportunity to show kindness? Whoever can pay for the burial of these ownerless souls will definitely make Ren Tingting look at him differently.
Therefore, Boss Zhao ran over early in the morning and mistakenly thought that Uncle Jiu had the same purpose as him.
After understanding it, Xu Ping was still deep in thought, while Uncle Jiu looked shocked: "Boss Zhao, you are already a father, do you still want to be a son-in-law in the Ren family?"
A son-in-law is of course impossible... Boss Zhao has a son, but he is already married and does not have the conditions.
But where the Ren family's business was, it was too tempting. His idea was very simple. He would place his own people, falsely claiming to be distant nephews, into the Ren family, pave the way for his own business, and then gradually empty out the Ren family.
.
It's just that it's impossible to tell others such thoughts.
Boss Zhao smiled and said nothing, but turned to Xu Ping and asked: "Shopkeeper Xu, how many coffins are there in your shop at this time? I, Zhao, have packed them. By the way, there are also matching funeral supplies. I want them all."
As soon as he said these words, there was silence in the coffin shop.
Xu Ping was extremely surprised. He just wanted to run a Buddhist business, but the result was not good. When he met this kind man in front of him, he almost had his shop taken away.
Uncle Jiu was also slightly stunned.
He suddenly thought of his unlucky apprentice Wencai, and I was afraid that he wouldn't even have time to cry after learning about this incident.
Seeing that both of them were silent, Boss Zhao suddenly changed his expression and asked tentatively: "You two, you don't want to compete with me, do you?"
Uncle Jiu remained silent.
Xu Ping shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm not interested in having a son-in-law or anything like that, but..."
"But what?" Boss Zhao asked.
Xu Ping pointed to the street outside the door and saw a swarm of people coming to buy coffins, smiling from ear to ear: "...you have to pay more."
In the end, Boss Zhao came out on top with a price of sixty yuan per coffin, and ordered the guys behind him to move Xu Ping's coffin shop almost completely empty.
At the same time, he also promised.
From now on, Xu Ping will get a 20% discount when buying wood from him.
And Uncle Jiu did not get nothing, he also gained a lot. Several rotten coffins in the Yi Zhuang were also sold to Boss Zhao for thirty oceans per coffin.
Such a turn of events was unexpected by the two of them. Originally, the money should have come from the police station.
but now……
Xu Ping and Jiu Shu kept silent and secretly enjoyed themselves.
The guys knocked all the way, and together with Uncle Jiu, sent the coffin to Yizhuang. There was a lot of noise along the way, for fear that Ren Tingting, who had lived in seclusion after her father's death, didn't know about it, which was quite funny.
The coffin shop, which was quite busy just now, suddenly became empty.
Xu Ping didn't care much about who Ren Tingting would marry. He was happily counting money at the moment and sighed happily: "I'm afraid no one would have thought that the biggest beneficiary of a farce of recruiting a son-in-law would be
I’m a coffin guy.”
After closing the door, Xu Ping walked towards the backyard.
He first came to the utility room and saw that in the utility room, paper figures were arranged in an orderly manner, doing nothing.
Xu Ping saw in his eyes that this was not going to work, so he immediately ordered the paper figures to go out and clean up the sawdust and some discarded scraps in the courtyard, and boil some bath water.
And he himself walked into the room and put the nearly one thousand yuan he earned this time into the black earthen jar under the bed.
Sitting by the bed, Xu Ping suddenly remembered something and ordered two paper figures to guard the door, then took out two things from his sleeves.
The Yin Yang illustrated book rewards: three sticks of incense.