Although everyone calls him Lao Qian, this person is actually not old at all, and he only looks like he is in his twenties.

"Who's looking for me?"

Liu Mei glanced at Mu Chun.

"Old money, pay attention, don't make any money, I've had an accident recently."

There is no bargaining in this kind of business, let alone shopping around, what to say behind closed doors, Liu Mei doesn't care that Mu Chun hears it clearly in the store.

"Don't mention that, the kind of thing that has to do with crime is the most annoying, I won't be so unlucky, if I meet the second time, I won't do it, and it's quite profitable to sell tin foil."

"How long has it been since the man died?"

"If there are no dead people, I am unemployed, I have no job, and I want to learn a job where I can eat."

"You? What are you going to do? ”

"Yes, I have learned makeup, I still have the strength to move corpses, I can also cry, I can cry, I just listen to people in our hometown, this industry is profitable, especially in big cities, a silk shroud wholesale price is 90 yuan, and it can be sold for 1288 yuan."

Lao Qian squinted his eyes and the flesh on his face shook and trembled, this person is really bad, there is actually no meat on his body, but this face can be said to be horizontal and vertical.

In addition to being fat and a little black, this black is not slippery, and it is not like the kind of black that the sun is exposed to, and I always feel that there is a kind of smoke that has been smoked on the face and cannot be washed clean.

Smoked meats, yes, pretty much that's it.

The old money has a lot of Mu Chun, and the little eyes don't know what to see.

"Oh, learn from me, right?"

"yes, I don't have any money, I can't help it, I think I'll learn to open a store in the suburbs."

"You can speak the local dialect."

"Yes, there will be a lot, I can learn the local dialect quite quickly."

Lao Qian nodded, "It is an advantage to know the local dialect, the golden bamboo pole next door before, isn't it good to speak the local dialect, how much business I was robbed of by him." ”

"Boss, don't worry, I'm very good at speaking the local dialect, with the fake and the true, the fish and the dragon are confused, what the problem, what the problem."

Lao Qian was quite satisfied with this small worker sent to the door, and just when he wanted to ask Mu Chun how much salary he would pay a month was appropriate, someone next door shouted, "The boss is cutting?" ”

"Huh? In, in, in, oh, it's Lao Hu, the old lady is special? ”

The old man named Lao Hu pushed the bicycle and nodded, "I originally wanted to call Nong, so think about it, I also need to issue a certificate from the hospital, so I will come to help Nong Gangsang." ”

"Ah, oh, oh, yes, Masan is ancient."

Mu Chun agreed in the local dialect on the side.

Lao Qian looked at Mu Chun, who is also in his early thirties, and it is estimated that he really wants to learn to do business by himself, it seems that there will be no problem with paying less salary, and multiple people are not bad, so as not to always borrow Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang's child is not afraid of hardship, but he is too honest and brainless.

This is a dead man's business, how can a dead brain do it.

After Lao Qian said hello to Lao Hu and asked Lao Hu to go to the hospital quickly, he asked Mu Chun where his hometown was, how many people in the family lived, where they lived now, whether they were afraid to wear a shroud in the middle of the night, and they couldn't get up.

Mu Chun nodded his head, extremely sincere, as long as you take me in, I am willing to do anything.

No, now Mu Chun is in front of an old lady in her eighties, the old lady's body is still warm, it looks no different from falling asleep, the only difference is that she is not breathing.

Lao Qian glared at Mu Chun, "What do you mean you don't breathe?" The biggest difference between a dead person and a sleeping person is that the dead person will become cold and hard, so hurry up and change clothes. ”

It's time to change your clothes?

Lao Hu went to the hospital, and there was a younger son at home guarding his mother who had just passed away, and the youngest son said that he was not too young, and he was also in his fifties, and he was still lame, and he looked like his mother was dead anyway, and I couldn't do anything anyway.

Seeing that Mu Chun and Lao Qian were coming, he hurriedly introduced the bedroom, even if he did what he had to do.

Lao Qian has been doing this with his uncle since he was sixteen years old, because he looks rough and has strong hands, no one knows that it is a teenager who does mortuaries for his family.

"Do you have a hot towel, bring a basin of hot water, and wipe it for the elderly."

The youngest son glanced at Lao Qian, "I just wiped it before, and I just helped my mother figure out Sang." ”

"Oh, let's change it. I didn't choose a shroud before, I brought three sets, you see which set you want, the price is known. ”

"I don't know, you can do it, anyway, my mother said that 80,000 yuan is enough for her to be beautiful." The youngest son impatiently lit a cigarette.

When Lao Hu came back, Mu Chun had already helped the old lady change her number of shrouds.

"How many banknotes, Boss Qian's hands and feet are fast."

"Ah, didn't I say it before, 6888 a dragon in the first gear, anyway, candles or something, I'll help you get ready, the wreath will be sent immediately, basically the price of 12888 I'll give you 6888, slowly call the first seven or something, there are still a little things to be busy with, I'll help you get it right, and then remind you, stay up late or something, when will your eldest daughter come, after all, let's discuss, now it's not every family that keeps vigil, I'll help Nong contact the funeral home as soon as possible, and cremate it early."

"Ah, that's what I mean, we don't have so many rules now, that is, the old woman said that two people want to buy a joint tomb, and when the time comes, they will be buried together, and now that kind of tomb can still be bought, don't get to those cemeteries far away, I'm in my eighties, and I can't move."

Mu Chun followed Lao Qian's guidance to spread a black cloth and put candles, as if there was something missing?

"Boss, where's the photo?"

Lao Qian glanced at Mu Chun, and before he could speak, Xiao Zhang ran in, and got it right, the old grandmother was angry.

"Lao Hu, come and see, it's not bad, your work card is well kept, how old was Grandma at that time, in her forties?"

"Huh? It seems like yes, I can't remember that much, anyway, it's pretty good. ”

Lao Hu didn't look very sad, more tired.

After setting up the mourning hall, Lao Qian said that the store had gone back in advance, and Lao Hussei gave him a pack of cigarettes, and Lao Qian put it in his pocket.

After walking to the community, Lao Qian asked Mu Chun, are you afraid of wearing clothes?

Mu Chun shook his head, "I'm not afraid, I still want to wear it." ”

Old Qian slapped Mu Chun on the back of the neck.

"This industry is very profitable, isn't Taobao selling shrouds or something? I don't think the material of the clothes is really good, it doesn't look like silk. ”

"Phew, how can there be so many silk, silk is not suitable for burning, this dead man is going to burn, it is generally imitation silk, hurry back and contact the car, and let the car pick it up later."