Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed out of the crowd, and bowed to all four directions.

He bowed to Manager Wu and Taoist Lin Jiu.

Taoist Lin Jiu nodded calmly.

Others were only concerned with pleasing Manager Wu, and basically ignored him.

Bai Yu was first satisfactory in terms of politeness.

Taoist Lin Jiu took the initiative to ask:

"My friend, what are your specialties?"

Bai Yu confidently replied:

"I am good at playing the suona."

"A song "The Big Funeral" is dedicated to the audience friends present."

He took a deep breath and played the suona.

When the suona sounded, parents raised them in vain.

A song that broke my heart, where can I find a soulmate in the world.

The melodious sound of the suona suppressed the noisy crowd.

The sad melody aroused the sorrow in everyone's hearts.

Some people's eyes were red, and I didn't know whether they thought of their deceased parents or their married lovers.

After the song ended, the place was silent, and everyone was silent for a long time.

Taoist Lin Jiu nodded repeatedly and sighed:

"Sad but not sad, worrying about the past, the sound of suona even has a little soul-soothing effect."

"This kid was born to do this job."

He asked again:

"Little brother, I see that you have abundant blood and qi, have you practiced martial arts?"

Bai Yu nodded:

"The Taoist has a keen eye, I have indeed practiced a few farming tricks."

Taoist Lin Jiu nodded repeatedly:

"I have practiced martial arts, have abundant blood and qi, and I am very confident and courageous."

"The most rare thing is that this suona song is almost perfect, comparable to the funeral master."

Manager Wu on the side heard it and had an idea in his mind.

It can be seen that Taoist Lin Jiu admires this suona boy very much.

This boy is indeed very good, and can be said to be the best candidate for the miscellaneous work of the charity cemetery.

Even if all these hundreds of people were selected, it would probably be this suona boy who would be selected.

In this case, it would be better to give Lin Jiu a face.

He would also save himself from being exposed to the wind and sun outside. Wouldn't it be more fun to go to Chunfeng Tower to find someone to relax his muscles?

He said:

"Since Taoist Lin Jiu likes it very much, there is no need to select again. Let's just choose this suona boy."

Bai Yu was overjoyed and bowed to Manager Wu and Taoist Lin Jiu.

Others in the field were extremely disappointed, and hundreds of people started to make a fuss.

Some knew that they were not as strong as Bai Yu, and left dejectedly.

Some shouted that it was unfair. They did not dare to question the four people who entered through the back door, but only dared to envy Bai Yu who entered by his own ability.

And those who originally planned to enter through the back door, but resented Bai Yu, thinking that he had taken their place.

Everyone was about to start a quarrel, but Wu Guanshi slammed the table and shouted coldly:

"Why are you quarreling? If you continue to quarrel, you will have no place to bury your dead."

This sentence immediately stunned everyone in the scene.

Everyone left reluctantly.

Wu Guanshi stood up slowly and stretched:

"Master Lin, this kid will be handed over to the charity cemetery. I am exhausted today. I have to go to Chunfeng Tower to relax."

After that, Wu Guanshi left with a few servants.

Master Lin ordered a servant named Zhu Tong to take Bai Yu to settle down.

This Zhu Tong's nickname is Bailingtong, and he is very good at dealing with things.

After a few words, he became familiar with Bai Yu and called him a brother, which reduced the strangeness in Bai Yu's heart.

"Brother Bai, take the ID card and this set of menial clothes. You will be a member of our charity cemetery from now on."

Bai Yu took the clothes and ID card and said:

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Tong, but there is one thing I don't understand. Can I ask you for help?"

Zhu Tong said:

"Brother Bai, if you don't understand anything, just ask."

Bai Yu said:

"Didn't we recruit five people this time? Where are the others besides me?"

Zhu Tong smiled and said:

"You don't understand this. They just take the money but don't work. They just register in the charity cemetery."

He said to Bai Yu mysteriously:

"Brother Bai, let me tell you, our charity cemetery has more than 50 staff members. Guess how many people there are now?"

Bai Yu hesitated:

"The charity cemetery is so big, it looks like there are hundreds of rooms, there should be at least 30 or 40 people."

Zhu Tong shook his head:

"You are still too young. The charity cemetery should have 56 people, but there are only 6 people, and one is just asking for money."

"The others don't have to work. There is a saying that goes 'If you manage things, don't manage them, and if you work, don't work.'"

"The ones who are really busy are us errand boys."

Bai Yu was shocked.

This is too outrageous. It turns out that only a small number of people have been left.

At this time, Zhu Tong led Bai Yu to a hall and said:

"This is where Wu Dewu, the secretary, works. He is in charge of the monthly salary and other things."

"Go to him to get a set of bedding and take up a room."

He pulled Bai Yu and reminded him in a low voice:

"Wu Mazi is the nephew of Wu Guanshi, nicknamed Bad Wu, you should be careful."

Bai Yu entered the hall and saw a pockmarked man, who was also very fat, just like a smaller version of Wu Guanshi.

At this time, he squinted his eyes and lay on the rocking chair.

On the table next to him, a pot of tea was brewed, and the tea fragrance was strong.

Bai Yu had some impression that the one who was busy around Wu Guanshi before seemed to be this bad Wu with pockmarks on his face.

Bai Yu stepped forward and bowed, saying:

"Wu Guanshi, I am Bai Yu, a new handyman, come here to check in and get a set of bedding."

Wu De slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Bai Yu.

He first took a sip from the small teapot beside him, then said lightly:

"It's a pity that there are no beddings here. You should go out and buy a few sets to make do."

"Wait until the money is allocated from above, and then give it to you."

Zhu Tong said on the side:

"Secretary Wu, then you can approve a room for Brother Bai to settle down first?"

Wu De glared:

"The rooms are all public, how can you approve them to others casually?"

"If you occupy public property and the superiors blame you, can you afford it?"

Bai Yu understood after hearing this.

The recruitment advertisement said that accommodation was included, and this wicked Wu changed his mind at the last minute, just to get some money.

The King of Hell is easy to mess with, but the little ghosts are hard to deal with. Such villains are everywhere.

Bai Yu took out a string of copper coins from his pocket and said:

"Officer Wu, I came here in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts. This little money is for you to have a cup of tea."

Wu De weighed it casually and estimated that there were two or three hundred coins.

He then smiled and seemed to remember something:

"I just remembered that twenty more quilts were sent down a few days ago. They are in the utility room. You can pick one."

"By the way, there are many houses in our charity cemetery for receiving relatives and friends who come to the funeral. Usually no one lives there."

"Xiao Bai, go to the Renzi courtyard and pick one. This is also for more convenient work."

With the nod of the evil Wu, Bai Yu settled down.

He picked a relatively remote courtyard to facilitate martial arts practice in the future.

That night, Bai Yu looked at the moon outside the window and looked forward to it:

"The funeral will start tomorrow, and the happy life will begin."

Thinking of the endless funeral rewards, Bai Yu was very happy.