It is important to bury the old gentleman, but Ai Xiaoluo still thinks about one more important thing: that is, the treasure of the beamless hall left by their ancestors.

The news of Zhang Zhiye's death became the number one news in the village. His life and death have always been the focus of attention of the whole village, and he is the first in the village to never live to be 135 years old.

Ai Xiaoluo's greatest concern is not to make a dojo for Zhang Zhiye, but to make a coffin for the corpse.

I remember that when Zhang Zhiye had just choked his breath, Ye Wangquan, the owner of the Ye family's coffin shop, was looking for a coffin for the dead. This is very novel, usually people choose coffins when they are alive, Ye Wangquan seems to have exclusive cheats or superhuman skills, and he can guess Zhang Zhiye's choice for coffins.

The coffin is chosen, but who will pay for it? A coffin made of Hainan Huanghuali costs more than 100,000 yuan. Zhang Zhi also lived in poverty and dressed simply, and his family would not have so much money.

He called Qiu Zhongren to tell him about the matter, and Qiu Zhongren spread his hands: "I can't get so much money." In fact, I don't need to spend money to live in the cemetery, and the food is given by the villagers. Hey, by the way, the old gentleman always made a dojo for people during his lifetime, didn't he collect money? ”

Mao Si came over and said: "I only charge 80-100 yuan for doing a dojo, and I don't see how he spends it, so I sent it to Qingfeng Nunnery." ”

Ai Xiaoluo thinks he is telling the truth.

Because Zhang Zhiye and Guanjue Shitai used to be lovers, although they have been separated for many years, it is normal for the two to help each other a little bit in life.

"Let's go to the coffin shop and ask, see if the boss can get a discount, and you can get a discount!" Ai Xiaoluo pulled Qiu Zhongren and walked towards the Ye family's coffin shop.

Qiu Zhongren plucked a pheasant tail feather from the top of his head: "There are many kinds of coffins, wood, color, what color did Zhang Lao Immortal choose?" ”

Ai Xiaoluo said: "The color of the coffin Boss Ye has already been selected, and Hainan Huanghuali ......"

"Huh...... , Hainan Huanghuali coffin can only be used by kings and princes, Zhang Lao Immortal is poor, forget it, just find a coffin to bury. He turned to walk back.

"Hey, don't go, let's go and see first, it's really not good, let's change the coffin."

The two walked to the Ye family's coffin shop, the courtyard door was closed, two white lanterns hung in front of the door, black tassels, and the glazed tiles on the courtyard wall were black and white. Whether the Ye family does coffins or paper work, they never let outsiders look at it. I don't know if they are afraid of the craftsmanship being passed on, or if the production process is incredible, anyway, the villagers have never seen their family make a complete coffin.

Ai Xiaoluo was just about to stretch out his hand to open the door, Qiu Zhongren sniffed it, and immediately stopped: "Don't go to the front door first!" The yard tastes weird! ”

Ai Xiaoluo also smelled a strange smell, like the smell of a roast shop, and he smiled: "Is Boss Ye from a roast shop?" ”

Qiu Zhongren's face was gloomy: "Master, this is by no means the taste of a roast house. I've lived in cemeteries all my life and know the smell of corpses! No matter what kind of fresh corpse, dried corpse, rotten corpse will give off a different smell. ”

He looked at Qiu Zhongren again, this intersex person not only had a gender misalignment, but also had a dog's nose.

He asked rhetorically, "Why do you smell corpses when you don't dig up graves?" ”

Qiu Zhongren sneered: "Hmph...... The smell of corpses is not smelled during the day, only at night, in the dead of night...... You're lying on fresh soil...... Wow, it tastes so good! It was a treat! Some tell you about their grievances, and some tell you about their love...... It's so interesting to talk to them, and after a long time, you will feel like you can't stop it......

Ai Xiaoluo was chilled, and he quickly interrupted: "Stop...... Master Qiu's professional kung fu should be kept for himself. ”

Ai Xiaoluo tapped the door a few times.

A crisp girl came: "Who?" ”

"I'm Ai Xiaoliu."

The black lacquer door opened, Ye Bing was overjoyed when he heard the voice he hadn't seen for a long time, his eyes were like a pool of autumn water, bent into two crescents, and looked at him shyly: "It turns out that the mage is here, please come in." ”

"Is Uncle Ye at home? I asked him something. ”

Ye Wangquan was painting on Huanghuali's coffin. Hearing someone coming, he put down the paint bowl in his hand, sat there motionless, and asked with a calm face, "What is the matter with me?" ”

Ai Xiaoxiao glanced at the coffin he had just painted, this coffin was majestic, the whole body was painted with gold powder into two golden dragons, and the head of the coffin was made into the shape of two dragon heads and two dragons out of the water. The high relief of sea yellow is difficult to make, but Ye Wangquan made it vivid.

Ai Xiaoluo has been to the dojo many times, but the coffin that was buried at any time is not as magnificent as this coffin, and it is not as particular about the materials.

"Uncle Ye, this coffin is custom-made for the old gentleman?"

Ye Wangquan patted the coffin with his hand: "This is what was made for him." ”

"How much does a good Huanghuali coffin cost?"

Ye Wangquan thought for a while: "The wood alone used 2.5 cubic meters. The price of Hainan Huanghuali is calculated by grams, and the coffin is about 30 to 400,000 yuan. ”

Ai Xiaoluo was shocked! It was thought that this coffin would not exceed 200,000 at most. As a result, it soared to 400,000 all at once.

Qiu Zhongren screamed as if he had been stung by a scorpion: "Oh, why do you have so much money? ”

Ai Xiaoluo gave Qiu Zhongren a look and continued: "Mr. Zhang has no children and no daughters in his life, he can't come up with so much money to bury him at once, so let's choose a ...... for him."

Ye Wangquan shook his hand impatiently: "You guys go out, this coffin is for free to Mr. Zhang!" ”

Ye Wangquan's generosity stunned the two of them! Such a valuable thing, and the production process is particularly complicated, it was given to Zhang Zhiye for free? This left them puzzled.

In the past 100 years, no one in Huaping Village has used such a precious coffin to bury corpses.

Qiu Zhongren's eyes were sneaking around looking for the source of the special smell, and suddenly his eyes stayed on the paint bowl that Ye Wangquan used to work!

"What's in it for you?" Qiu Zhongren asked.

Ye Wangquan picked up the bowl disapplausively: "Is this what you are talking about?" The paint bowl used for gold painting, of course, is filled with paint. ”

Qiu Zhongren immediately expressed his disbelief, he stood up and walked to Ye Wangquan: "Isn't it?" The bowl was not gold-painted, translucent amber oil. ”

Ye Wangquan said: "Have you ever heard of clear oil? This is the clear paint that exposes the surface of the wood grain, transparent. ”

Qiu Zhongren leaned his nose over and sniffed. A shrill laugh: "Hehe, how can you hide this trick from a three-year-old child?" ”

Ye Bing suddenly looked nervous: "Dad, my mother called you to eat." ”。

Ai Xiaoluo heard the mystery, yes, it must be the oil specially developed by Uncle Ye's superb craftsmanship, right?

This sentence seemed to wake up suddenly, and Ye Wangquan said: "You have no right to know what I use in the process of making coffins." ”