My master is invincible

Chapter 311 Nine Coffins (34)

Listening to this, I just ignored the previous content, and kept thinking of a new term in my mind, Dudie?what?
I asked out the doubts in my heart.

Master Jiang smiled awkwardly, and said, "I forgot that you are just doing funerals in the countryside, and you haven't reached our level yet, so you don't know what a Ducup is."

As he said, Master Jiang took out a wooden object from his waist, the size of a palm, dark red, a bit like the head token in the play.

"This is my disk. Only when the state recognizes it will it be issued to you. It is your second ID card." Master Jiang handed the disk to me, as if he was worried that I would damage his disk. , he specially greeted, "Take it easy, don't break it, it's very troublesome to replace this thing."

I took it and looked at it. The wood seems to be sandalwood, and the engraving on it is very simple. The carver is Jiang Tiansheng.On the back is a party emblem, engraved with a few small characters below, the People's Republic of China.

To be honest, I was a little disappointed. I thought the disc was such a great thing, but I didn’t expect it to be just a wooden sign with a few words engraved on it.

I muttered: "I'm interested in catching up tomorrow, I'll find someone to make a copy."

"Xiao Jiu, I advise you not to do this. Once someone finds out, it will be like making counterfeit banknotes. You will be sentenced. If you don't do it, you will be sentenced to death, or you will be executed immediately." Master Jiang said cautiously: "Young man Don't be greedy for fun, if you make some fake things, it will bring disaster to you."

"Tch, I'll find someone to get one tomorrow. I'll use it as a pretense. I'll use this to pick up girls in the future." Fatty Guo, who had been listening all the time, suddenly interrupted.

"Little fat man, I'm not joking with you." Master Jiang's expression changed, he took the disc from my hand, and said, "Most people dare not imitate this thing, even if it is imitated, it cannot be so realistic."

As he said that, Master Jiang pressed the back of the disc, and for some reason, a thumb-sized thing popped out from it, a bit like a phone card we usually use.

He took out the thing and shook it, and said: "It records my name, age, affiliation, which tombstones I have made in my life, and the time and event when the disc was issued. If you want to enter the Metaphysics Association, the disc is Tickets, only metaphysicians who hold discs are eligible for the preparation."

After finishing speaking, he put the thing back into the disc and said: "If you want to pass on the funeral customs of our ancestors, it depends on whether you can enter the Metaphysics Association. Your current task is to get the disc. A hero's funeral is a wedge."

In the past, when I held funerals in the countryside, I knew that someone was dead. If I wanted to do funerals, I just went to handle them. I never thought that there were so many halls in it, let alone that there was such a thing as Dudie.

Thinking about it, some dignitaries have died, and the people who handle their funerals are all very powerful. I am definitely not qualified to handle their funerals.Just like the funeral of the old hero, the old lady asked me to find the tomb, probably because of the reason of the disc.

To put it bluntly, I'm just a bumpkin, I don't have much publicity, the old hero is a well-known anti-Japanese hero, let me, a little-known country coffin bearer, go to handle the funeral, isn't this Chi Guoguo's insult to the old hero?

Thinking of this, I feel very bitter. In the past, I thought about funerals too simply, and the social hierarchy is very obvious.

As I write this, I suddenly remembered that in the 90s, we Hunanese went to work in a certain city. At that time, we needed to check something called a temporary residence permit. Without this temporary residence permit, we would have to squat.

In fact, I really want to say that it is not easy for us Hunanese to work in other places. **** is building a certain city every night. How much of the silt was cleaned up by us Hunanese? How much was built by us Hunan people, and how much of the hard work was done by us Hunan people.

And what we Hunan people can exchange is only the money that is not enough to make ends meet, and the locals even give us a discriminatory nickname, 'Laozi'.This may be the social situation at that time!I sincerely hope that those local people will not discriminate against us migrant workers. We also want to stay in our hometown, but we are forced to leave our hometown because of our need to survive.

A little too far, let's get down to business.

Master Jiang saw that I looked a little sad, so he said: "Xiao Jiu, people are in a struggle when they are alive. Only by working hard step by step can you get what you want or ideal."

I hummed softly, didn't speak again, and the scene fell silent.

After about 3 minutes of silence, Mr. Jiang patted me on the shoulder twice, and said in a deep voice: "I believe you can find the tomb. Thinking about the worst, even if you don't get the disk this time, you will Leaving a good mark on Zhongnanhai will be of great benefit to you in the future."

I nodded and asked him, "Does Wang Muyang have a copy?"

After I asked this question, I regretted it. Then Wang Muyang is already a member of the Metaphysics Association, so how could he not have a disc.

Master Jiang stared at me for a while, then said in a deep voice: "He has a unique cutting plate, coffin bearer, Wang Muyang."

I froze for a moment, and said, "It's a very common dud, what's so unique about it?"

He chuckled, and said: "There is a theory of 360 lines in China, and there are many professions in metaphysics, for example, fortune tellers, yin and yang, feng shui, physiognomists, etc., but there is no such thing as the coffin bearer. Wang Muyang is an industry created by the state."

Hearing what he said, I thought about it for a while, and it seems that this is really the case. The coffin bearers and his party are just a statement claimed by our insiders, and have not been recognized by outsiders or the government.

"Xiao Jiu, because of the special nature of the industry, it is very difficult for you to get the coffin bearer's degree plate." Master Jiang said with a sigh.

I grunted, clenched my fist, and didn't say a word. If Wang Muyang can get the coffin-bearer's degree plate, so can I. I'm also human, so it doesn't mean that he is better than me.

Of course, this is a reason for self-comfort. The cruel reality is that the difference between people is not 01:30.

Afterwards, Master Jiang told me to pay attention to safety, don't rush for success, and put safety first, so he left with a sack, presumably to find the tombstone.

The three of us froze for a while. To be honest, the three of us came to Quyang for the first time. We didn't even know where the Taihang Mountain was, let alone the eastern foot of Taihang Mountain.

When Master Jiang's back disappeared from our sight, Fatty Guo spoke first. He said, "Brother Ninth, is it a bit unkind for Master Jiang to leave our third brother here?"

"Fat brother, don't talk nonsense. Master Jiang is doing this to test our ability to survive. If we can't even find the Taihang Mountains, how can we find the tomb, how can we get the disk, let alone join the Metaphysics Association." .

"Then what do we do now? Find the old hero's cemetery with these two broken rulers? Isn't it obviously impossible for the flower girl to take off her panties by herself!" Fatty Guo muttered.

(End of this chapter)