He didn’t say which color he would choose right away.
Instead, he turned back to look at Jin An and the old Taoist priest who were still eating and drinking as usual: "Boss, can we come to the store to burn incense, paper money, and ingots?"
Jin An was startled, this request was a bit interesting.
"Do you want to say that there is a one-stop service for the burial, wake, funeral, coffin carrying, funeral, and funeral? Of course." Jin An became interested in this special request.
After receiving a positive reply, the butcher looked up again at the coffins above his head. His face, numb from pain, ignored Jin An, which seemed very rude.
The two people sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table continued to eat and drink by themselves, while the undertaker looked at the coffin.
The pig butcher just stared at it for a long time, and finally made a decision: "Boss, I've made my choice. Order a yellow coffin for me."
The two people, who had been eating and drinking as usual, heard that the other party only wanted a yellow coffin, chopsticks and wine glasses in their hands. They both looked at the butcher in surprise...
Then the pig butcher came to the shelves again. There were a dazzling array of products on those shelves, such as ten thousand taels of Ming coins, one hundred thousand taels of Ming coins, one million taels of Ming coins, five million taels of Ming coins... The treasure of the store is
One hundred million taels of ghost coins.
In addition to the ghost coins, there are about a hundred pieces of paper on the shelf for one kilogram of copper coins, about three hundred pieces of paper for three kilograms of copper coins, and about five hundred pieces of paper for five kilograms of copper coins...
Small ingot paper, medium ingot paper, large ingot paper, gold foil ingot paper...
Small gold bar paper, medium gold bar paper, large gold bar paper, gold foil gold bar paper...
Gold foil is easy to understand. It is an object with gold foil paper on the surface. This is real gold, and ordinary families and well-off families can't afford it.
In addition to these paper money, even the scented candles on the shelves are divided into three, six or nine grades, such as large, medium and small sizes, including smoke, thick smoke, light smoke, sandalwood type, honeysuckle type, osmanthus type, etc., in addition to
In addition, candles are also divided into characters, no characters, gold foil characters, lotus lanterns, lotus lanterns, seven-star lanterns, etc...
Do you think the grades of incense candles are that simple?
That would be a big mistake.
The doorway to these incense candles is much more complicated than the doorway to paper money. In addition to the above mentioned, you also need to see whether these incense candles come from a century-old workshop or a large temple. It is said that it is not only the quality of the materials, but also whether they are from that workshop.
Worshiping Yinshen, Buddha and Bodhisattva is related. According to the vernacular, it is a one-to-one special service fee.
Isn't there a saying among the people?
People compete for a breath and Buddha competes for a stick of incense.
Don't ask Jin An how he knew this. When he was at Uncle Lin's coffin shop, he had curiously asked about this, and Uncle Lin gave him a thorough explanation.
However, the incense and candles in this coffin shop are all ordinary market workshops. There are no purchase channels from temples or century-old workshops. There are only some incense and candles from local ordinary small workshops such as Jinyuanzhai, Xiaoshi Pavilion and Qicai Baoguangxuan.
There are also lanterns, Kongming lanterns, incense burners, lamp holders, shrines, insect repellent sachets, consecration yellow talismans, simple Feng Shui ornaments, paper maids, paper villas, paper sweat BMWs, paper eight-carriage sedans, etc.
, although not all are available, at least one or two items that can be seen on the market will be displayed. If the sales are good, buy more and display them in a conspicuous position. If the sales are not good, they will be placed in the corner all year round to collect dust.
Fortunately, every product has a wooden sign indicating its price, so there is no need for Jin An, a layman who opened a coffin shop halfway, to remember it.
This not only makes it convenient for Jin'an, but also makes it convenient for customers to buy directly. Compared with the long pause of picking up coffins, the butcher picks these paper money and incense candles very quickly: "Boss, I have chosen, fifteen kilograms of copper money paper.
Three thousand pieces of gold-leaf ingot paper, and a bundle of five million taels of Tiandi Yinzhuang silver notes."
Jin An: "You are a generous person. Even middle-income families are not willing to spend so much. This amount of paper money is enough for several people, and it is enough for them to bribe all kinds of difficult people on the road to hell."
"Why don't you pay half of the money and choose a coffin with a better opening? The living have a balcony, and the dead have a shadow. No matter the living or the dead, they all want to live comfortably and have a better place to shelter from the wind and rain.
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The pig butcher replied with a numb expression: "No money."
Well.
This is really a simple and honest answer.
Jin An: "Can I ask out of curiosity, how many people did you burn so much paper money for?"
The pig butcher did not answer directly this time, but kept talking to himself: "Boss, please send these paper money to a house named Tieshuan in the sixth house of Jiutan Street, Shengpingfang, in the south of the city, and burn them to Miss Song and Miss Song respectively.
The lady’s personal maid.”
"The yellow coffin was sent to the mass grave in the southern suburbs of the city. In a rainwater puddle, we found a man wrapped in a straw mat. Just bury him in the mass grave. Thank you boss."
Jin An was startled for a moment: "Don't you need to give money for burning incense and candles to the people in mass graves?"
The pig butcher shook his head: "No, he doesn't deserve it. He has been used to being alone since he was a child, so he doesn't need to use these."
The butcher continued: "Under the fifteenth brick from right to left under the bed of Tieshuan's house, he hid all his savings. After buying the incense, paper and coffin, he still had some money left. He also gave it to the boss. He is considered the boss.
hard work."
The pig butcher seemed to have finally said everything and no longer had any concerns about this world. No matter how curious Jin An and the old Taoist priest were, he would not say another word. Jin An could tell that the other party did not want to say more.
One word, so I wrote down a receipt, listing the other party's specific requirements and payment methods one by one, and finally handed the pen to the other party and asked him to sign.
The butcher was illiterate, so Jin An asked him to draw a circle instead, so the contract was concluded.
Ding, ding, ding, the sound of chains dragging heavily on the ground, the two watched the butcher leave.
There were pools of water in the coffin shop where the slain pigmaker had just stood...
"Little brother, I see in this benefactor that there is no greater sorrow than death." The old Taoist priest, who is most prone to sentimentality, said with some sympathy.
Jin An nodded thoughtfully.
After this incident, the two of them had no intention of eating or drinking anymore. After finishing the leftover food and wine, they started to prepare paper money for incense candles. They had to get up early to deliver the goods tomorrow.
In front of the shelf, Jin An looked at the treasure of the store, the 100 million tael silver coin. He couldn't help but muttered: "Any coffin shop has a 100 million tael silver coin. I wonder if there are any in the underworld."
Regarding inflation, does Tiandi Bank have any policy on raising interest rates?"
The old Taoist priest who was walking over with several packages of copper coins happened to hear Jin An's muttering and asked out of curiosity: "Little brother, what is inflation? Why does inflation require interest rate increases?"
Well.
Jin An casually made a few nonsense remarks to the old Taoist priest, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Old Taoist, you said that there are hundreds of incense and candle shops, Fushou shops, Ming shops and so on in the capital of Jiangzhou. If everyone writes 10,000
Hundreds of millions of taels of silver notes, hundreds of millions of taels of silver notes, wouldn't the money in the underworld have long been overflowing?"
The old Taoist priest rarely became serious and serious: "These banknotes burned to the underworld cannot be written by just anyone. They must be stamped with the seal of the Lord of Hell to be valid. They consume a person's moral virtue and fortune."
"The second-rate hard currency in the underworld is gold foil gold bars and gold foil gold ingots. Little brother, don't look at me like that. No one will steal tributes or burn sacrifices to the dead. Such immoral things are both
Losing one's lifespan and damaging one's yin virtues is to use one's yang lifespan and yin virtues and blessings to provide for the dead. At the very least, one will be impoverished for the rest of his life, and at the most serious, he will suffer a bloody disaster."
"The third-rate coins in the underworld are those copper money paper, ordinary ingot paper, and gold bar paper. This is why there are always cases where descendants just burn money to their ancestors, and the ancestors tell them in dreams that they don't have enough money.
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"But the most valuable ones are the underworld coins that are written on the name of Tiandi Yinzhuang, stamped with the seal of the Lord of Hell, and recognized by the underworld."
"As for how to obtain Yin virtue, it is naturally to do more good deeds to accumulate virtue for yourself and others. In the hands of the Yin Shen judge, there is a book of life and death, which is used to record a person's longevity, blessings, and life deeds.
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After listening to the old Taoist priest's detailed explanation, Jin An frowned: "I remember that when you were practicing in the Tian family, old Taoist priest, you took out the seal of the Lord of Hell and wrote on the Ming coins on the spot?"
Jin An rubbed his chin and couldn't help but wonder how many underworld coins he could print with his current net worth of over 100,000 Yin De?
Jin An knew better than the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest looked at Jin An angrily: "Little brother, what do you want to do?"
"Every Prince of Hell's seal has a name and a surname. Even if others take it, they can't use it."
All right.
Jin An knew that there wouldn't be such big flaws in this world, otherwise all he needed was a seal from the Lord of Hell to support a group of good people in three generations, good people in four generations, etc., and they would easily fall into evil ways.