My master is invincible

Chapter 907 Colorful Coffin (30)

Hearing what I said, the master glanced at me in surprise, and then his face became happy, his eyes melted like a dead tree in spring, and he said happily: "Don't say one thing, even if there are a hundred things, I will follow you!"

"Tomorrow must open the way!"

I say this because I feel that if the deceased has been kept in the main room for a long time, there may be more troubles. Even if the deceased still has a heartbeat, I still dare not bet.More importantly, there was an unstable factor of You Shusong in this funeral.

"Tomorrow?" The master was taken aback, stared at me for a while, then looked up at the woman next to him, as if asking her what she meant.

"No!" The woman thought for a while, then rejected my request, and said, "We also want to agree to your request, but... those relatives are hard to explain, and there is..."

Having said that, she paused, as if she had something to hide.

I asked, "What else?"

She shook her head and stopped talking, but the host said, "Brother Eight Immortals, I... I... Oh, can you change the matter, I really can't agree to this matter!"

Hearing this, I was even puzzled. According to the rules of the Ching Ming Festival, people who die on that day need to be carried up the mountain within three days, which is reasonable!Why do they disagree?

I asked out the doubts in my heart.

The host and his wife exchanged glances, stood there dumbfounded, and didn't speak, which made me anxious, so I said: "You must have a reason! Otherwise, how will this funeral go on?"

"I...I..." The master faltered, finally sighed, and explained: "Don't ask, this matter involves family scandals. As the saying goes, family scandals should not be publicized. I...I really have nothing to say!"

After saying this, the master took out a cigarette for me, lit it for me again, and continued: "Brother Eight Immortals, I am sincerely sorry. According to the request of my uncles, my father's funeral needs to be postponed until the seventh day after the Ching Ming Festival. I hope you will take more care of me, you also know that my uncle has more rights than me in funeral matters, what they want, as a junior, I can only follow them."

I understand what he means. In funerals, the people in the house do have great rights, especially the brothers, even more powerful than the sons of the deceased.

To make a simple analogy, Song Guangliang died. As Song Guangliang's son, it is his duty to attend the funeral, and Song Guangliang's brothers belonged to the house. They have the right to ask Song Guangliang what to do about the funeral, and they can even make things difficult for Song Guangliang's son. It was his brother who died, so he naturally had the right to ask for a funeral.

Of course, there is a price to be paid for this kind of request, that is, relatives like uncles are obliged to make the funeral lively, otherwise, just a single word will not be convincing.

For example, the uncles asked what ceremonies there should be in the funeral, and as an uncle, at least there must be a lively atmosphere, right?If you don't even come, who will believe you?
All in all, there are many such rules in funerals, all of which embody respect. Sometimes I really want to say that the cultural heritage of 5000 years is vividly expressed in funerals.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the host gave me a pull and said, "Brother Eight Immortals, look, how about changing things?"

I thought about it for a while and said, "Where are your uncles, I'll go and discuss with them!"

He showed embarrassment and said, "I should be asleep at this point!"

"Just tell me the address, I'll go find them!" I left this sentence and stopped talking, mainly because I felt that it was useless to discuss it with him, and I had to discuss it with his uncles.

He thought for a moment and said, "They're all in the third house from the left!"

I hummed and walked towards the door. The host wanted to see me off, but I politely refused.

When I was about to go out, I suddenly remembered a sentence, that is, if you don’t shave your head in the first month, you will die if you shave your head. I remembered that Song Guangliang’s nephew seemed to be locked up by them, so I asked the host, “Where is your cousin locked up?”

He smiled awkwardly and said, "That's what my uncles did, and I don't know where they locked up my cousin!"

Ok!

I sighed, I really don't understand what this family is thinking, for the sake of money, they can do anything, and there is this master, I don't know why, I always feel that he seems to be hiding something from me thing.

Out of the door, I was about to go to the third house, when the host chased me out and asked, "Brother Eight Immortals, does what you just said still count?"

I hummed and didn't want to talk.Ma De, which of the Eight Immortals can treat me like this, not to mention that I can't make money, and I have to pay back money. I guess I am the only stupid person in this world.

Afterwards, I went directly to the third house on the left. This house was okay, at least the door looked like an ordinary house, not as shabby as the main house. I knocked on the door a few times, "Is anyone there?"

I yelled several times in a row, but there was no sound. I was a little anxious. According to my intention, the funeral must be held tomorrow, and they must agree tonight, otherwise, I will not be able to start work tomorrow.

At that moment, I knocked hard a few times, raised my voice a little, and shouted: "Is there anyone, I have something to ask you!"

After shouting three or four times, the door opened, and a woman who opened the door, about forty years old, with only a thin shirt on her body, glanced at me and asked me: "Who is it? Does it still make people sleep in the middle of the night?"

Without any extra words, I directly explained my identity to her and said, "Can I ask them to come out and discuss it?"

"I'm all asleep, let's talk tomorrow!" The woman said lightly, and raised her hand to close the door. Judging by her posture, she didn't plan to discuss it with me.

I was also in a hurry, so I pressed the door and said, "That... aunt, the dead are the most important, can you..."

Before I finished speaking, the woman couldn't help but improve a bit, and said: "What are you doing! I've already said it, they are sleeping, so there is no time to discuss it with you, besides, you are a coffin bearer, why do you care so much? Do whatever we tell you to do, don’t meddle in your own business with mice!”

"I...I..." I was so fucking speechless. Indeed, according to the funeral rules, we Eight Immortals will do what the master says.

However, if this matter is really done according to their wishes, I am afraid that there will be a sudden change, so I said cheekily, "Auntie, there is an old saying that there is a Qingming funeral, and the Mid-Autumn Festival..."

Before I finished speaking, the woman pushed me away and said: "Don't talk about old sayings with me, I am uneducated, and I don't understand what you are talking about. I just want to tell you one sentence. I want to discuss the funeral. Please come early tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, the woman slammed the door shut, and there was a burst of yelling and cursing from inside, "What kind of shit, you really think you are a big shot, and you f*cking talk to us, and you don't even look at what you are."

ps: Four chapters will be added tomorrow!
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