Next door to Golden Scale Village, there is a small cow village.

There is a coffin shop in the village, the only one among the twenty-eight small villages near Zanglong Town.

Of course, there is also a coffin shop in the town, but the scale and price are so high that the poor dare not enter it at all.

This one in Maverick Village is relatively much cheaper, but the quality is a little unsatisfactory.

Although the villagers in the nearby villages are generally short-lived, the business of this coffin shop is not very good due to the sparse population.

Today, the owner of the coffin shop is sleeping in the shop as usual, the door is closed, and only a small gap leaks.

With a creak, the door was opened, and the cold wind rushed in, and the shop owner only felt the cold on his neck, and he was suddenly woken up from the chaise longue.

A figure appeared at the doorway.

The boss was completely sleepy, and he was about to scold in a trance, but he saw someone with a jade crown and a fluttering white dress, and his appearance and temperament were out of the ordinary.

He had a stirring spirit in his heart, and said secretly: I'm afraid this is not a rich customer.

He immediately changed his face, got up and bowed his hand and said with a flattering smile: "Your guest is coming, and you are not welcomed." ”

Mo Hansheng ignored him, looked indifferent, and stepped into the shop with his feet raised.

The boss didn't care, and the more arrogant he was, the more it showed that this person was extraordinary.

Don't they all say that rich people have weird tempers?

His attitude became more and more respectful and courteous, and he stepped forward and asked, "I don't know what your guests need, but there is a place where the little old man can do it for him?" ”

Mo Hansheng was depressed, and he didn't want to talk too much nonsense with him, so he said succinctly: "A coffin." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The boss immediately nodded, trotted to the left of the shop, and pointed to the few coffins in the shop, "The coffins in this shop are all made of fine golden silk nanmu......

He was so talkative that he boasted about it, and almost didn't boast about the coffin in his bed.

"But it's worth it......," he said, turning his eyes and rolling his eyes after he finished boasting, "it's worth it." ”

He stretched out five fingers at Mo Hansheng.

Mo Hansheng looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

The coffins in this shop look very ordinary, and even a little shoddy.

Where is this made of golden silk nanmu, it is clear that it is only ordinary cypress wood, and most of the people in the village use this kind of coffin.

Although Mo Hansheng had never bought a coffin before, he had also seen some people in the village go out of the funeral, where would he not recognize it?

However, he was not in the mood to worry about these things with the other party at this time.

Seeing that Mo Hansheng didn't respond for a long time, the shop owner was also muttering to himself in his heart whether the asking price was too high.

All the remarks he just made were learned from the shopkeeper of the coffin shop in the town to bluff people.

In fact, he himself knows a little about this business, and he only knows a little about it.

When he saw Mo Hansheng's appearance, he thought that the other party was also an expert, and his previous words failed to scare the other party at all.

With a smile on his face, he was about to say something like "I have a relationship with the guest officer, and the price is negotiable".

saw Mo Hansheng stretch out his hand and directly pressed a piece of silver on the lid of the coffin.

"One bite."

The boss looked at the coffin board, and he couldn't move it anymore.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, for fear that he would be dazzled by the mistake.

His heart was a little excited, his hands trembled, and he ran over and grabbed the ingot.

He wiped the silver ingot with his dusty sleeve, and then put it in his mouth and bit it again.

God, it's true!

His eyes when he looked at Mo Hansheng changed, and he secretly regretted in his heart that his previous asking price was still too low.

Dead man's money is really good.

He stretched out five fingers earlier, thinking that his asking price of five taels was too much.

Who knows, this man in white is even more excessive, he casually took out such a large ingot of silver, and roughly weighed it, how could he have twenty taels.

The shopkeeper suddenly smiled on his face: "I don't know who prepared this coffin for your guest, and if there are any other needs?" ”

"For whom?" When Mo Hansheng heard this, his eyes were a little gloomy, "For myself." ”

When the boss heard this, he was secretly shocked, and said in his heart: How could this person come to prepare a coffin for himself when he looks young and strong? If you don't have some incurable disease, you have a brain disease, right?

But when he thought about it, this is a generous God of Wealth, whether he is sick or not.

He laughed and said: "The guest officer said that he was joking, how could anyone prepare a coffin for himself by himself?" ”

Mo Hansheng stretched out his hand to press the lid of the coffin and said softly, "I'm afraid that my family forgot to prepare it for me." ”

The boss continued to laugh and said: "The guest officer is laughing again, how can this kind of thing be forgotten?" If it is said that the family is poor, or the relatives are afraid of spending money and refuse to buy, it is possible. ”

Mo Hansheng's eyes flashed, as if he was interested, and asked: "Over the years, there have been people nearby who, as you said, refused to buy coffins for their dead relatives. ”

"Yes." Speaking of this, the boss also found a conversation and complained, "There are several, especially the old Mo family in Golden Scale Village." Just over three years ago, less than four years ago, their second son was like this. I heard that he was a house slave in the town's Ning Mansion, and he was burned to death, and the old Mo family buckled it, and the straw mat was carried directly up the mountain, and a pit was dug next to the ancestral grave and buried. ”

When Mo Hansheng heard this, a little loss appeared on his face.

Really.

But I heard the shop owner say indignantly: "Just their family has caused me to lose two businesses." ”

Mo Hansheng's heart suddenly burst into his heart, and he asked, "Why are there two strokes?" ”

The boss said: "Because in the second year, Lao Mo's daughter-in-law also died, and it was also carried up the mountain with a roll of mats." ”

"What did you say!"

Mo Hansheng's voice was like thunder, and he punched through the lid of the coffin.

The boss was startled, looked at Mo Hansheng's gaze as if he was going to eat people, and couldn't help stammering: "Guest officer, this coffin is to be accompanied." ”

As soon as he said this, he regretted it a little, this ruthless man from nowhere was so violent, and punched the coffin lid out of a hole.

Although his coffin is not really made of golden silk nanmu, it is not made of tofu, and it can be crushed if it is pinched.

If this person is annoyed by the previous words, and he also gives such a punch to his heavenly spirit, the consequences are unimaginable.

Just when he was secretly panicking, he saw Mo Hansheng take out another ingot of silver the same size as before and put it on the lid of the coffin.

He tried his best to endure so that he would not break out: "It's just that I didn't expect that there are such ruthless and unrighteous people in the world, and you will talk to me about this matter in detail." ”

When the boss saw Yinzi, he immediately smiled, and left the broken coffin and Mo Hansheng's divine power behind.

He should echo Mo Hansheng's words: "Not really. If you want to say that this old ink is really not a thing. Just a few days after the youngest son died, he forced his daughter-in-law, who was already in her fifties, to have another one. Unexpectedly, in less than a month, this sister-in-law of the Mo family was really pregnant. It's just that she is too old and has poor body bones, so she died of dystocia when she gave birth in the second year. ”

Mo Hansheng pressed on the back of his hand on the coffin, and the green tendons erupted, showing signs of bursting at any time.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and finally suppressed all his anger in the bottom of his heart.

"Buy another bite." He threw down a silver ingot again, chose two intact coffins, stacked them on top of each other, and walked out of the shop with his shoulders on his shoulders.

The shop owner saw that his eyes were straight in the rear, this person was fighting two coffins weighing hundreds of pounds on one shoulder, where did he look like he was seriously ill and not far from death?

However, what did he have to do when he bought the two coffins, was it for the poor mother and son of the Mo family?

But does he know where the ancestral grave of the Mo family is?