MTL - The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter-Chapter 70 The coffin is inseparable from the eighth, and the coffin will make a fortune

  Chapter 70

  That night, Yang Luoyan saw that he was happy, so he specially cooked an extra plate of food for him to drink.

  So that he can have a couple of sips, which can be regarded as a celebration.

  But Wu Yuan is not addicted to alcohol, so he simply changed his way of celebrating.

   The celebration ended and it was already midnight.

  Who would have thought that such a smooth and pretty person is already the mother of two children.

   "Is it the old couple's?"

   "We are only 22, and we will have a long time in the future. How come we are an old couple?"

   In a blink of an eye, the celebration is on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

  Early in the morning, the sky and the earth were dark, the sun and the moon were changing colors, and a blizzard was raging underground.

  Wu Yuan got up at night and found that the mountains and plains outside were all white, so he just hid under the blanket and hugged his wife, preparing to sleep until he woke up naturally.

   As a result, in a daze, I heard someone calling the door.

   Then Rhubarb played a trio with two little wolf dogs, glutinous rice and rice balls.

   This time I woke up completely.

  Yang Luoyan groped to get out of bed and dressed, "I'll go and see."

   In the end, Wu Yuan grabbed him: "Let me go."

  Wu Yuan got out of bed wearing a padded jacket, opened the door of the east chamber, and saw Lin Miaomiao poking his head out from the west chamber.

  Seeing him getting up, Lin Miaomiao retreated decisively and climbed back into bed.

  Opening the pin of the wooden door of the main room, Wu Yuan strode towards the gate, asking, "Who is it?"

  The big yellow dogs stopped barking and wagged their tails at him.

  There were sparse cries from outside the door.

  Wu Yuan quickened his pace, removed the wood blocking the door, and opened the door.

  Seeing Ma Mingjun in hemp and mourning plop, kneeling in the snow, crying, "Master, my father is gone!"

  Wu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered that the end of the year was sad.

   Ma Mingjun's father left suddenly in the cold weather without any warning.

   Nothing has changed in this life.

   It was just that in the previous life, Ma Mingjun asked him to make a coffin first, and then worshiped him as his teacher.

  Now, whether it's beating the coffin or presiding over the overall situation, it all falls on me.

  Letting Ma Mingjun kowtow, Wu Yuan helped the eldest apprentice up and said, "Get up quickly, the old man is seventy-three, and he didn't suffer any crimes, which is considered a blessing in misfortune."

  Ma Mingjun wiped his nose, and was about to take out the cigarette: "Master, look at my father's coffin, who is the right one for?"

  There has long been no coffin shop in the village, so it is not realistic to buy one.

  Lao Ma's body has always been healthy, and his youngest daughter Ma Mingqi has not yet left the cabinet, so he has never thought about preparing birthday materials for him at all.

   So much so that when things came to an end, I had to ask someone to call them now.

  Wu Yuan did his part and said, "Do I still need to find someone? Am I not a ready-made master?"

   "But Master, your business is so big, and you still get involved in rough work like making coffins, wouldn't it be unlucky?"

   "I've accepted your kowtow, and it's too late to repent. Besides, this is a good thing to accumulate yin virtue, and I have no shirkable responsibility."

  When Ma Mingjun heard this, he knelt down and kowtowed again.

  Master has given too much face, and he can't repay it.

  In addition to kowtow, he didn't know how to express his inner touch.

   In the end, he was stopped by Wu Yuan, "Okay, you go to deliver a letter to another house first. I will go directly to your house in a while."

   Ma Mingjun hurriedly said: "Master, my father lives in his hometown and lives with my brother."

   "Okay, I see."

   After Ma Mingjun was sent away, Yang Luoyan and Lin Miaomiao also got up.

  When I heard this, I couldn't help but sigh.

  Breakfast, Yang Luoyan specially baked big pancakes and prepared two hard dishes.

   What I'm afraid of is that when Wu Yuan arrives at Lao Ma's house, once he gets busy with work, he won't even have time to eat.

  After breakfast, Wu Yuan picked out an old padded jacket and put it on.

  After Yang Luoyan took care of it, the old padded jacket looked neat and clean.

   Arrived at Ma's old house.

  The old horse's coffin is in the main hall of the main hall, which is filled with smoke, dressed in hemp and mourning.

  Wu Yuan entered the door.

   Without further ado, first burn incense, burn yellow paper, and then kowtow to worship.

   It looks like a veteran who knows the rules.

   Standing up after worshiping, Ma Mingchao, who was dressed in hemp and filial piety, handed over a white cloth, and Wu Yuan allowed him to help put it on.

  While wearing it, he asked: "I'll make the coffin of Brother Ma, do you have a coffin board at home?"

   Ma Mingchao was taken aback, surprised and grateful.

   What a shame this is, he understands.

  But the uncles next to him are not happy. He has no hair around his mouth. Is it reliable to make a coffin?

   Before Wu Yuan could react, Ma Mingchao became impatient.

   "Uncle, third uncle, if you are not sure, Boss Wu will put down the big business at hand and come make a joke for you?"

   "It's not for my brother's sake, come to help. Otherwise, it's snowing heavily, where can I find a master who is willing to come?"

  Wu Yuan pressed down on Ma Mingchao, and said to several Ma family uncles: "Several old brothers, the coffin should not be separated from eight. I understand the rules passed down by the ancestors. Ten boards, eight feet long, eight lines, can't be seen.

   Having said that, the uncles of the Ma family immediately said nothing.

  Let Ma Mingchao lead Wu Yuan into the Westinghouse.

  The Westinghouse is still a mud wall, but the thatch on the roof is newly replaced.

  Under heavy snowfall, it has little effect.

  A few pieces of willow wood are piled against the wall, mixed with some paulownia wood.

  The quantity is sufficient, but the length needs to be selected.

  While Wu Yuan knew it well, he told Ma Mingchao: "You can ask someone to come to the village to call Baojun and the sixth child, and let them come here with a chainsaw and a set of tools."

   Ma Mingchao didn't dare to delay: "Boss Wu, I'll send someone to go right away."

   Half an hour later, Zhao Baojun and Zhu Liubiao came over with a flatbed.

  Before unloading the chainsaw and other tools, I went to offer incense and kowtow to the master's house first, and burned the yellow paper.

   Then when I arrived at the Westinghouse, I heard Wu Yuan say, "There won't be many opportunities to make coffins in the future. This time, you two will follow along and study hard. Don't miss any rules and details."

  Wu Yuan taught while doing.

  The heavy snow outside the house gradually stopped.

  The number of people who came to express their condolences also increased. Seeing Wu Yuan in the west room with his disciples personally opening the coffin, they all said that the old horse was blessed.

   It was the next afternoon.

  Wu Yuan personally sprinkled some sawdust shavings inside, and then delivered the coffin to the host.

  The day of hanging is set for the day after tomorrow.

   As a result, on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it had just been cloudy for three days, and the weather had not yet melted, and it was snowing again and again.

  The Ma family uncles all said this is a good thing.

  The so-called snow will crush people, and the nobles will come out; when the rain hits the soul, the future generations will be poor.

   There are also some more direct and pure sayings: the snow crushes the rich, and the rain hits the poor.

  It snowed until the funeral the next day, and I went to the fields.

   Really gave the Ma family a lot of face.

  Ma Mingjun couldn't help thinking about it, there were four brothers and sisters.

  The elder sister, myself and the second younger brother are all married, and basically have no relationship with nobles and fortune.

  Only the youngest sister Ma Mingqi is a talented person. In addition, she graduated from a technical secondary school in accounting and accounting this year, and is assigned by the state. As soon as he goes to work, he is a national cadre, and he may become a noble person in the future.

   Yanzu Yifei, books are not good.

  (end of this chapter)