The child's father stabbed him in the throat and asked the two family members to follow him to pull the carriage to the morgue, and the child's mother was still crying after the car. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The carriage had not gone far when a carriage carrying the coffin stopped. The carriage pulling the coffin was none other than the rich man of the rich family's coffin shop. When the rich man saw the village owner, he immediately jumped out of the carriage and saluted the village owner, saying, "The village master..." When the soldiers saw this, they immediately stepped forward to stop him, and one of them asked, "What are you doing?" ”

The village owner thought, "Could it be that he sent a coffin to Dashanmu?" "The owner of the village knows this man, and this man is the rich man of the rich family's coffin shop.

The rich man hurriedly replied: "Village master, I am here to deliver the coffin to the land." ”

The village lord said to the soldiers: "Don't stop him, let him speak." ”

When the soldiers heard this, they immediately retreated. The rich man bowed down and said, "Village master, my sister-in-law Shanmu went to my store and said that Brother Shanmu went out, and asked me to send a coffin to Brother Shanmu, I wonder if my Brother Shanmu is resting in the morgue?" ”

The village lord said: "Your brother Mu is there, you go and throw the coffin there." ”

The rich man sighed and said, "My brother Shanmu is in good health, and he dries wood every day, so why do you say that you will go out when you go out?" ”

The village lord also sighed and said, "Go ahead, send the wooden box to your brother Shanmu." ”

The rich man sighed again, this time he sighed not to sigh goodbye, but to sigh because he was worried that he would have to go a long way to pull wood in the future. After thinking about it, he said goodbye to the village master: "Village master, I'll go and send it to my brother Shanmu." ”

The village lord replied, "Go ahead." ”

"Okay." The rich man said this, and drove the carriage to the morgue.

Seeing that everything was fine, the village lord went back, and went back to the room to wonder why the housekeeper hadn't come back yet. When the lady saw him thinking there, she didn't speak, but sat in front of the mirror and traced her eyebrows and said, "What do you think?" ”

The village lord was still thinking there, but did not reply.

Seeing that he didn't reply, the lady asked again, "Why don't you speak, who is the child who died outside?" ”

The village lord said: "What do you ask, that child is not your land." ”

Since the marriage of the village owner and his wife, they have not known who has been sick, and they have not had children. Although I don't know whose fault it is, I think it may be because I can't do it, although I think I can't do it in my heart, but I say that the other party is not good. When the lady heard this, she saw that he was thinking about it, and she couldn't help but be overwhelmed, and after thinking about it, she asked again, "Who is that child, and what do you always think?" "She is more hearty than any other place, but more jealous.

The village lord replied, "Are you asking who the child is, or what do you think?" ”

When his wife heard this, she unconsciously became angry in her heart, and stopped her eyebrows, "What do you say I asked you?" ”

The village lord saw that his wife was dressed up and said angry to himself, and he didn't know what was wrong with her, so he asked, "What are you drawing?" ”

"Draw something, draw you seed." Seeing that he did not reply, the lady asked herself and scolded.

When the village lord heard this, he whispered loudly and loudly: "What's wrong with me!" ”

"What's wrong with you, you don't know yet?" The village owner's wife replied.

The village owner was also angry and scolded: "You chicken that doesn't lay eggs, who else are you scolding?" ”

"I don't lay eggs? You, you bastard! The lady threw down the pencil and got up and ran to bed.

When the village lord saw his wife, he ran to the bed, took off his coat, and said, "Today I will let you taste my power." He took off his coat and went over and threw himself on his wife.

"You bastard, what are you doing?" The wife of the village owner scolded from below.

"Be honest with me." The village lord went up to pick up his wife's clothes.

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But he said that the rich man of the rich coffin shop drove the carriage into the courtyard of the morgue, and heard the woman crying for her child, a man who looked like a child, and his father kept stabbing his finger in the throat. He looked at the carriage, which was covered by the quilt, and could not see the situation clearly, and said to himself: "Dead or not?" The rich man wanted to be sure, jumped out of the carriage, and came up to him and asked, "What is this cover?" ”

The child was so crying that he couldn't hear anyone. When the others heard this, they all looked at the rich man, and the family replied, "Inside is my shopkeeper's son." ”

This Ding did not say whether the son of the quilt was dead or alive, and the rich man was still unsure, afraid that it would be bad to say the word dead, so he asked euphemistically: "What's the matter, the child in the quilt is not dead?" "The rich man was afraid that it would not be good to say 'dead', so he euphemistically said 'not dead'.

The speaker replied, "His son, who was in charge of the store, is dead." ”

When the rich man confirmed that the child was dead, his business mind came up to him and asked the man who had been stabbing his throat like a child's father: "Are you the child's father, do you want a coffin?" ”

The child's father was thin, his face was sallow, his voice was small, and he poked his throat and replied, "Are you selling wood boxes?" ”

When the rich man heard this, he replied, "Ah, I am selling coffins." ”

The child's father poked his throat and said, "Where are you selling coffins?" ”

The rich man replied: "I sell coffins on Village South Street, and the shop is called Caijia Coffin Shop." ”

The child's father poked his throat and said, "Is there a coffin for the child?" ”

The rich man said, "Yes, there are many lands, how many do you want?" ”

The child's father poked his throat and said, "Come on, just plug my son." ”

"Gotcha." The rich man shouted, thought for a while, leaned in front of the car and looked at the quilt and said, "How big you are, let me see, I can tailor it for him." ”

The child's father poked his throat and said, "Okay, I'll open it for you to see how big my son is." ”

The boy said, stabbing his throat with one hand, and lifting the quilt with the other, and the quilt was completely removed, so that his son was all exposed. The servant stepped forward and looked at his son, but did not speak. The child only cried and didn't say anything. The two of them watched from the sidelines.

The rich man looked up and down and said, "Well, I think I can figure out the size in my heart." He did not know how the boy died, so he asked, "How did your son prepare the land?" ”

The child's father poked his throat, looked at his son, sighed, and said, "Accidentally died." ”

"Accidentally died?" The rich man asked himself, and then asked, "Why did you die accidentally?" ”

The child's father poked his throat, sighed, and replied, "I accidentally fell into the well and died." ”

The rich man listened, "Isn't this nonsense? Although it was nonsense, he also knew how his son died, and he must have drowned if he fell into the well. The rich man was curious about something, and he didn't know why the child's father kept stabbing his throat, and he didn't know if the child's father was uncomfortable in the throat or in the hand. He asked, "Why do you keep stabbing your throat?" ”

The father poked his throat and replied, "I have a little problem with my throat." I think you're fine, and you can't tell if you're sick. ”

"So there's something wrong with your throat?" Then the rich man said, "Why do you call me very good, and I can't see that I am sick?" ”

The child's father stabbed him in the throat and said, "I mean, you don't look sick." ”

When the rich man heard this, he replied, "Am I not sick?" As soon as he finished speaking, the rich man thought to himself, "Ah! This kid's father, stabbing me in the throat, actually wrapped me in. ”