My master is invincible

Chapter 1866 Yin Yang Rice (70)

In this regard, I gave up and said with a smile: "It's nothing, we are all in the same industry, and it is right to help each other."

He smiled and didn't say anything else, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door, saying, "Daughter-in-law, open the door quickly, there are guests coming."

"What kind of ghost guests, it's not your group of worthless coffin bearers."

In the room, there was a sound of cursing.

Then, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was a 46-year-old middle-aged woman, probably because she had been doing farm work in the countryside all year round. She had dark skin, white hair on both temples, heavy crow's feet around her eyes, and a dark blue shirt on her upper body. The lower body is a pair of yellowed white jeans, and an apron is tied around the waist. It should have just come out of the kitchen.

Looking at her attire, I subconsciously glanced at Yuan Qingtian's attire. If I guessed correctly, this Yuan Qingtian's family should not be well off.

While I was looking at the woman, she also looked at me a few times, her brows were furrowed, and she asked doubtfully, "Young man, are you also the coffin bearer?"

I didn't hide it either, so I hummed, "Answer Auntie, I am indeed the coffin bearer."

As soon as the words fell, the woman didn't know what was going on, she turned her head and looked at Yuan Qingtian, she scolded her head and face, and cursed: "I said you Yuan Qingtian, do you have any conscience? This young man looks like He is in his twenties, and he is still so young. If you trick him into being a coffin bearer, he will not be able to marry a wife in the future. What should I do? Did you undertake it for him? Even if he marries a wife, he will have children in the future Now, what are you going to do to raise a child, just relying on your wages as coffin bearers?"

As he said that, he looked over at me, "Young man, listen to my aunt's advice, don't be a bullshit coffin bearer, hurry to Guangzhou and find a job casually, it's better than being a ghost coffin bearer."

I figured it out, she mistook me for being fooled by Yuan Qingtian.

This made me really dumbfounded, so I said, "Auntie, I did it voluntarily."

"Voluntary?" The middle-aged woman raised her hand and touched my forehead, muttering, "I don't have a fever."

As she spoke, she frowned, and said to me in a long voice, "Young man, do you know what the annual salary is for the coffin bearer?"

"How much?" I asked quickly.

She glanced at Yuan Qingtian with disgust, and said sharply: "Three thousand, only three thousand a year, I have been married to this useless thing for almost 30 years, and he has earned less than 10 yuan in total, you can Imagine that in 30 years, a family will only have 10 yuan. Do you know what this means? It means that if a child has no money to study, and wants to eat meat, he has to plan carefully for half a month. Boy, I advise you, If you want to enter the industry, you'd better think carefully."

As soon as I said this, I immediately looked at Yuan Qingtian, less than 30 yuan in 10 years?
This is impossible.

Although it is almost impossible to make a fortune in the coffin-bearer industry, it is still possible to support a family, just like Lao Wang and Gao Lao, they all rely on this household registration to support their families.

When Yuan Qingtian saw me staring at him, he smiled awkwardly and explained: "Xiao Jiu, we in Guangdong are no better than yours in Hunan. The largest red envelope here is ten yuan. Do you understand?" I understand that it means hundreds, or even thousands, and this... this... this income is naturally different."

As soon as I heard it, I immediately understood that there are few red envelopes given here in Guangdong. I have heard it for a long time. I thought it was just that there were few red envelopes given during the Chinese New Year.

It's no wonder that Yuan Qingtian hasn't made any money in these years. After all, in the coffin-bearer business, the commission is not much, and it is impossible to work every day, so the money he can earn is extremely limited.

And our side gave a lot of red envelopes, which gave the coffin bearer another way to make money, but the red envelopes given in Guangdong were less, which led to Yuan Qingtian not making much money.

However, thinking that Yuan Qingtian can persist for nearly 30 years without making any money, this kind of perseverance is really not easy.

In all honesty, I may not have his perseverance. After all, people living in this society have not only ideals, but also life and family.

Facing this situation, Yuan Qingtian persevered.

This made me stand in awe, I cupped my fists towards Yuan Qingtian, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Yuan, you are a role model for my generation."

He smiled, and said softly: "Human, if you can't realize the ideal in your heart for decades, how is it different from a salted fish?"

Before I could react, his daughter-in-law made a move, she raised her hand and punched him on the shoulder. Although his wife seemed to be using a lot of force, I could tell that when the fist was about to land on Yuan Qingtian's shoulder, she Suddenly holding back his strength, he just punched his shoulder symbolically.

Seeing this, I suddenly understood that this middle-aged woman seemed to have a lot of complaints against Yuan Qingtian, but she might actually support him, otherwise, she would not have persisted in these 30 years.

For some women, they probably remarried long ago. After all, for a woman, family is more important than any ideal.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being a little envious of Yuan Qingtian, marrying a wife is like this in life, how can a husband ask for it, unlike some women in today's society, who has money is her husband and godfather, and whoever has no money knows who else.

"Okay, don't stand at the door, come in and sit." The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and walked inside.

I exchanged glances with Yuan Qingtian and walked in.

The middle-aged woman was very enthusiastic. She first invited me to sit down, then poured me a glass of sugar water, and finally brought a bowl full of rice rolls beside me. As for Yuan Qingtian, I think It is very clear that it is a bowl of noodle soup.

For some reason, a string in my heart suddenly tightened.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman brought a bowl of noodle soup and sat down next to me, and said with a smile: "Young man, we don't have any good things in Guangdong. This rice roll tastes pretty good, so hurry up and try it."

I nodded and didn't say a word, mainly because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, it would make them look embarrassed, so I started to eat with a sullen head.

A bowl of rice noodle rolls was warm in my stomach. I looked up at Yuan Qingtian, and found that he was holding the soup bowl and licking the side of the bowl, while his wife was staring at him with eyes full of self-blame and anger. care.

Seeing this, I didn't say a word, I pretended to be depressed and continued to eat rice rolls.

After about a minute, the woman seemed to have noticed something, and asked me quickly: "Is the young man full? There is still some in the pot, I will fill it for you."

I quickly stopped and said, "Auntie, I'm full."

She smiled and said, "Young man, don't be shy when you come to my house. Tell auntie what you want to eat, and auntie will make it for you."

"Auntie, I'm really full." I was afraid that she would continue to ask, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, Auntie, I came here this time to introduce a job to Uncle Yuan."

"Work?" When she heard this, she shook her head and said, "Young man, I appreciate your kindness. I know the character of this old Yuan in my family very well. If he was willing to do other jobs, our family would not be so poor. "

"No, auntie, he will definitely do this job." I said firmly.

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged woman seemed to be interested, and stared at me firmly.

Similarly, Yuan Qingtian seemed to be puzzled, staring straight at me, and asked, "Xiao Jiu, what kind of job is it? You are so confident."

"The job of the Palace Master of the Eight Immortals Palace is paid three thousand a month. I wonder if you can do it?" I glanced at the two of them and said slowly.

"Ah!" Yuan Qingtian exclaimed, staring at me incredulously, tremblingly said: "Xiao Jiu, this matter is not a joke, the job of the Palace Master of the Eight Immortals Palace is not something you can just give. "

I smiled and said, "Uncle Yuan, don't worry, since I said this, I am sure of it."

(End of this chapter)