My master is invincible

Chapter 152 Yang Coffin (5)

After hearing what I said, my father was very angry. He slapped his palm on the table and said angrily: "Jiu Yazi, your wings are hard and you want to fly now, don't you! Look at the coffin bearers around you, how many young ones are there?" People? Don’t talk about Fatty Guo, you dragged him into the water! Let’s talk about Lao Wang, Gao Lao, and Liu Kai. None of them are 50 or [-] years old. Dealing with coffins and dead people, do you want to marry a wife in the future?"

Father's words are so reasonable that I don't even have a word to refute. In our industry of coffin bearers, we are all elderly farmers. I am a young man. Fatty Guo and Yang Yan are all because of me. I just walked into the coffin bearer. As for the local tyrant Chen Tiannan, he came to the countryside to experience coffins because he was too idle.

I held it in for a long time, and finally choked out this sentence, "I... I... I can earn a lot of money by carrying the coffin, and I can share the responsibility for the family!"

"Hehe!" My father sneered, slapped his palm on the table again, and said, "Qianqianqian, besides money, do you still have me and your mother in your eyes? Do you know why I didn't go to Guangzhou to carry mud when I was working at home?" Then I will tell you today that I am a craftsman, and I disdain to do coolies, which would be disrespectful to my ancestors. I have already decided that you will go to work in the shoe factory next year, and I will go to my old job to pay off my debts. Let me do the matter, you save the money and marry a wife in the future!"

"Old Chen, you promised your father-in-law that you won't do that anymore, why...?" Mother asked nervously from the side.

Since I was a child, I have never seen my father have any skills. I have always grown crops at home. Now I suddenly said that I have skills.

My father took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few deep breaths, glared at me, and said to my mother: "At the beginning, the family was poor and had no money to cook, and the nine-year-old was idle at home, so I asked Lao Wang to take him into the industry. I thought it would cause so many conversations. Jiu Yazi hasn't married a guest yet. If there are too many gossips, which girl is willing to marry into our family? My old Chen's family is just such a single seedling. If he can't marry a wife, Lao Chen The family will be broken, and I will not have the face to meet my ancestors after I die. So! Let me do my old job! I am getting old, and I will not be gossiped by others. It is good for Jiuyazi, for Whether it is to carry on the family line, I plan to get back to my old business."

After finishing speaking, my father turned his head to look at me, and said viciously: "Jiuzi, for the sake of the old Chen family, I beg you not to carry the coffin for my father. You should understand the truth that footwashing water is poisonous and not dead. Those rumors It’s very uncomfortable to hear. I’m only in my fifties and I have a craft. It shouldn’t be a problem to pay off my debts. Maybe I can build a red brick house for you. You can go to work in a shoe factory to save money. Marry a wife."

"Jiu Yazi, your father's words are not unreasonable. You are only 19 years old after the new year. It is indeed easy for people to gossip about being a coffin bearer. Your father will return to his old job, and our family's economy will be better. You Let's go to work in the shoe factory!" I don't know what happened, but the mother actually leaned towards the father, and said before going to the main room that there is nothing wrong with carrying the coffin, but now she seems to be a different person.

I froze for a moment, and instead of directly agreeing to my mother's request, I looked at my father and asked him, "What skills do you have? Will you be gossiped about?"

My father took a puff of cigarette, glanced at me, with a look of pride on his face, and said, "Lu Pai, carpenter!"

Lu Pai?carpenter?
I looked at my father suspiciously, what is so mysterious about the carpenters of Lu Pai?There are too many carpenters in this society, and they all think they are Lu Ban's disciples, and they are called Lu Pai. How can they attract people's attention?Could it be...?
Thinking of this, I was a little excited, and asked my father tremblingly, "Your craft is master? You specialize in making coffins?"

Father nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Yes, when I was your age, I followed your grandfather to make coffins in the countryside. Although I encountered some strange things, I made a lot of money, but it was easy to recruit people. Talking point, it’s not good to do something at a young age, you have to make a coffin. Later, your grandfather thought it was reasonable, so he stopped letting me make a coffin. If the money is not good, future generations will suffer retribution. Since then, I have been honestly working as a farmer at home. I didn’t expect that you would attract people’s attention when you carried the coffin. Be the Eight Immortals, don't accept funerals."

Hearing this, I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. I dare say that our family is destined to have a coffin!My father made the coffin and I carried the coffin. Damn, this is incredible.

My father took my look into his eyes, lit a cigarette, and said, "Jiuyazi, after I started making coffins in my old business, you don't need to worry about the family's debts. You go to work in the shoe factory according to your duties and become an ordinary coffin." People are fine, even if God wants to punish, I will take it one by one, and it will definitely not affect your generation."

To be honest, hearing what my father said, I was a little shaken by the idea of ​​becoming an Eight Immortal, but when I thought of my father's old age and then making a coffin, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable. If nothing else, I just took an ordinary coffin Generally speaking, at least four hundred catties would be needed, and the person who made the coffin needed to put them together piece by piece and recite some incantations.

In the process of making the coffin, some strange things will happen.After all, making a coffin is equivalent to building a house for the dead, and I understand more or less the danger involved.

I didn't agree to my father's request, nor did I refuse. I sat silently at the table. This society is all about money. If there is money, who dares to say that the coffin bearer is not good. Yes, I have no money.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little stuffy. My mother took a look at my father and me, sighed, and said, "Old Chen, today is Chinese New Year's Eve. Let's not talk about those who are unhappy. Let Jiu Yazi think about it first. You Asking him to accept your request all of a sudden makes him feel a little uncomfortable, as a child can't help his parents, you were also like this back then, have you forgotten?"

Hearing that, my father didn't speak, just stared at me for 3 minutes, handed me a cigarette, put his hand on my shoulder, and said: "Son, I will be 19 years old after tonight, there are some things You have to think carefully, as the father doesn't want to tell you some big truths, you think about it yourself, if you give birth to a son to carry the coffin in the future, what will you think?"

After finishing speaking, my father stood up, turned on our family's black and white TV, and turned to CCTV to watch the Spring Festival Gala hosted by Ni Ping and Zhao Zhongxiang. Our family's New Year's Eve dinner finally started with their voices.

Because of work problems, this New Year's Eve dinner was a bit boring. During this period, our family of three rarely spoke.

After dinner, our family gathered in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. On New Year’s Eve in the countryside, the Spring Festival Gala was the most lively except for the sound of firecrackers. We watched until 11:[-] in the evening.

According to our customs, at the turn of the year, it is necessary to 'close the Caimen' before 12 o'clock, which means to shut out the bad luck of the year.This "closing the door of wealth" is quite simple, it is to light a longer firecracker to drive away the bad luck with the sound of firecrackers.

I don't know if my father was angry or what happened, he sat still in front of the TV and asked me to take two rolls of firecrackers to close the Caimen.I didn't expect so much, I walked out of the door with firecrackers, and I was about to set off firecrackers to close the door.At this moment, my mobile phone rang, and I took it out to see that it was the strange number from before, which was the so-called million-dollar funeral fee.

(End of this chapter)