The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was as clear as blue.
A carriage slowly left Wanliu Town, and Wang Yuanwai stood at the entrance of the town, escorting him all the way here.
The three people on the carriage were Xu Ping and Jiu Shu's master and apprentice.
After rescuing Wang Shuang'er last night, Mr. Wang burst into tears and almost knelt down in front of several people.
When I left in the morning, I was indeed given a generous thank you gift.
Gu Nianhua held the wooden box with both hands and exclaimed: "Master, that member Wang is so generous."
Xu Ping leaned aside and took a half-squinted look, thinking to himself, this member Wang is indeed quite generous.
There were thirty small yellow croakers in the box, which was a thank-you gift given to them by Yuan Wang.
This gift is indeed a bit heavy.
But for Wang Yuanwai, it was just a matter of sprinkling water.
His family is in the medicinal materials business, which seems to have reached the provincial capital, but the timber business is only insignificant to his family.
But even this trivial matter has already solved Xu Ji's coffin shop's urgent need.
Uncle Jiu opened the wooden box and saw the golden light inside. He picked up ten small yellow croakers and said, "Xiao Xu, you can take the rest."
Huh? Xu Ping's eyes changed slightly, he looked at Uncle Jiu who looked serious, and said with a smile: "Uncle Jiu, there is only one person here, you are the master and the apprentice..."
Uncle Jiu understood what he meant and shook his head: "You contribute the most, so it's reasonable to take more."
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment.
Is this still the stingy Uncle Nine?
"Uncle Jiu, are you serious?"
"Um……"
Uncle Jiu nodded and didn't take it seriously.
He does love money, but he is not greedy.
He still has a sense of what should be taken and what can be taken.
If everything was really about money, he would have become extremely wealthy, and Renjiazhen would probably become Linjiazhen.
Thinking of the mysterious magic he saw last night, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but exclaimed: "I really didn't expect that Xiao Xu's master turned out to be an expert in witchcraft."
Rumor has it that in ancient times, witchcraft was before Taoism, and even surpassed Taoism, and was the most popular for a time.
Although it has fallen into decline at this time, there are still many branches spreading all over the country, and even spread overseas for a time.
Although they were from different traditions, Uncle Jiu didn't look down on him. Of course, he didn't have the qualifications.
It's whatever you say. If you think like this, I can't help it... Xu Ping nodded when he heard Uncle Jiu's words and said a perfunctory word: "Well..."
…
Xu Kee Coffin Shop.
Xu Ping jumped off the carriage, waved goodbye to Uncle Jiu, then turned around and walked towards the shop.
"Hey, Shopkeeper Xu, have you traveled far?"
Shopkeeper Sun from the nearby grocery store asked him with his hands in his sleeves.
He still remembered the strange behavior that night, and then found nothing in the morning. For a while, he thought that his eyes were blurred due to kidney deficiency and he was hallucinating.
However, the way he looked at Xu Ping still showed a bit of respect and a bit of fear.
Seeing that it was Shopkeeper Sun next door who was asking the question, Xu Ping held the wooden box in his left hand and the handsome seal in his arms. He greeted him with his free right hand and said, "Yeah, I went to Wanliu Town and talked a little bit.
Business."
The coffin shop also went out to discuss business. How big of a business, I haven't heard of any natural or man-made disasters... Shopkeeper Sun was stunned for a moment. After a while, he ignored it and said directly: "Hey, Shopkeeper Xu, you are going to make a fortune this time."
ah."
"Get rich?" Xu Ping glanced at his wooden box. Could it be that you have clairvoyance, "Shopkeeper Sun, what do you mean by this? How do you get rich?"
Shopkeeper Sun smiled mysteriously, took two steps forward, and said in a low voice: "I heard that the foreigners in the Western restaurant over there are planning to take over the four or five shops here, and our shop happens to be among them."
There are only a few main roads in Renjia Town.
The road in front of the shop is the widest in the town, and it is close to the entrance of the town. It has convenient transportation and a large flow of people. People doing business want to stay here.
As the pungent bad breath spread through his nose, Xu Ping held his breath and took a step back, "All things considered, are there so many people eating Western food?"
Could it be that foreign gadgets invaded so quickly?
Shopkeeper Sun was also confused and said: "I don't know what kind of deal they want to do, but I heard that the price is high, and everyone hasn't made up their mind yet. I just want to ask what do you mean?"
The coffin shop is passed down from ancestors... Xu Ping thought for a moment and smiled: "I can't go against my ancestors' decision. I won't sell it for any money..."
As he said this, he patted the wooden box and said with a smile on his face: "We are not short of money."
Shopkeeper Sun was completely opposite to his idea and said dissatisfiedly: "Actually, it's good to sell it. Isn't it popular to go to the provincial capital now? The housing prices in the provincial capital are getting higher day by day."
Although you are right, there is no need to sell the ancestral home... Xu Ping ignored him and walked towards his shop. Suddenly, he remembered something again.
Boss Zhao tore up the contract without warning. Could it be that he was cooperating with foreigners inside and outside to force himself to give up the shop?
Do you want to cooperate with foreigners and make money?
…
When Uncle Jiu and Gu Nianhua returned to Yizhuang, they were in a panic again.
At three o'clock in the morning, Wencai was still sleeping, so he picked him up with a stick.
Qiu Shengren disappeared.
The fruit cakes on the altar were all gone.
Anyway, he was either lazy or acting recklessly, which made Uncle Jiu so angry that his temples bulged and his blood pressure exploded.
After a while of filial piety, Uncle Jiu sat on the Grand Master's chair, with a helpless look on his face, pointing at the scholar and scolding him: "If you have half, no, one-tenth of others' Xiaoxu, I will burn high incense."
Wencai lowered his head and said timidly: "Master, okay, why are you asking the shopkeeper again?"
Uncle Jiu wanted to scold him again, but when he saw Gu Nianhua coming over with a well-behaved face, serving tea and water, his anger subsided, and he finally found someone who was trustworthy and obedient.
If it weren't for the fact that these two disciples were not bad in character, he would have wanted to clean up the family.
"Where is Qiu Sheng, where have you gone?"
Wencai answered honestly: "I don't know, I'm probably looking after the store for his aunt."
"Alas..." Uncle Jiu couldn't say anything else. Not everyone was alone like him.
Trim it for a while and hide the small yellow croaker.
He offered tribute again, took two disciples with him, burned incense and kowtowed.
Then I heard someone outside the door shouting again: "Lao Jiu, Lao Jiu, are you back?"
As soon as Uncle Jiu heard the voice, he knew who it was.
The only person in the town who calls him Lao Jiu is Lao Lin, who once worked as a corpse stitcher in Da Jing Dynasty.
He is one of the few old friends he has.
An old man of about sixty years old came in at the door. He was haggard, with a stooped back and a pale, wrinkled face. He shouted something and walked inside without being polite at all.
Uncle Jiu came out and smiled when he saw the old man: "Old Lin, didn't you go to the provincial capital? When did you come back?"
The old man known as Lao Lin waved his hands like chicken claws and complained: "Forget it, I almost lost my life by sewing up that broken body for the son of the Black Tiger Gang in the provincial capital."
Uncle Jiu was taken aback and asked quickly: "What's going on?"
To be able to be called an old friend or an equal by him, of course he has some tricks up his sleeve.
Only then did the corpse stitcher Lao Lin see Gu Nianhua behind him. Instead of answering his words, he looked shocked: "Old Jiu, who is this girl? She is very sinister."
Uncle Jiu came to his senses and introduced the two of them: "Xiaohua, this is the corpse stitcher Lao Lin, just call him Lao Lin..."