314.Chapter 314: The Coffin of the Nine Sons (34)
Hearing this, I directly ignored the previous content, and kept thinking of a new term in my heart, Du Disk? What is it?
I asked the doubts in my mind.
Jiang Ye smiled awkwardly and said, "I forgot that you are just doing funerals in the countryside, and you haven't reached our level yet, so you don't know what the dish is." β
As he spoke, Jiang Ye took out a wooden thing from his waist, the size of a palm, dark red, a bit like the head token in the play.
"This is my degree plate, only if it is recognized by the state, such a thing will be issued to you, which is your second ID card." Jiang Ye handed me the disc, as if he was worried that I would damage his disc, and he specially greeted, "Light, don't break it, it's very troublesome to remake this thing." β
I took the thing and looked at it, this wood seems to be sandalwood, and the content engraved on it is very simple, carver, Jiang Tiansheng. On the back is a party emblem with several small characters engraved underneath, People's Republic of China.
To be honest, I was a little disappointed, I thought the disc was such a great thing, but I didn't expect that it was just a wooden plaque with a few words engraved.
I muttered, "If I'm interested tomorrow, I'll find someone to make a copy." β
"Xiao Jiu, I advise you not to do this, once someone finds out, it will be like making counterfeit money, you will be sentenced, whether it is the death penalty, or the kind of immediate execution." Jiang Ye said with a cautious face: "Young people must not be greedy for fun, if you get some fake things, you will get into trouble." β
"Cut, I'll go find someone to get one tomorrow, pretend to use it, and use this in the future." Guo Fatzi, who had been listening, suddenly interjected.
"Little fat man, I'm not kidding you." Jiang Ye's face changed, he snatched the dish from my hand, and said, "Ordinary people don't dare to imitate this thing, and even if it is imitated, it can't be so realistic." β
As he spoke, Jiang Ye pressed the back of the dish, and he didn't know what was going on, and a thumb-sized thing popped out of it, a bit like the phone card we usually use.
He took out the thing and raised it, and said: "This records my name, age, affiliation, what tombstones I have made in my life, as well as the time and events of the awarding of the degree. β
After speaking, he put the thing into the dish again and said, "If you want the funeral customs of the ancestors to be passed on, it depends on whether you can enter the Metaphysical Association." Your current task is to get the degree, and this old hero's funeral is a wedge. β
In the past, when I was doing funerals in the countryside, I knew that the dead were going to do it, and if I wanted to do the funeral, I just went to handle it, and I never thought that there were so many famous halls in it, let alone that there was such a thing as a dish.
Come to think of it, some dignitaries have died, and the people who handle their funerals are all very powerful, and I am definitely not qualified to handle their funerals. Just like the funeral of the old hero, the old lady asked me to find the grave, probably because of the disc.
To put it bluntly, I am just a bun, I can't get on the faΓ§ade, the old hero is a well-known anti-Japanese hero, let me be a little-known country coffin bearer to handle the funeral, isn't this Chi Guoguo's insult to the old hero?
Thinking of this, I feel very bitter in my heart, in the past, I thought about the funeral too simply, and this social hierarchy is obvious.
Writing this, I suddenly remembered that in the 90s, we Hunan people went to work in a certain city, and at that time we needed to check something called a temporary residence permit, and if we didn't have this temporary residence permit, we had to squat.
Actually, I really want to say that it is not easy for us Hunan people to work in other places, **** night and night for a certain city construction, how much of those silt are cleaned up by our Hunan people, how many of those high-rise buildings are built by our Hunan people, and how many of those hard work are done by our Hunan people.
And what we Hunan people can exchange for is only the money that is not enough to spend, and we have to be given a discriminatory nickname by the locals, 'Lao Zai'. This may be the social situation at that time! I really hope that those locals will not discriminate against us migrant workers, and we also want to stay in our hometown, but we are forced to leave our hometown because we need to survive.
It's a bit far, let's get down to business.
Jiang Ye saw that my expression was a little sad, so he said: "Xiao Jiu, people are alive and in the midst of struggle, and only through step-by-step efforts can you get what you want or ideals." β
I muttered softly, didn't speak again, and the scene fell silent.
After about three minutes of silence, Jiang Ye patted me twice on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "I believe that you can find the tomb, think about the worst, even if you don't get the disc this time, it will leave a good mark on Zhongnanhai, which will be of great benefit to you in the future." β
I nodded and asked him, "Does Wang Muyang have a disc?" β
After asking this, I regretted it, that Wang Muyang was already a member of the Metaphysics Association, how could he not have a degree.
Jiang Ye stared at me for a while, and said in a deep voice: "He has a unique degree plate, the coffin bearer, Wang Muyang." β
I paused for a moment and said, "It's a very ordinary degree dish, where is it unique?" β
He smiled and said: "There are three hundred and sixty lines in China, and there are many industries in metaphysics, such as fortune tellers, Mr. Yin and Yang, Mr. Feng Shui, Mr. Xiangmian, etc., but there is no such thing as a coffin bearer, so Wang Muyang is an industry set up by the state." β
Hearing him say this, I thought about it for a while, and it seems that this is really the case, the coffin bearer and his party are just a self-proclaimed statement by our insiders, and have not been recognized by outsiders or the government.
"Xiao Jiu, because of the particularity of the industry, it is very difficult for you to get the degree plate of the coffin bearer." Jiang Ye sighed and said.
I hummed, clenched my fists, and didn't speak, then Wang Muyang can get the coffin bearer's degree, and I must be able to, the same person, not necessarily he is better than me.
Of course, this is a reason for self-comfort, and the harsh reality is that there is no difference between people.
Subsequently, Jiang Ye beckoned me to pay attention to safety, not to be in a hurry, to put safety first, and left with a sack, presumably to find the tombstone.
The three of us were stunned for a while, to be honest, the three of us first came to Quyang, not to mention the eastern foothills of Taihang Mountain, that is, where Taihang Mountain is, we don't know.
When Jiang Ye's back disappeared from our sight, Guo Fatzi spoke first, and he said: "Ninth brother, isn't it a bit unkind for Jiang Ye to leave our third brother here?" β
"Fat brother, don't talk nonsense, Jiang Ye is testing our ability to survive by doing this, if we can't even find Taihang Mountain, how can we find a tomb, and how can we get a degree disc, let alone enter the Metaphysical Association." Stammering and talking to the side.
"So what now? Just rely on these two broken rulers to find the graveyard of the old hero? This is not to let the flower girl take off her own slits, obviously impossible! Guo Fatzi muttered.