Chapter 238 Empty Coffin (4)

Hearing this, the young man glanced at us, and then at the middle-aged man next to the girl. As if he knew something, he stood up suddenly, raised his hand and punched the middle-aged man in the face, and cursed: "The grass-mile horse, how dare you touch my sister."

"Brother, why are you still so irritable? He...he...he didn't do anything to me." The girl whispered and sat inside.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but look at the young man more. This man looked so big and magnificent, but unexpectedly, he cared for his sister very well and was a qualified brother.

I don’t know what happened. The middle-aged man who was beaten didn’t fight back, but stared at me with resentment. Looking at this, it was so bad that I was blamed for the coughing sound.

I ignored him and started chatting with Fatty Guo, while Qing Xuanzi leaned against the window, closing his eyes to rest.

After chatting for about ten minutes, the young man stared at me for a while. He tried to speak several times, but he couldn't speak in the end. Fatty Guo was more open-minded and asked him: "Brother, is there anything wrong?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and spoke in a rumor, saying, "I heard from my brothers chatting, are you the Eight Immortals? You are specialized in carrying coffins?"

Fatty Guo nodded and said displeased: "What's wrong? I look down on you guys?"

He quickly stopped and said, "I misunderstood. I just wanted to ask some brothers for some questions. To be honest, I went home this time because my grandmother was critically ill. I heard that I couldn't live for a few days, so I would like to ask some of them about the funeral."

Thinking of this, I said to her: "When doing rituals, descendants often kneel down. As the saying goes, the deceased will be three points more expensive. Use your actions to atone for the deceased to have a good background in the next life."

After listening to his simple self-report, I had a good impression of the brother and sister. At least they knew that their relatives were about to die, so they rushed home as soon as possible. Unlike some people, they used various reasons to postpone their days of going home.

"When doing rituals, don't think about it. Only when you go to the funeral with a grateful heart can the elderly go smoothly." Qing Xuanzi opened his eyes slightly and interrupted.

So, I planned to give him some advice, so I asked him some detailed questions. He told me that his name was Wang Xi and his sister was Wang Chuyao. She was born in Shushu Village, Shaodong County, SY City. Her family was relatively poor. The brother and sister graduated from junior high school and went to work in a large supermarket in Hengyang. Her brother worked as a security guard in the supermarket and her sister worked as a cashier.

When I heard this, I waved to Fatty Guo and signaled him not to speak. Then I said to the young man: "The customs in different places are different. The customs on our side will be different from the customs on your side. We cannot give you any practical opinions."

"Is there any?" Wang Chuyao glanced at me and asked in a low voice.

After hearing this, the brother and sister said thank you to us, took out a red envelope and stuffed it to me, saying that it was my intention.

I was not polite, and I took the red envelope. This is the rule of our industry. As long as I mention the funeral, the red envelope must be collected.

Of course, some places are too poor and don’t have so much money to hold funerals. Instead, they use a simpler way to send the dead to the mountain. This makes the people who hold funerals have no money to make, and the industry will naturally wither. To put it bluntly, all walks of life in this society are working for money. If there is no money, who is willing to do it?

It’s not that I didn’t help him, but that he heard that he was going home. I guess it’s not that we are from Hengyang, and the customs must be somewhat different.

"Brother Jiu, if my grandmother passed away, how should we descendants show filial piety?" Wang Xi stared at me for a while, and didn't care that I was one year younger than him and called him "Brother Jiu."

If there are complicated customs, beautiful environment, and developed economy, how many normal people are willing to do this job? This has led to a great lack of people in some places for funerals.

I thought about it for a while, and later generations expressed filial piety and expressed filial piety in funerals, which required money. The brother and sister came out to work after graduating from junior high school, so they definitely had no money, so they could only work hard on their hearts.

"It is already a great filial piety for you to rush back as soon as possible. Show your sincerity in the funeral. Then give her more clothes, funeral items, and burn things in the coffin, and pick some things that the old man liked during his lifetime." I explained to him.

He glanced at Wang Xi first, raised his hand and punched him, and cursed: "****, I have tolerated you for an hour. Now that I am in Shaoyang, don't think about going back to attend any funeral. Let me stay in Shaoyang for a few days and let your sister accompany me."

After hearing what he said, it was true that the people who hold funerals in various places were uneven. Some people who hold funerals had unique abilities, while others would have some people who were just making up for the numbers. This was related to local customs, environment and economic conditions.

"Oh?" I was stunned and asked him: "Do you don't have the Eight Immortals there? Why do you still ask me, a foreigner?"

"Our coffin is not called the Eight Immortals, but the heavy lifters are called the Eight Immortals. They only know how to carry the coffin. They don't know as many as yours. The Taoist priests who hold funerals on our side are just a substitute. Those who have the ability are old people. Those who are old and have many physical inconveniences and are unwilling to hold funerals again. Just now, seeing the attitude of the two brothers next to you towards you, I think you have the ability, so I want to ask you." He explained to me.

Afterwards, we chatted for a while, and as the train was about to arrive in Shaoyang, the middle-aged man who had been sitting next to him without speaking began to make things difficult for him.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, do you know Shaoyang? It's very close to Hengyang. I graduated from junior high school and worked in Hengyang. The customs here are similar to those in ours, and many links are the same, so I will ask you."

Just this morning, Wang Xi received a call from his hometown saying that his grandmother was critically ill and that the brother and sister didn't care about it just a few days after they came to Hengyang from their hometown, so they bought a ticket and rushed to their hometown.

As soon as I saw this situation, I knew that the middle-aged man was from Shaoyang and should have something to do with him at the train station, otherwise I would not dare to say this.

Wang Xi also reacted quickly, grabbed his collar, punched his stomach, and scolded: "What's wrong with you when you arrive in Shaoyang? Don't think it's all about you. I tell you that after graduating from junior high school, I spent half a year at Shaoyang Railway Station, and I know no fewer people than you, Made."

After saying that, he followed the middle-aged man and slapped him twice in the face, cursing.

At this moment, a female voice sounded from the train horn, "People, please pay attention, Shaoyang Station is coming soon. Please carry your luggage and prepare to get off the train."
Chapter completed!