Lao He hid in front of a jewelry store, using the pillars of the store to hide his figure.
In these two streets and alleys, Lao He and other supervisors are all familiar faces on the street. They have been wandering the streets for many years, and many people in the shops know him.
Therefore, he could not appear in front of the people of the two coffin shops.
Lu Qian stood alone under the signboard of the Descendants of Fuyin, peering into the shop where the door was mostly closed.
As mentioned before, the two coffin shops have large facades and a very spacious interior.
There are wooden shelves arranged neatly in the store, with dozens of coffins stacked on them. Some coffins are painted black, and some are still wood-colored.
Fuyin Descendants is engaged in mid- to low-end business. It can be seen that the materials used in these coffins are common pine and other woods, with a few slightly higher-end willow coffins mixed in.
Through the half-open lids of the coffins, it can be seen that the materials used in these coffins are really impressive.
What Lu Qian saw was the thickest willow coffin. The coffin board was less than two inches thick. There were several pine coffins placed on the side. Not only was the coffin itself made of small wooden strips, but no large wooden sticks were used.
The logs are large and the coffin boards are less than an inch thick.
Most of the shop was occupied by coffins. Under the dim lights, a skinny old man wearing a light blue brocade robe and a grizzly bear skin cloak was shivering and asking a few people who were sitting at the square table to eat.
Man.
"Now, I'll order three of the cheapest and thinnest coffins you have here, and take them to Sijifang for me now."
Beside the skinny old man stood two slender middle-aged men.
The two middle-aged men were dressed in thin clothes, wearing snow-white robes with arrow sleeves, a white belt, and white boots. The hairbands holding their buns on their heads were also white, and there were three small silver sword-shaped hairs stuck in their buns.
hairpin.
They wore swords on their waists, the scabbards were also made of white shark skin, and the handles of the swords were wrapped with white silk ribbons, which were also pale.
Their temperament is also cold, which makes people stay away from them.
It was late at night, and when Lu Qian saw these two items in the coffin shop, he felt a chill in his heart.
With a cough, a tall, thin, middle-aged man with slightly dark skin wearing a dog-skin hat and a light brown copper-money-patterned satin jacket walked out from a small door behind the coffin shop.
"It's Chinese New Year, someone died in the house? Hey, my condolences, my condolences."
The few waiters sitting at the square table stood up and bowed to the tall and thin man expressionlessly: "It's from the shopkeeper."
In the Ping An No. 1 across the street, a middle-aged man who was also tall and thin stuck his head out and shouted in a strange voice: "Hey, is it open? This guest officer, come here
Let me take a look at the safe number? I have here the best longevity materials made from rare wood shipped from the south, six-inch boards, eight-inch boards, and top-quality boards one foot and two inches thick."
"Golden nanmu, sandalwood, huanghuali, all kinds of good materials are available!"
"When your old man dies, he sleeps in our family's living room, which is called a glorious sight!"
The shopkeeper of Fuyin Descendants rushed to the door of the store in two steps and almost bumped into Lu Yi. He did not apologize to Lu Yi, but pointed at the shopkeeper opposite and yelled: "An Laokou, you didn't do this.
For business...where is your dead old man who celebrates the New Year, ah!"
After spitting on the ground, the shopkeeper of Fuyin Descendants narrowed his eyes and looked Lu Qian up and down: "Sir, someone in your family has left? Hey, how about picking out a longevity dish? Or,
Order one at our house and prepare it? You will need it sooner or later!"
Lu Qian shivered, and he laughed dryly: "Hey, look, look, I just, look!"
The shopkeeper of Fuyin Descendants twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a stiff smile: "Whether it's a look or a look, which one you like, tell us, we have pine, poplar, willow here.
Made of jujube wood, all kinds of materials are available, and it is a time-honored brand with hundreds of years of history, and the craftsmanship of the master is very exquisite."
Before the shopkeeper could finish what he said, the skinny old man in the shop had already shouted: "Shopkeeper, if you don't do business, what are you talking about with that kid? Hurry, there are three thin-skinned coffins, the cheapest one, I'm in a hurry to use it.
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A man in white next to the skinny old man put his left hand on the handle of his sword and silently walked to the door of the coffin shop, staring at Lu Qian with a stern look.
The shopkeeper laughed dryly, looked at Lu Yi, turned around and walked to the skinny old man: "The cheapest one? Are you sure? Tsk, the big things in life are nothing more than life and death. This person died, but it is a big thing.
Let him walk comfortably and sleep soundly, right? Why don't you take a look at this Manchurian manchurian coffin?"
The shopkeeper said loudly: "Look, two-inch thick boards, solid wood boards, are not groceries made of wooden strips. This is our first purchase of the new year, so I'll give you a cheaper price.
It’s twenty guan per mouthful, and we’ll charge you a cost, just twelve guan, how about that?”
The skinny old man sneered and pointed at a few coffins made of pine strips in the corner of the shop: "Don't be too long-winded, there is no need to paint those three coffins. Take them to Sijifang Qifangyuan with me. Hurry up."
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Lu Qian put his hands in his sleeves and stood at the door of the coffin shop, smiling at the skinny old man and the shopkeeper.
The man dressed in snow-white stared at Lu Qian again and again with cold eyes. After a while, he found that Lu Qian seemed to have no reaction to his intimidating gaze. He moved a step sideways to block Lu Qian's gaze.
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"Friend, it's a little lively and not pretty."
"This kind of dead thing, you should go wherever you want, right?"
Shopkeeper An across the street stared straight at this side with a stiff smile.
Behind him, several waiters poked their heads in the air and looked this way.
Lu Qian stretched out his hand and pushed hard on the chest of the man in white. He smiled and said: "What's the matter? What's the matter? I'm asking the boss to order a coffin, but you still don't allow them to do business? Yeah? Or is it that your family is dead during the New Year?
There is nothing shameful about a family of three?"
The man in white's face became extremely gloomy.
Lao He stood in the shadow in front of the shop next door, his brows raised sharply.
During the Chinese New Year, who’s family had three people die in a row?
When someone dies, only the cheapest thin-skinned coffin is used?
Because of the angle, he could only hear the conversation between Lu Qian and the man in white, but could not see clearly the appearance of the man in white. He felt itchy in his heart, and subconsciously stuck out his head, trying his best to look in front of the door of the descendant of Fuyin.
At the door of Ping'an Road, Shopkeeper An and a few waiters seemed to have some kind of sense. They turned their heads at the same time and stared at Lao He under the dim red light.
A smile appeared on Shopkeeper An's stiff face: "Oh, isn't this Mr. He who is the guardian of the palace? There is also a death in your family? Are you here to buy a coffin? Come, come, come, come to our safe number and give you a bite
Okay, here’s a good bite for you.”
Shopkeeper An stretched out his hand and waved to Lao He: "Come on, come on, come to our safe ship! The Fuyin ship opposite, their coffins are not worthy of a big shot like you, Mr. He!"
Under the pale blood-colored light, Shopkeeper An stretched out his hand and waved to himself repeatedly. The cold "Come on, come on" made Lao He goosebumps all over his body - this was too unlucky for the Chinese New Year!
Especially the last sentence almost made Lao He vomit blood.
What does it mean to be ‘not worthy of a big shot like you, Mr. He’?
He, Lao He, didn’t come here to buy a coffin. Even if he bought a coffin, it wouldn’t be for his own use?
But having already revealed his identity, Lao He walked out of the shadows with a gloomy face, pointed towards Shopkeeper An, turned around and walked slowly towards the brightly lit street in the distance.
Shopkeeper An looked at Lao He's back as he slowly left, and suddenly took a deep breath silently.
His face suddenly turned pale, and his lips suddenly turned blue-grey. Then, under the pale skin, traces of blue-green blood vessels were exposed, making his face look extremely evil and ferocious.
Lu Qian pushed the man in white's chest with his palm, and the man in white's body did not move at all.
He raised his chin proudly and stared at Lu Qian sideways.
In the descendant of Fuyin, the skinny old man yelled dryly: "It's just those three bastards. It's already a gift from the master to have a coffin for them to bury. It's just these three people. Stop talking about it. What's the price? Big
During the Chinese New Year, you have to give me a preferential price for your first purchase!"
The shopkeeper sighed and muttered to the skinny old man: "Okay, three of the cheapest thin-skinned coffins, tsk."
"For the Chinese New Year, I will give you the cost price for the first sale of the new year. For these three coffins, you can pay 800 yuan each."
"Hey, you still have to choose three sets of shrouds. I've already bought the coffin, so the shrouds aren't worth much, are they?"
"Our shrouds are also cheap ones made of coarse cloth. One set will cost you fifty cents. What do you think of the price?"
"Hey, are these three people in your family male or female? There are differences in the styles of these shrouds between men and women. What size are these shoes? Tell me and I will give you a set."
The skinny old man waved his hand impatiently: "All three of them are women, hurry up."
In the coffin shop, the shopkeeper, the clerk, and a few stout men who came out of the backyard and were preparing to help carry the coffin, their movements froze at the same time, and they all looked at the skinny old man.
The shopkeeper coughed dryly, his lips turned slightly blue, and said dryly: "This woman's shroud is also very particular. Old people and young people cannot mix. As an old man, you know the customs of our Dayin."
These funeral objects are in the wrong format, which is detrimental to future generations and the owner’s family!”
The skinny old man frowned, thought for a while, and said dryly: "Three yellow-haired girls, fourteen or fifteen years old. You are an expert, you are right. You have already prepared this shroud, shoes and so on. Well, the coffin
Here, give them more money to buy the road, and let them die early and be reincarnated!"
At the door, Lu Qian looked at the man in white blocking the way, shook his head, turned around and left.
At the door of the coffin shop opposite, the eyes of shopkeeper An and several waiters fell directly on Lu Qian's back.
Afterwards, shopkeeper An laughed dryly: "Close the door, close the door, tsk, look at my colleagues who are having a prosperous New Year and make a fortune by opening the business. I feel so uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Close the door, close the door and see if I can get a good deal tomorrow."
Suddenly, Shopkeeper An shouted at Lu Qian's back: "Young man, why don't you order some longevity materials? Maybe we'll need them someday?"
