Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"With your words, grandpa feels much more comfortable."

"Zhong Hai, grandpa's life is not long. After grandpa passes away, you should take care of him."

Song Qingshan still calls himself a grandfather.

Yi Zhonghai didn't feel awkward at all next time, the old man's words meant to be a pity.

It seems that this time is really over.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be like an enemy like him, who was soft and asked to explain his funeral.

"You can go at ease, Grandpa. After you leave, the people in the yard will definitely help take care of you."

Yi Zhonghai nodded solemnly.

Then we chatted in the room for a while, and called out more than a dozen times to grandpa.

Only then did he leave the Song family.

Immediately after returning, I told everyone the good news.

A group of people left happily.

I can sleep soundly tonight.

however.

Early the next morning, the sun had just emerged, and the fire saw old man Song come out to bask in the sun.

Full of energy, how can he look like a dying person?

"Returning to the light, it is definitely a return to the light, old man Song, have you ever basked in the sun before?"

"Maybe I want to see the sun for the last time."

"Made, is he dead or not?"

Everyone felt extremely uncomfortable. Didn't Master Yi say that he was about to die last night?

Why do you still come out to bask in the sun like a normal person?

In this way, two more days passed.

The good news never came from old man Song, and the people in the courtyard lived in torment every day, impatient and uncomfortable.

Why isn't the old guy dead yet?

This morning.

A tractor stopped at the entrance of the alley, and a coffin B was pulling in the backyard.

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"My God, the coffins are all here."

"This is really a long drought and rain, a great joy."

"Big morning, great joy."

"Hahaha, let's go, go and have a look."

Two days ago, people in the courtyard saw Song Qingshan coming out to bask in the sun, and he was in good spirits.

One by one was depressed.

I feel as uncomfortable as a cat scratching, I can't eat well every day, and I can't sleep.

I can't even eat the big white steamed buns.

just now.

A tractor was parked at the entrance of the alley, with a coffin behind it.

After everyone in the courtyard knew the news.

It was as if they had been spat with chicken blood, and they all ran over to watch in a swarm.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this coffin is really magnificent."

"Old man Song is really willing to pay for himself. He should have saved a lot of coffins over the years."

"The coffins have been pulled over, the old guy is going to kick his legs these two days."

"You can't say so full of words, but it should be soon. I guess I'm just holding my breath and waiting for the coffin."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Everyone in the courtyard was elated and looked around the coffin again and again.

Look at the happy look of these people.

The owner of the coffin shop felt a little nervous. Is there something wrong with this group of people?

How could he be happier seeing the coffin than his mother seeing his own father.

"Hey, this lumber is really strong to knock."

Sha Zhu knocked on the coffin with his hand, but there was no sound.

"Hey, don't move around, you won't be able to afford it if you break it."

The coffin shop owner immediately glared at him.

"Isn't it just a coffin? I still can't afford it." Silly Zhu was unconvinced when he heard this.

"Can you afford five or six hundred?"

The coffin shop owner asked back.

"Five or six hundred?"

"Oh my god, is this bloody made of gold?"

"Old man Song is really rich."

"It's just a selfish old man who spent all his savings over the years on this coffin, leaving those five or six children behind. What will he eat in the future?"

"Eat the "April [-]" coffin board."

"Shut up, Qin Huairu is here."

Although the people in the courtyard were shocked by the price of the coffin, most of them were cursing Song Qingshan.

Just scolded a few words.

Seeing Qin Huairu walking from the gate of the courtyard, everyone also shut up.

Qin Huairu saw the coffin from afar.

I feel very uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Song, you're here, do these people have enmity with your family?

See Qin Huairu.

The owner of the coffin shop hurried up to greet him, and he asked angrily.

I have been in the funeral business for so many years.

He had never seen anyone so close to the coffin, so he guessed that this group of people had an enmity with the master.

No wonder.

It doesn't look like this courtyard is a place where rich people live, but this family named Song can spend such a large price on this coffin.

Obviously much richer than other people in the courtyard.

That must be jealousy.

"Well, they are all enemies of our family." Qin Huairu hummed lightly.

"No wonder."

The coffin shop owner shook his head, then followed Qin Huairu into the yard to see where the coffin was placed.

Final location selected.

It was placed in an open space in the backyard near Song Qingshan's house.

After the boss of the coffin shop arranged it.

Put a few pieces of tall wood on the ground, and then ordered several coffin bearers who came along to carry the coffin in.

It's the road from the entrance of the alley to the backyard.

It took almost two or three hours, because the coffin was so big and heavy.

Be careful when entering the hallway.

Once bumped into, don't say that you need wages, you can't afford to lose your family and property.

noon.

The coffin landed safely in the backyard, among the residents in the backyard.

Although I felt awkward seeing this coffin.

But when he thought that the old guy would lie down in two days, he held back his breath.

"It's really unlucky, those who are old don't die quickly."

Aunt II stood at the door and cursed in a low voice.

"You woman, please don't scold me a few words. Didn't you wash enough clothes last time?"

"Just swear at home with the door closed."

Hearing his wife's scolding, Liu Haizhong was startled while sitting on the chair, and quickly yelled.

Old man Song is a good guy.

In case he heard it.

This is another fucking disaster, Liu Haizhong has become a frightened bird now.

I dare not speak loudly at home every day.

And it has been many days since I dared to hit my son, both hands are itchy.

He was also afraid that the old man would come to him if he made a noise.

that's it.

Because of the coffin, the people in the yard were happy for another two days.

however.

Also happy for two days.

The third morning.

"Oh my God, how did I see the old man go out for a walk on his bicycle again? Is he still dead or not?"

"The coffin has been pulled back, so what's the trouble?"

"What are you panicking, come back to the light."

"I'm going to go back to your mother's light, this nima has been back for almost a week."

"Hey, I'm tired, I love you to death."

"Such a good coffin, if no one dies, I'd fucking like to jump into it."

In the morning, the people in the yard saw Song Qingshan riding his bicycle, staggering out of the yard.

All feel tired.

In the past two days, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't eat well. I was waiting for the old man to die before eating well.

One by one with dark circles under their eyes.

He looked thinner than before, since the day the old man was bedridden.

The whole person is physically and mentally haggard.