Chapter 13 Boss, what do you do?

Wang Yuanjing searched the entire town before he found such a funeral shop.

He first stood at the door and looked around, and found that it was not small in scale. The door was full of wreaths. Except for those who really needed it, all the passers-by who passed by here subconsciously quickened their pace.

"What would you like to order, sir?"

A clear voice came from inside the store. Wang Yuanjing raised his head and made eye contact with a young man in his twenties.

What a handsome young man!

Where did this tuberculosis patient come from?

The two men had different ideas. With the idea of ​​opening the door to do business, the young man welcomed Wang Yuanjing in.

"Are you the owner of this store?"

Wang Yuanjing asked curiously when he saw that there was only one person in the store.

"Yes, guest."

The young man smiled and nodded, then began to look at the person in front of him.

Dark circles under the eyes, bloodshot eyes, and a faint smell of corpse
Hmm? Corpse Qi?

A trace of fluctuation suddenly flashed across the young man's handsome eyebrows.

“It’s quite rare.”

Wang Yuanjing was amazed that a young man in his twenties, who did not want to go out to a big city to make a living, actually opened a funeral shop in a remote town in the south.

"No way, after all, it was passed down from our ancestors."

The young man said helplessly.

Wang Yuanjing understood, then took out the money he had taken from Old Sun from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Look at what kind of coffin you can buy with this money."

A hint of surprise flashed in the young boss's eyes. He took the bills from Wang Yuanjing's hand and started counting them.

He thought for a moment and said to Wang Yuanjing.

"Wait for me here for a moment."

Then he opened a small door at the deepest part of the store and apparently went to look for a coffin.

After the young boss left, Wang Yuanjing walked around the store alone.

Paper figures, wreaths, and banknotes.
We have everything you need. I'll bring some back to you when the time comes.

Wang Yuanjing thought to himself.

The purpose of his coming out this time was to find a coffin for the old man in the morgue. Now that there is a new body, it is time to bury him.

I will never forget your kindness in helping me achieve enlightenment, brother. My ability is limited, and this is all I can do.

At this moment, Wang Yuanjing suddenly smelled a strange odor. Having stayed in the morgue for so long, he naturally recognized what the smell was.

The smell of corpse?
Wang Yuanjing frowned and followed the smell. He saw a one-meter-long wooden stick with a white cloth tied to it, leaning against the wall.

This is?

The stench of the corpse came from here. In addition to the stench of the corpse, he also felt a strange smell on it.

Just about to reach out and take
"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, the young boss's anxious voice was heard, and Wang Yuanjing's hand stopped in front of the wooden stick.

"what happened?"

Wang Yuanjing turned around, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

There is something wrong with this boss!
"You can't touch this thing, guest!"

The young boss quickly walked to Wang Yuanjing, picked up the wooden stick on the ground, and shook his head.

"Why can't you move?"

Wang Yuanjing asked curiously.

"This is the business of the guys who eat. Ordinary people can't touch it, otherwise they will get into trouble."

The young boss explained.

"What's the matter with eating? Boss, what's your job?"

What kind of person would use such a tool when eating? It even smells like a corpse.
"I am the one who carries the banner."

"Danban?"

"To put it simply, it means crying at the grave."

The young boss gave him a displeased look. What a disgusting tuberculosis guy!

After the young boss explained, Wang Yuanjing finally understood what the "danban" this guy was talking about.

A person's life can be summarized in four words: birth, aging, sickness and death. That is why funerals have to be handled with great fanfare. In the past, wealthy families would choose children with regular features and good looks to dress up as "filial sons and grandsons" and carry banners and buy water on their behalf.

Carrying a banner refers to the day when a filial son holds a stick with a white cloth tied to the end that flies in the wind, representing leading the deceased's soul to heaven, so it is also called the filial son's banner.

Buying water refers to the day of the funeral, when the filial son holds a bowl and cries along the street. When he reaches a pier, he takes small coins and throws them into the river. Then he fills the bowl with water and goes home to rub the body up and down three times to cleanse the soul of the deceased.

"That's it!"

Having said that, Wang Yuanjing was still a little unhappy.

Because the young boss emphasized his regular facial features and handsome appearance, Wang Yuanjing felt that he was hinting at him.

Who wasn't a handsome guy in the area when he was young? After I solve the problem of the three corpses, I, Wang Yuanjing, will show you what real good looks are!
"Come on, you want a coffin, don't you? Follow me."

The young boss led Wang Yuanjing through the door, which led to a small courtyard behind it.

In the middle of the courtyard was a coffin, suspended in the air by several supports.

"This is it?"

Wang Yuanjing asked, he walked forward and knocked twice.

While Wang Yuanjing was inspecting the coffin, the young boss took out a rather luxurious long box and put the filial piety banner into it.

And Wang Yuanjing saw all of this clearly out of the corner of his eye.

There is indeed something wrong with this guy!

He thought to himself that a normal person, even someone who eats, doesn't need to be treated like this.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

The young boss walked up to Wang Yuanjing and asked casually.

"Can you change to a better one?"

Wang Yuanjing knew nothing about coffins, but he still wanted to get a big house for his brother.

"You only have enough money to buy this. After all, I also need to eat."

The young boss said helplessly.

"Okay then, let's go with him."

Wang Yuanjing nodded. He was not afraid that the other party would cheat him.

He doesn't know anything about coffins, but Old Sun, who has been hanging around in funeral homes for years, must know something about it. He will go back and ask. If the other party dares to cheat him, he will come and trouble him again.

By the way, let my brother see what kind of person this guy is.

Wang Yuanjing didn't believe that this guy would even give up the shop passed down from his ancestors.

"Okay, then I'll help you contact the mover. Where do you want it to be sent to?"

Seeing Wang Yuanjing being so straightforward, the young boss also asked enthusiastically.

"Want money?"

Wang Yuanjing asked.

"If it's too far, we'll still charge you a labor fee."

The young boss nodded as a matter of course.

"Then just send me to the town entrance."

Wang Yuanjing replied that he had used all his money to buy a coffin for the old man.

The landlord has no extra money.

"Send me two more wreaths."

The young boss looked at the other party speechlessly, but still nodded.

The two men worked together to lift the coffin onto the car, and then the young boss drove the coffin and Wang Yuanjing to the town entrance.

After the young boss left, Wang Yuanjing looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he picked up the coffin and ran towards the funeral park at the fastest speed.

Fortunately, he didn't meet anyone along the way. After Wang Yuanjing climbed over a mountain and was about to reach the park, he unloaded the coffin on his shoulders onto the ground.

While bending down to unload the coffin, he picked up a small stone from the ground, then suddenly turned around and threw it in one direction.

With Wang Yuanjing's physical fitness strengthened by Qi, the moment the pebble left his hand, it shot towards the target with a sound of breaking through the air.
"what!"

(End of this chapter)