Chapter 687 Raise a coffin to make a fortune, buy a coffin
Looking at the panicked craftsmen and seeing more and more residents surrounding him, Jin An knew that work would definitely not start today.
So he discussed it with the old Taoist priest and gave everyone two days off, and would start work again the day after tomorrow...
"I can understand everyone's concerns. In this way, the villagers will give us two days to investigate the truth. Regardless of whether the investigation has any results, we will give the villagers a satisfactory explanation."
"And the wages will still be paid during the two days of vacation. Lao Dao, you go to Juyunlou to buy some rice wine and roast chicken, and distribute a jar of rice wine and a roast chicken to everyone. We can't let everyone work in vain today.
go back."
Jin An's last words were addressed to the old Taoist priest.
The masons and carpenters present saw Jin An being so polite and respectful to the workers. This was the first time they had met their courtesy and corporal customers. These days, the social status of craftsmen was only one step higher than that of merchants, and ranked below farmers, while Taoist priests
The social status of a monk is much higher than that of several classes, so it is said that in the era of strict class status, it is as rare to meet a customer like Jin'an as the smoke from the ancestor's grave. The customer does not find various reasons to withhold wages.
It is rare to have a conscience to pay wages on time. What's more, it is the first time for people to work part-time for 10 or 20 years to get paid vacations for free.
Because of this, these master craftsmen were flattered and stood there at a loss for a while. Although they had only been working for two days, they already respected Jin An and the old Taoist priest from the bottom of their hearts, and regarded them as good people.
This is called "You respect others one foot, and others respect you one foot."
After appeasing the mood of the master craftsmen and watching everyone leave Yong'anfang with wine jars and roasted chickens, the old Taoist priest turned to look at Jin An: "Little brother, what are you going to do about the coffin shop?"
Jin An raised his head and glanced at the dark plaque painted black on the door frame of the coffin shop, with a stern look on his face: "I'm coming to the coffin shop tonight to keep vigil. I want to see if it's humans or ghosts who are causing trouble."
The old Taoist priest also clamored to keep vigil.
Next, the two of them didn't go anywhere. They searched the coffin shop inside and out, but couldn't find any clues. As night fell, every house closed its doors, and Jiangzhou Mansion, which had been bustling for a day, gradually fell into silence.
Except for the places with hooked balustrades and tiles, painted boats and willow lanes, red lanterns are as bright as day at night.
"Attsu!"
"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"
"It's the fourth watch of the ugly season, it's freezing cold!"
"clang"
Two watchmen, one holding a lantern and a clapper, the other holding a gong, beat the clock in rhythms of one fast and three slow. They passed Yongle Square with their voices hoisted. Accompanied by a few barks of dogs and the cries of babies from wild cats, the watchmen's voices gradually faded.
Walking further and further away.
After about a cup of tea, the sound of barking dogs sounded again in the calm night, and the footsteps of a group of night watchmen entered Yongle Square, and also disappeared quickly.
Yongle Square has been peaceful since then, everything is quiet, and the barking dogs and wild cats have also disappeared.
pitter patter
At night, the spring rain started falling again, and the slanting wind blew the drizzle gently on the window paper and door frame. It was like the sound of a body lying outside the window, peering into the room to see if anyone was asleep.
"Little brother, is it raining outside again?" In the coffin shop, the old Taoist priest, whose head was getting sleepy and his eyelids were fighting, raised his head drowsily when he heard the sound of drizzle hitting the door.
"Yeah." Jin An nodded.
He sat by the candlelight, holding the "Secret Tradition of the Five Internal Organs" in his hand, and continued to study every sentence in it, gaining new insights every time he read it again.
"Sure enough, it's raining. No wonder I feel a little pain in my knees." The old Taoist yawned, stretched out his hand to rub his old cold legs, and took a look at the old plaques on the coffin pavilion placed in the house. Everything
calm.
"It's already the fourth watch, and this plaque hasn't flown away on its own. Could it be that someone really played a prank and secretly hung it up at night?" The old Taoist priest said so sleepily that his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and his mind was muddy, thinking wildly.
Thanks to both of them being talented and bold masters, the front hall on this floor is filled with incense, candles, paper figures, shrines, wordless spiritual tablets and other objects for the underworld.
In the attic, half of the body of several coffins is hanging in the air. There are black coffins, white coffins, red coffins, and yellow coffins. They are clearly divided into three or sixty-nine equal parts before life and three or sixty-nine equal parts after death.
I don’t know what the previous owner of this coffin shop thought. The space on this floor is so large that there is no good place to put the coffin. It has to be suspended above the head. Isn’t it true that the dead will crush the living?
The old Taoist priest murmured vaguely, "Lift the coffin to make a fortune", and then continued to doze off.
As a result, the old Taoist priest just muttered "raise the coffin to make a fortune" and knock!
knock!
knock!
In the quiet and dark night, there was a sound of fingers knocking on the door. The sound was very sudden, as if it was ringing in his ears. The old Taoist priest was so startled that he sat up straight, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared.
knock!
knock!
The knock on the door rang again, and this time both of them confirmed that the knock came from outside the coffin shop.
It's curfew time now, and no one should go out at this time, except for funerals, childbirth, illness...
"who?"
But after waiting for a while, not only was there no answer at the door, but they kept knocking on the door.
Then, footsteps sounded in the coffin shop. Jin An opened the door and saw an old woman with a stooped body and dry cheeks standing outside the door. She was dressed in ordinary clothes and had gray hair. She was about sixty years old and looked like she was
It was very bad, I kept coughing.
"I heard someone said there are coffins for sale here. Boss, I would like to order a coffin." The old woman came alone and looked very thin standing in the cold rain.
Jin An stepped aside, invited people into the store, then pointed to the half-exposure of the coffin hanging above his head, and asked: "What kind of coffin do you want to order? I have a black coffin for people who have not yet reached the end of their lifespan.
There are red coffins for funerals and funerals, white coffins for weddings, and yellow coffins made of pine, which are the most affordable and cost-effective."
"I want to be black..."
The old woman kept coughing, her body was stooped and thin, and her hair was gray. She hesitated and then changed her mind and said: "Let's order a red coffin. I hope that the funeral will drive away the bad luck and bring good fortune to my son and daughter-in-law."
"Okay." Jin An asked the old Taoist priest to write down the address and agreed with the old woman to deliver the goods to her door tomorrow.
Old woman: "Boss, do you sell dog-beating sticks here? When I deliver the coffin tomorrow, I will take a dog-beating stick with me in the coffin. I heard that there are many hungry green-eyed wild dogs outside the city who like to dig up graves and dig up corpses."
Jin An nodded: "Okay, when the new store opens and you are the first customer, I can give you a dog beating stick for free."
The old woman thanked her quickly, left the money and left.