My master is invincible

Chapter 150 Yang Coffin (Replace Potato, Add More)
After thinking this through, I walked into my mother's room, where she was sitting on the bed knitting a sweater. Seeing that the style should be knitted for me, my heart warmed up. My mother looked up at me and asked suspiciously: "Nine Yazi, why don't you go to the main room? All the young people in the village have gone, why are you staying at home alone?"

Hearing what my mother said, I froze for a moment, and said, "I don't want to go, I will wait for my father with you at home."

My mother put down the wool in her hand, took my hand, and said kindly: "I don't need you to accompany me. Today is once a year. Go to the main room and let your ancestors see you. I wish you good fortune next year and marry a virtuous wife." , give birth to a white and fat little child."

I feel a little bit bitter. In the hearts of my mother’s generation, they must go to the main house during the Chinese New Year, because they believe that the ancestors will come to the main house on this day to bring good luck to future generations.

Seeing that I didn't speak, my mother asked again: "Jiuzi, what's the matter? Go quickly!"

I'm so entangled in my heart that I'm good at funerals, but dealing with people and making friends have always been my weaknesses. I feel very inferior, and I don't know what's going on. In front of the young people in the same village, this emotion is particularly heavy.

Seeing that I was still standing still, my mother spoke slowly and asked, "Jiuyazi, is it because of your occupation?"

I nodded, took out a cigarette, leaned against the wall and smoked, feeling very bitter in my heart, how many young people in today's society are willing to stay in the countryside to carry the coffin?Those young people who go out to work always have a different view of people like us. They think that if they stay in the country at a young age, they will definitely have no future in the future. When talking to us, they always look superior.

I can bear many things, but I can't bear being looked down upon by others.However, my profession is destined to make me lose my confidence. No matter how sacred and inviolable our profession is in our circle, in the eyes of outsiders, we are just a group of people who live on the dead. Even now, this point still cannot be changed.

"Jiuyazi!" My mother was a little angry, and she limped and pulled me out of the house, saying angrily, "What's wrong with my son carrying the coffin? Don't they need someone to carry the coffin after they die? Don't they? Crawl into the pit by yourself? Then cover it with soil?”

The more my mother talked, the more angry she became, and she coughed a few times. I reached out and rubbed my mother's back, and said, "Don't be so angry, I'll go to the main room right now!"

After finishing speaking, I went into the bedroom and changed into the best clothes. I also took a pack of the best lotus king that Chen Tiannan gave me. I tidied up my hair and looked in the mirror. I saw a very sunny and handsome boy.

I took a few deep breaths, said hello to my mother, and walked towards the main room. Before I got to the main room, I heard a voice saying, "My son is very capable this year. He has become a supervisor in a shoe factory." , more than 4000 yuan a month, the girls in the shoe factory are at his disposal, if any of you can’t find a job in the future, just call my son, and he can solve your job problems with a word.”

"Dad, be humble! Why did I tell you on the plane? Let's keep a low profile. Don't let the people in the same village know that I am the factory supervisor, and don't tell the people in the same village that we are flying back for the New Year. They will mistakenly think that we are going back to the village. Chinese New Year is just to show off, you just can't remember what I said." It was the voice of a young man.

I gave a wry smile. The father and son were pretty cool, and they were about to walk into the main room when the young man's voice sounded again, "Old Chen, where is your Chen Jiu? I heard in Guangzhou that he couldn't find a job. How about this! Let him go to the shoe factory with me in the next year, 800 a month, including board and lodging, and maybe he can bring you a daughter-in-law back by the end of next year."

"Yun Yazi, you have a heart. My family only has Jiu Yazi as a single seedling. I don't want him to go to Guangzhou. I'm afraid he will learn bad things if he goes to Guangzhou." It was the father's voice.

"Old Chen, we are all from the same village, so don't hide your words. We all know what your nine children are doing. When I hitchhike in the town, you know what those people in the town say Is it? They said that Aozi Village had a god-man, who was very capable at a young age and was proficient in both Buddhist and Buddhist spells. It’s no small thing to turn beans into soldiers and to be sympathetic. Old Chen! The villagers of Aozi Village don’t Bringing such a deceitful person, Jiu Yazi was the one we grew up watching. He has no other skills other than playing with mud balls. I listened to those people in the town discussing this, and my face burned. Jiu Yazi will go to work in the shoe factory with Yun Yazi next year, so don’t lose face in Aozi Village.” I am familiar with this voice, it is the head of our village.

Speaking of the village chief, his name is Zhu Yuanzhi. He is a half-fake fairy. He would occasionally carry the coffin when he was free.Some people say that the village chief stole Liu Kai's wife, and others say that Liu Kai stole the village chief's wife. Which of them stole the other's wife? Our village has been discussing this issue secretly. The final result is that the village chief's head There is a green hat on it.

My father was a little angry, and his voice suddenly rose a little, cursing: "Old Zhu, you must speak with conscience. How did our Jiu Yazi embarrass Aozi Village? Take the matter of the old scholar as an example, how much money did Jiu Yazi borrow?" Qian, many villagers present knew that even in this family, my Jiu Yazi sent the old scholar to the mountain, who in the village and outside the village would not praise my Jiu Yazi's gratitude, and you don't show this To be clear, none of us expected to have a good year."

"Hey! I carried it with me. Everyone knows how the old scholar died. You just bullied the old scholar and have no descendants. You died for your nine-year-old son. As for your nine-year-old son, borrow money to do it." Funeral, that's because he has something wrong in his heart, and he said it as if your nine-year-old son is very great, don't forget that he is a broken coffin bearer, which young man here is not better than him?" The village head scolded angrily, and finished speaking , and muttered, "If you don't go to Guangzhou to work at a young age, but get scammed in the countryside, you're really fucking useless."

"Fuck, old Zhu, are you fucking idle? I don't mind talking about the shitty things in your family. Ma De, today you still accused us of the Eight Immortals. What's wrong with lifting the coffin? You fucking have the ability to try to lift the coffin. Try it, I don’t believe that someone invited you, skinny, don’t let the coffin be lifted, but crush yourself to death and sleep in the coffin.” This is the voice of Lao Wang.

As soon as Lao Wang said this, the main room immediately became lively. It is said that coffins are unlucky during the Chinese New Year. Seeing that Lao Wang was about to be criticized by the villagers, I had no choice but to run to the village chief in desperation. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped him in the face, intending to divert the villagers' accusations against Lao Wang.

ps: Potato, be happy, there will always be some unsatisfactory things in life, and a bright future is at your feet. Brothers and sisters who read books are the same. When encountering setbacks, face them bravely and let no matter how big the resistance is , Step over, and you will succeed!
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