For five thousand years in China, famous people are like stars. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, people have been divided into three classes: nobles at the top, common people in the middle, and poor people at the bottom. The industry has been divided into eight classes, one official, two officials.

Three monks, four Taoists, five doctors, six craftsmen, seven craftsmen, and eight prostitutes.

According to the perspective of the Eastern Han Dynasty, I don't know where to place myself, because I am just a small person, and the work I do is also very humble in the eyes of others.

Coffin bearer, three simple words, expresses the bitterness and desolation of many fellow travelers, and I am one of the few coffin bearers in the country.

The title of coffin bearer is a title given to us by laymen. In our circle, we like to call ourselves the Eight Immortals and the Eight Great Vajras, and call the coffin the Dragon Coffin and the Dragon Coffin. Only in this way can we feel that the industry we are doing is 'sacred'

And indispensable.

The so-called coffin bearer is the person who carries the coffin. There is no profound knowledge in it, as long as he has strength. The focus is on the word coffin carrying. This coffin carrying is a technical job. Without skills, a coffin can survive

If you crush someone to death, even if you can't crush them to death, they will be disabled for life. Maybe the deceased will find something to do with you, and you may even be killed.

I am from Hunan. I was born in a poor village on March 19, 1987. My parents are not well-educated, so my name is not very nice. It might make a joke if I say it. I gave myself a stage name, Chen Jiu, which means

In order to make aged wine, my colleagues often ask me why it is not called Chenba, or aged old bastard.

Usually, those who give face will call them Jiu Ge, those who don't give face will call them coffin bearers, and those who are well-educated will call them Chen Baxian.

I started carrying coffins when I was 18 years old. I am 28 years old this year. In the past ten years, I have been to Guangdong, Yunnan, Guizhou, Henan, Sichuan and other places. I have carried more than 300 coffins, including Yin coffins.

Yang coffins, hanging coffins, secondary coffins, etc. Once I even carried a blunt coffin that was rare in a hundred years. That time it almost killed me.

The story begins when I entered the profession of Eight Immortals. At that time, I was eighteen years old, and my mother was seriously ill. I spent the three thousand yuan that my family had left. I really couldn’t afford to pay for my education, so I had to

He gave up his studies and returned to the countryside to find a job.

Like all young people today, I always dream of starting a company one day, going public again, catching up with Jack Ma, and competing with Carlos.

In desperation, the old man raised the price of carrying the coffin to 500 per person. It is said that a brave man will be born if he pays a lot of money. Facts have once again proved that the old saying left by our ancestors is very reasonable. At this time, the brave man appeared and took me into the industry.

Lao Wang.

The cause of their death is a bit dumbfounding. Some people say that the woman saw the man having mistresses, poisoned the man to death by putting rat poison in the food, and then committed suicide herself.

With me, a young and strong force joining in, Lao Wang naturally did not refuse. Instead of dismissing the more than thirty eggs that his father sent him, he sent dozens of eggs to his father, saying that he wanted to thank his father for his love for the Eight Immortals.

Support for this profession.

The old man roughly told the elders of our village some reasons and was preparing to bury the couple in our village.

According to the rules in the countryside, people who have moved out of their household registration are not allowed to be buried on the land in the village. The villagers considered that it was more pitiful for the old man to have white hair and to give him black hair, so they agreed to bury the couple in our village. They were just afraid of damaging the feng shui of the village.

It is strictly forbidden for the elderly to ask Taoist priests to pray for the deceased.

My father took the thirty or so eggs left at home and took me to find a man named Lao Wang next door and asked him to introduce me to the industry.

Generally, when doing white things in rural areas, people from the same village are invited to carry the coffin. As the economy becomes more and more developed, more and more people go out to work. The remaining people in the village are orphans, old and young, and there are only a few working men left.

The profession of 'Eight Immortals' was created.

The cruel reality tells me that trying to open a company in this barren village is just like setting off firecrackers on a plane, a fantasy.

After the couple died, they left behind an old man in his seventies and a three-year-old boy. In order for the couple to return to their roots, the old man brought their bodies back.

Regarding the situation of Lao Wang's family, I heard my father say that one child is in high school and the other is in college. All the tuition fees were earned by Lao Wang as the Eight Immortals. When such a good thing happens, he will naturally not let it go.

The old man built a temporary mourning hall at the entrance of the village. Because he came back in a hurry, the old man did not buy a coffin for the couple. Instead, he found a thin-skinned coffin in our village, put the couple's bodies into the coffin, and asked someone to come back in our village.

A grave was dug in a cemetery in the distance. (Our village only gave him a piece of land to bury the dead.)

Immediately afterwards, the old man entrusted the village chief to help find someone to carry the coffin. He was not stingy about the salary, which was twice as high as usual, and he paid 200 yuan. Our village is 180 miles away, and all the Eight Immortals combined are only 200 yuan.

When the group of about ten people heard that they had to carry the coffin of someone who died unjustly, they all said that it was difficult to carry the coffin and were unwilling to go.

Speaking of this Lao Wang, he is actually somewhat related to my family. He is the son-in-law of my grandmother's sister. He is about fifty years old, with a Chinese character face and a beard. His left eye was blinded by a rock blast some years ago.

Known as the one-eyed dragon.

In ancient times, this pair of coffins was a treat enjoyed by wealthy people. It tells the story of two coffins for a deceased person, one big and one small. The deceased was put into the small coffin, and then the small coffin was put into the big coffin, which is also called

They are called coffins, the small ones are called coffins, and the big ones are called coffins.

Some people also say that the man saw the woman looking for a gigolo, put rat poison in the food and poisoned the woman to death, and then the woman's gigolo found out about it and killed him again. I'm not interested in the specific details of how he died, after all, what the rich think

It's not something that a mere mortal like me can think of.

Some things seemed to have been predestined. On the second day after Lao Wang and I, something happened in our village, which was carrying double coffins.

My father saw that I would not be able to make ends meet if I stayed at home, so he looked for someone to take me south to Guangzhou to make a living. Who would be willing to take a young boy to work if he was not a relative, so I stayed at home idle for three months.

However, the double coffins in our village are two couples who have just turned 30 years old and sleep in one coffin, which is essentially different from the double coffins in ancient times.

This couple is the richest man in our village. They moved their registered residence a few years ago. I heard that they opened a company in the city. No one knows exactly what kind of company they opened. I just know that this couple is very rich and has a house in the city.

Have a car.

As the days went by, the family's finances became more and more constrained, and we were about to run out of money to buy medicine for my mother. Finally, my father asked me cruelly, if I would like to carry the coffin. People are so poor that they go crazy.

Concepts didn't matter anymore, let alone carrying the coffin, so I agreed without thinking.

At about ten o'clock that night, Lao Wang knocked on my door and said, "Jiuyaozi, there are still a few of the Eight Immortals. Are you going?"

After hearing this, my father quickly invited Lao Wang in, poured him a glass of sugar water, and said, "Olao Wang, I heard that the couple died unjustly, and Jiu Yazi is a new couple, will anything happen?" thing?"

Lao Wang took a sip of boiled sugar water, patted his chest and said, "I've never carried a coffin before, so why are you afraid of this? Don't worry, leave Jiu Yazi to me and bring him back intact tomorrow."

After hearing what Lao Wang said, my father agreed to let me follow him to carry the couple's coffins. However, on the way out, my father took me and burned a lot of paper money at the ancestor's memorial tablet, and gave me many instructions. , just let me leave.
Chapter completed!