Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 59 Visit
  From this point of view, Ruona, a middle-aged man, is the so-called ‘public loser’.

Then everything is right!

The carpenter who was the loser of the father-in-law would even retaliate against others for arrears of wages. The second uncle caused his beloved wife to miscarry. Is this a deadly feud? !

The carpenter may not have found the whereabouts of his second uncle in these years. Once he found it, he came to seek revenge!

For a person like Uncle Er, if an innocent life really dies because of him
  Even if he didn't commit suicide, he still wouldn't have the face to see the other party again!
  Not to mention that he couldn't stand the 'public loss' at all!
  Simply because of some attachment to something, I ran away.
  But isn't there something else wrong?
  I sighed deeply. Maybe it was because the silence was too long. Even Xiao Forty noticed something was wrong. He climbed onto the table lightly and stretched out his hand to touch my forehead.

The coolness touched my skin, and I realized that Xiao Forty was trying to smooth my forehead!
  I chuckled softly, took out a few more sticks of incense and gave them to the caring little forty point. My eyes passed over the white bones that were still on the ground, and an idea suddenly took shape in my mind.

Day two.

After a night's rest, I confirmed that my mental state had recovered to 70% to 80%. With money in my arms, I stood at the intersection to find out who was a carpenter or who could make coffins.

Of course I knew that the middle-aged man was a carpenter, but how could I come directly to the door? !

Isn't this just telling the other party with a clear face: I know you, I was at your house last night?

So even if everyone in the village doesn't like me anymore, I still have to ask, and I have to ask the new carpenter's home in the village.

But as we all know, in extremely closed villages, there are two types of people who are least welcome.

One kind is me who has offended the public.

The other type is outsiders.

The old carpenter and I had both of these, so I spent the whole morning asking around in the village, and then an older woman pointed out a place to me.

It was the old carpenter's house.

I thanked the old lady with satisfaction and walked to the house last night.

It seemed that a farmer's family lived here before. Now everything related to that family has been cleared away, and the ground floor has been cleaned again. Only a Luban lock no bigger than a fist is hung on the door panel.

The foyer was simple. When I knocked on the door and entered, I saw the ghostly middle-aged man I had seen last night sitting in the main room, shaving wood.

I hesitated for a few seconds, pretended to be timid, reached out and knocked on the door, trying to attract the middle-aged man's attention:
  "Uncle, people in the village say there are carpenters here and they can also make coffins. Is this the place?"

There were no lights in the dim hall, and the old, skinny carpenter, who was as dry as rotten wood, did not turn his head to the side. He only turned his cloudy right eye and looked at me, then lowered his head and was busy with what he was doing, without saying a word.

Great, didn't recognize me!
  My originally tense nerves relaxed a lot, and I just complained silently in my heart that this old carpenter was really boring and didn't know how to do business.

But before I could finish my rant, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the inner hall, and a vaguely tall figure walked quickly but steadily through the inner hall, finally opened the curtain and said warmly:

"The guests have been waiting for a long time. My father doesn't like to talk. If you need anything, please tell me."

Before I finished speaking, my eyes met with that person's, and it was like a direct collision.

The person who came here was about four or five years older than me, but he was much taller than me, about 1.89 meters tall.

The figure is tall and tall, and the eyebrows are elegant, like a Nanxiu landscape painting stained with light ink.

I don't know whether it was because he walked quickly from the back hall, or because the sunlight in the courtyard behind him was tilted, but his whole face had an intoxicating blush.     It turns out that this family is two carpenters!
  I only took one glance and felt that the little carpenter looked really scary. I quickly pretended to be shy and looked away, and started the inquiry I had planned yesterday:
  "Brother is so handsome. Are you a carpenter? I've never seen you before."

The young carpenter gave a short muffled laugh, put down the curtain, and using his long legs, he came to the table in the main room in a few steps, opened the cup and started pouring tea:
  "It belongs to a carpenter, a new carpenter in the village."

"It turned out that the man in this family was gone, and the child felt it was unlucky. We happened to come from other places to find a way to make a living, so he sold the store to my father at a low price."

What I said is pretty watertight.

But who exactly needs to come from the outside to make a living in such a poor mountain village? !

I was afraid that I couldn't help but sneer, so I quickly looked down at my shoes and twirled my fingers shyly.

The little carpenter tested the temperature with the back of his hand, handed the tea to me, and said warmly:
  "I just heard in the inner room that the little girl was ordering a coffin, right?"

"We are carpenters, and we can certainly do things with wood. I wonder how big a coffin we need?"

I am a junior, so I have always poured tea for others. It was rare for someone to pour tea for me, which really made me feel a little uneasy.

But then I thought about it, the other person didn't recognize me, I am also a customer now, I also have money to do business, I just have a sip of tea, what are I afraid of?

I took it steadily and said thank you:

"How big it is. It's hard to say. If possible, I can place a deposit today. Just give it to me as soon as possible."

The little carpenter nodded his head a few times with a smile on his face:
  "No, we are all fellow villagers. If we don't see you when you look up, how can you still run away?"

I shook my head repeatedly:
  "No, no, no, you still have to pay a deposit. What I want to order is really outrageous, and I'm afraid you won't make it for me—"

"I want to order about a hundred coffins."

After I finished speaking, not only the gentle young carpenter showed an expression of disbelief, but also the old carpenter who had been silent in the main room finally condescendingly glanced at me sideways.

It was at this glance that I saw clearly that the old carpenter's left eye was dull and lifeless, and it was obviously a prosthetic eye.

The little carpenter frowned slightly:
  "One hundred pairs? What happened?"

Why didn't you immediately suspect me of amusing them?

I was a little surprised that the little carpenter was too trusting, but I still omitted most of the things and simply told the story of the strangers who came to look for the abducted women and the simple folk customs here:
  "That's about it. It was then that I realized that the people in this village were unclean."

"I just happened to dig up corpses in my field a few days ago, so I thought I would simply collect the corpses for them and let them bury them in peace."

"Other people are afraid, but I always feel in my heart that my mother might be among those corpses. I'm not afraid."

The little carpenter's eyes were full of light, he looked at his father again, and then he smiled and agreed:
  "Okay, the little girl is kind-hearted, so we should be able to hurry up and get started."

I felt relieved immediately. Now that the matter of ordering coffins for the women was finished, the next step was...
  I reached out and took out the 10,000 yuan in cash that I had already prepared in my pocket, placed it on the table, and asked inadvertently:
  "This is the deposit. Can you please give me your name or proof? I can rest assured."

(End of this chapter)