My master is invincible

Chapter 888 Colorful Coffin (11)

I was a little panicked, I stared at that person and looked again and again. I don’t remember this person. I can even say with certainty that I definitely don’t know this person. I was about to speak when that person walked up to me. He put his arms around my shoulders and said in a Hubei dialect: "What? I have only been away from Hubei for a few years, so you don't know me?"

I'm confused, what does this person mean?Then I heard the man say again: "Come on, have a cigarette, and tell me how you have been these years."

I subconsciously said a few words in Hubei, but I was very puzzled in my heart, and my eyes were fixed on him.

After chatting for about a minute or two, the man patted me hard on the shoulder a few times and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, I've grown up very fast."

After saying this, he said briefly to the other person beside him. Basically, I was his good friend many years ago, and I used to play well before, so there should be no doubt about my identity.

The man next to him frowned and asked him, "Are you from Hubei? Why haven't I heard of it?"

He said, "You will find out later by asking Brother Song!"

"Since you can speak Hubei dialect, just now..." the man asked again.

He smiled and explained: "Just now I thought the person in front of me was Chen Jiu, and I just pretended not to understand!"

After saying this, he talked to the man a few more times before letting me and Han Jingui enter the village chief's house.This makes me more and more confused, Made, I really don't know this person, what is he planning?secretly help me?Still have ulterior motives?
With this doubt, I walked towards the village chief's house.

At this moment, the man called out to me, and in Hubei dialect, "Dalong asked me to bring you a sentence. In everything, the second brother will support you behind your back."

Hearing this, I finally understand, this person has something to do with the second brother Yang Dalong?When I turned my head, I saw him smiling at me without speaking.

I nodded gratefully to him, and hurried into the village chief's house, with Han Jingui following behind me.

When I entered the village chief's house, I found that the house was empty, as if there was no one there. I asked Han Jingui where the village chief was, and he said that the village chief should be on the second floor.

At the moment, we didn't stay on the first floor and went straight to the second floor.As soon as he went up the stairs, he heard a voice coming from the TV. Han Jingui yelled in a loud voice, "Mr. Fugui, are you at home?"

"Here! Which one?" Soon, the voice of the village head came.

Han Jingui and I looked at each other without saying a word, and we couldn't help but move a little faster.

When I came to the second floor, the village chief’s family of four sat on the sofa and watched TV. I found that the village chief was nearly sixty years old, dressed in simple clothes, and had a lot of gray hair on his temples. He said hello, then stared at me with puzzled eyes, and asked, "Who is this?"

"Boy Chen Jiu, come to disturb me!" I smiled.

"Chen Jiu?" He was taken aback for a moment, as if thinking of something, he said, "Master of the Eight Immortals Palace?"

I hummed, but before I could speak, Han Jingui preemptively said: "Fugui, we have known each other for a few years, and I won't beat around the bush with you. This time I brought the Palace Master here to find you, only one I hope you can get your help."

The village head was taken aback for a moment, and without speaking, he gave his wife and children a look, told them to leave, asked me to sit down with Han Jingui, poured us a glass of boiled water, and sent us a bottle of water. cigarette.

"Village head!" I yelled, and said straight to the point, "Lao Han just said our reason for coming, what do you think?"

"This..." He faltered, did not answer the question, and kept giving us a drink of water.

This made me a little confused about what he was thinking, so I gave Han Jingui a wink, implying that it was up to him to tell the story. After all, he is familiar with the village chief, and acquaintances are easy to handle!
Then Han Jingui came over knowingly, and said to the village chief, "Fugui, I remember you said that you are more disgusted with You Shusong, and now I bring the Palace Master here, just to ask you to do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" The village chief picked up the water, took a sip, and kept his eyes on the TV.

"Then You Shusong invited our palace lord to have a peace talk, and our palace lord meant to drive You Shusong away, what do you think?" Han Jingui blurted out without thinking.

"Get out?" the village head muttered, put down the water glass in his hand, glanced at us, and said, "Old Han, I know that you and You Shusong are not right, but... that You Shusong is from our Xiahe Village, even if he What kind of immoral things did you do outside, but, after all, we are from Xiahe Village. I am just a village head, so I have no right to drive him out. Besides, he has donated a lot of money to our village over the years. I am determined not to do this. An ungrateful man."

Upon hearing this, Han Jingui smiled awkwardly, and without speaking, he cast his eyes on me.

I nodded at him, took a deep breath, and said to the village chief, "Village chief, the thing is like this, we didn't mean to make it difficult for you, but You Shusong's funeral in Shanghe Village this time, I'm afraid it's not just a funeral , but want to set up a crematorium here, I'm afraid..."

Before I finished speaking, the village head got up abruptly, picked up the water glass in front of me, poured the water into the trash can, and said, "Young man, this is our Xiahe Village's business, and it's not your turn. People from other villages are here to take care of it, and for Lao Han’s sake, I won’t embarrass you, so hurry up and leave!”

I'm a little confused, what did I say wrong?You were fine just now, why did you lose your temper all of a sudden?Just as I was about to explain a few words, Han Jingui pulled me and signaled me not to speak, and then said to the village chief, "Fugui, our palace master has no other intentions, just want you to do me a favor, if you don't want to help , Just say it straight! Why do you go so far, you are all from the village, you can’t look up and look down, and if you see it in the future, it’s not easy to meet!"

"Oh!" The village head sneered, and said sharply, "Old Han, don't think I don't know what you're paying attention to. It's really good to be buried in the ground. The problem is, your fees are too damn expensive! Lifting the coffin It costs two hundred, and it will not be less than thirty thousand for a funeral. Let me ask you, how is this different from robbers?"

Upon hearing this, my face darkened suddenly. A funeral costs [-] yuan, what nonsense!If a funeral is held according to the minimum standard, it is estimated that about [-] yuan will be enough, but from the tone of the village chief, Han Jingui and the others seem to charge a lot for the funeral expenses.

At the moment, I stared at Han Jingui, and before I could speak, Han Jingui immediately explained: "Master, you also understand the situation of our Eight Immortals Palace. The reason why we charge so much is to make more money to build the Eight Immortals Palace. The old lady invested in the construction of the Eight Immortals Palace, so our fees will naturally be cheaper in the future."

"How cheap?" I stared at him and asked word by word.

To be honest, I am most disgusted with the Eight Immortals for making the funeral expenses so high. What I didn't expect was that Han Jingui charged so much. Isn't this cutting the flesh of the common people? Many people have headaches.The reason is very simple, the fee is too high, if you spend less, the villagers will say that you are not filial, if you spend too much, and you have no money, you can only borrow it.

As far as I know, I have held a funeral before. In order to let the deceased have a grand burial, the owner asked his own children to stop studying and use the tuition fees to go to the funeral. For that matter, I blame myself for a long time.

(End of this chapter)