Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 61 Long-term workers
  I immediately picked up the paper figurine in Gong Shuji’s hand and said in a deep voice:
  "Appreciate further details."

I have been in this industry not long ago, and I really don’t know many of the twists and turns.
  In the conscience of heaven and earth, I have absolutely no intention of harming the other party. I wish I could stay away from this father and son!
  Gong Shuji squinted his eyes, half-smiling but not smiling:

"I don't know. I'm just asking you?"

what?
  what?
  I had never noticed before that the little carpenter looked so white and black. Fortunately, I had a paper figure in my hand instead of a mirror, otherwise I would have been able to see my own completely black face now.

Gong Shuji chuckled:
  "You're just teasing Miss Bai, I see you don't always like to laugh."

"Although my father is not a good person, he also knows what it means to do things for one person and take responsibility for the other, and he will not embarrass the little white girl."

"As for what happened last night, just pretend it never happened. I will also tell him not to worry about it."

Just say that your father is not a good person?
  Make a big filial piety.

Perhaps my eyes were too strange, so Gong Shuji restrained his smile a little, but seemed to be giving some sincere instructions:

"My father can't be here forever. Maybe he will leave tomorrow, maybe he will leave in a few days."

"Just take care of yourself, don't come to him, and don't be afraid."

This is to make me less present in front of his father. If my sense of presence is weak, then the old carpenter can't find his second uncle and will leave naturally?
  I secretly wrote down Gong Shuji's words, nodded, and pushed open my courtyard wall:
  "Okay, thank you."

"I won't invite you to tea. I'll see you when you finish the coffin?"

Gongshuji naturally didn't lack for my sip of tea. He greeted me at the door, waved and turned around to say goodbye.

From the second day on, Gong Shuji would come to my door every day and place about five coffin boxes, also called urns.

Yes, because the coffin was bulky and my budget was really limited.

In the end, I decided to change the originally scheduled coffin to an urn. This was what Lu's father said when he buried the abducted woman. This made me change my mind: "It's cold and wet in the ground, it's better to light the way forward with fire."

The urns were delivered to Gong Shuji at dawn every day. Then I picked out a few pairs of spliced ​​bones, took the urns, and the paper arms I tied for them, and climbed to the bowl on the back hill. cave dwelling.

The daily process is pretty much the same.

Take a few 'mothers' with you and go to the Wan Cave Dwelling to 'roll call' to see if there are any ghost babies who want to go with this mother.

If there is, the ghost baby will take out his own bones, cry loudly and throw himself at his mother, and follow his mother on the road to death.

This is truly a ‘roll call’.

Moreover, it was so loud that all the ghosts were eagerly waiting for it. The roll call was like a lottery scene.

I looked up at hundreds of pairs of eyes crawling on the top of the cave, took out the last skeleton of the day from my backpack, and gently opened the bag to reveal a female skeleton with only a head, torso, and two hands.

Several terrifying screams immediately came from the stone wall, and several black and red figures rushed towards my door as fast as afterimages.

I have seen this scene too much in the past half month, and it is definitely not coming towards me.

I only took a step back and saw those ghost babies holding the skeleton, their mouths wide open, wailing, their cries piercing people's eardrums.

one two three four five six.
  It turned out that the abducted woman gave birth to six daughters.
  My eyes were sour and I didn't dare to look any further. I looked up at the ceiling again. After half a month, the number of ghost babies on the stone wall had decreased a lot, but there were still almost half of them.
  At this time, the ghost babies with red eyes were a little anxious to see their friends reunited with their mothers. Some of the ghost babies who had become familiar with me in the past few days and were more courageous climbed down the stone wall on their own. , began to dig through my backpack.

Only this time, they were destined to be disappointed.

The ghost babies couldn't find the bones, so they were so anxious that they shouted something with their mouths pursed, and from time to time they hugged and cried with their companions.

Yes, even if a mother has more than three children, the nearly a hundred women I have are not enough to take away half of the children in Guiying Cave. In the past half month, my daily routine has been to come and go with the expectant eyes of the ghost babies, and to go away with the disappointed eyes of the ghost babies. Every day starts over and over again.

Children who can wait for their mothers will hold their mothers' hands and walk towards a new life. Those who are left behind can only wait and long for their mothers tomorrow.

But today it's different.
  I cleared my throat, put aside the thoughts in my mind, and turned to the distended ghost baby who was the leader of a group of ghost babies:
  "Tomorrow should be the last day. There are only the last eight skeletons left."

The bloated ghost baby has been sleeping with his head in his hands for the past half month, and he never pays attention to these things, but when I said something today, he immediately woke up with red eyes:

"Tomorrow, no more?"

I nodded:
  "Tomorrow I will bring the last eight skeletons over to identify their relatives together, and then there will be no more."

The distended ghost baby was silent for a long time, and finally opened its big mouth full of blood and bones, and let out a low roar.

The ghost babies who heard this sound moved like a tide, and hundreds of ghosts cried together in sorrow.

I let out a long sigh in my heart, collected all the bones today, climbed out of the pit, and then lit a fire in the kiln's furnace to burn the bones. After waiting for a few long hours, I buried the urn in the ground.

After doing all this, it was getting late and I went back down the mountain.

According to what I told him yesterday, Gong Shuji has already finished the last eight boxes and is waiting at my door.

He has been rushing to work non-stop for the past half month, and his eyes are now a little green and black as he rushes, and the appearance that originally made my heart palpitate is no longer so scary.

But even so, when the afterglow of the sunset shines on him, there is still a faint afterglow.

In the past half month, I finally understood that this man is very different from his father.

This Gong Shuji really loves to laugh, has a gentle temper and a good nature.

If he was asked to rush the work, he would rush the work, if the order was changed, he would change the order, and he would work hard without complaining even if he was moving things that had nothing to do with him.

Now that we have gotten in touch with her, Gong Shuji can already enter her house and take a sip of tea.

But Gong Shuji never got permission to enter the house privately. As long as I was not at home, he was always waiting at the door.

The day before yesterday, I went to town to look at the house I got from the Zhu family. It took some time to prepare for the move, but it was already night when I came back.

Gong Shuji just waited quietly at the door, not in a hurry, and never left.

I raised my hand and waved, signaling that I would come back.

Gong Shuji put away the wooden file and puppet in his hand, and dusted off the sawdust on his body:
  "Miss Xiaobai is back? Did you go to town again today to talk about moving out?"

I nodded casually and opened the courtyard door:
  "It shouldn't rain tonight, just put it under the eaves."

Gong Shuji smiled bitterly:
  "A few days ago I was pretending to call him brother, but now he doesn't call me brother anymore."

Having said that, he moved things very quickly, and the eight urns were quickly placed neatly under the eaves.

I checked carefully that there were no mistakes, and just as I was about to settle the balance, I heard a sad sound coming from outside the courtyard:
  "Tell me, why don't you marry my nephew? It turns out that my family has found a 'permanent worker'!"

"Shameless thing, really shameless!"

(End of this chapter)