The movement of the golden coffin made me very excited.

I turned back to the coffin and looked up and down at the somewhat 'grumpy' golden coffin.

The shaking was so violent, for about ten seconds, that the two benches almost fell apart.

After calming down, a yellowed ancient book fell from the coffin, nearly knocking over the ever-bright lamp.

Looking at the ancient book on the ground, I suddenly understood.

The skills of the ancestors to make a living should have been obtained through this way.

In other words, the craft of making a living should also be in this ancient book.

On the cover of the ancient book reads: "Daqianyin Rice Record".

In other words, this book contains all the yin rice and all the trades of the ten gates?

If I take it, I will be able to become a well-versed Mr. Yin and Yang in the whole industry.

"I don't study, and you don't want to take my life."

I snorted and turned to leave the cellar.

Locking the cellar door, I climbed the stairs to my room.

This room used to be occupied by my grandfather, but now it belongs to me.

It was noon, and I walked into the courtyard rubbing my rumbling belly.

The yard of the old house is not small, but the location is not very good.

It is located in the back mountain of the village, with a radius of 500 meters, and there is not a single family.

In order to start this coffin shop, my father spent all his savings.

In order to take care of my mother's funeral, I sold my family's original house.

Now I have all my belongings in this old mansion and a dozen coffins inside.

I still have a dozen dollars and a broken motorcycle left.

If this coffin can't be sold, it will be difficult for me to support myself in the future.

The coffin business is a very passive business.

I only have a business when I am dead.

I went to the kitchen and took out the leftovers from the morning meal, which were enough to eat for two days.

While I was having a hot meal, I found a history textbook from junior high school, and after a while of calculations, I finally got the result.

The fourth year of Xianping was 1001.

It's been 2001 now, no more, no less, exactly a thousand years.

Is it a coincidence?

Or is it a great mission given to me by the new era?

It's outrageous.

What's even more outrageous is that I can't even go to anyone to ask right now.

Because I don't understand anything.

The only thing I can understand is probably the ancient book that fell from the golden coffin.

While eating, I kept thinking about it.

It seems that the words at the bottom of the coffin are not entirely groundless.

It's really the day when Huirou wakes up, and a hundred ghosts rob their relatives, so the villagers really want the people to be miserable?

Although my ancestors have eaten yin rice for generations, they have also done things that have benefited the yang world.

If it falls to my generation, I can't disgrace my ancestors.

At least, it can't be because of this Hui Rou, and the people of the whole village will be harmed.

To solve this problem, I have to find her descendants and pick her up before Huirou wakes up.

And the top priority is to figure out on which day Hui Rou will wake up.

That ancient book may tell me the answer.

After eating, I was ready to go down to the cellar again.

There was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

A soft female voice came in:

"Excuse me, is the boss there?"

Mandarin is standard, apparently from the city.

"Who?"

I responded as I ran to open the door, thinking to myself that business had come to my door.

When I opened the courtyard door, I was stunned.

Standing in the doorway was a young girl dressed stylishly and sexy.

Straight waist-length hair, a red one-piece hip skirt, tightly wrapped her ketone body, highlighting the perfect curves.

The neckline of the skirt is designed to be very sexy, revealing her elegant collarbone and part of her plump snow-white ......

Paired with black silk and a pair of black high heels, it looks like a sexy stunner.

But what stunned me was not her sexiness, but her facial features.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains, the eyes are like autumn water, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are like petals.

It was exactly the same as the woman carved on the golden coffin.

The only difference is that there is no beauty mole at the center of her eyebrows.

This, is this the descendant of Huirou?

It's that simple?

Seeing that I was staring at her in a daze, the girl reached out and shook it in front of me:

"Excuse me, you're the boss?"

"Ah......h

I came back to my senses and quickly nodded:

"Yes, you are a descendant of Huirou?"

"Huirou? Are you talking about Princess Huirou of the Southern Song Dynasty? The girl tilted her head and looked at me suspiciously: "You also study history?" ”

I shook my head:

"I'm not, can you please tell me more about her."

"Of course."

The girl said uninvited, and while looking at the coffin in the courtyard, she said carefully:

"Huirou is the only daughter of Miao Guifei, the favorite concubine of Song Renzong in the Southern Song Dynasty, called Princess Fukang, and also the most beloved princess of Song Renzong."

"But in order to repay the favor, Song Renzong married Huirou to Li Wei, the second son of the general."

"Li Weimu is ugly and has violent tendencies, Hui Rou doesn't like it very much, in order to vent the unhappiness in her heart, Hui Rou once drank with the waiter, and was found to be difficult by her mother-in-law."

"Hui Rou took advantage of the strength of the wine to attack her heart, slapped her mother-in-law, and ran out of the Horse Mansion, breaking the strictest filial piety rules of the Song Dynasty and causing monstrous criticism."

"Sima Guang's allusion to the 'broken head and admonishment' above the main hall is from this incident."

The girl stopped at this point, pointed to one of the coffins and asked:

"How much does it cost?"

I was fascinated by what I heard, and instead of answering, I asked:

"And then?"

The girl explained:

"Then Song Renzong had no choice but to send Huirou back to the Horse Mansion."

"Hui Rou, who returned to the Horse Mansion, fought frantically, never succumbed to Li Wei, nor did she really become Li Wei's wife, this princess is very bloody and dares to fight against fate."

"That'...... How did she die? I quickly asked.

The girl spread her hands:

"Song Renzong died in the same month that he sent Huirou back to the Horse Mansion, and two years later, Huirou, who was only twenty-three years old, was abused to death by Li Wei, which is very sad."

I frowned, and was about to speak, when the girl again pointed to one of the coffins and asked:

"Hey, what about you, how much does this coffin cost?"

What her hand was pointing to was a white coffin.

The white coffin is used to bury young girls or teenagers who have not left the cabinet.

I replied:

"Fifteen, five hundred deposits, delivery within ten kilometers, the end payment when the goods are received, but I have to remind you that this white coffin is exquisite."

The girl smiled and said:

"I know, this white coffin, I prepared it for myself......"

The girl's expression was forcefully relaxed, and her tone was full of helplessness.