Siheyuan: I am the Smart Pillar

After Master Yi Zhonghai and his disciple cried for more than ten minutes, Yan Fugui pushed his glasses and persuaded them, "Old Yi, things have come to this. Let's quickly bury the old man. Let's buy a coffin and find a master chef to perform a good prayer for his soul. Let the old man live a better life over there, and you can feel more at ease, don't you agree?"

Yi Zhonghai wiped his tears and said with red eyes, "I, I, things have come to this point. I feel really sorry for my father. I didn't expect that Wei Dabao, that bastard, would dare to do this. Old Yan, I want to mourn for my father here for a day. I'll leave this matter to you. Xiuying, give Old Yan some money and ask Old Yan to help arrange my father's funeral."

Bai Xiuying quickly took out ten big unity notes from her purse, and Yan Fugui's eyes lit up immediately. Yi Zhonghai knew Yan Fugui's character, and coughed and said, "This is for my father's funeral. Old Yan, we have been good friends for decades, you won't cheat me, will you?"

Yan Fugui knew that Yi Zhonghai was warning him, and he was still a little unhappy. He felt that he had come so far to help Yi Zhonghai, and it was fine if he was not grateful to him, but he actually dared to doubt him. But he thought about his own virtues, and knew that what Yi Zhonghai said was not wrong. He smiled awkwardly, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry about this matter, I understand. Some money can be greedy, and some money cannot be greedy."

Yi Zhonghai nodded in satisfaction. After all, only Yan Fugui could preside over his father's funeral. He was really afraid that Yan Fugui would embezzle half of the money he gave him, which would be a huge loss for Yi Zhonghai. He knew that Yan Fugui was very stingy and his desire for money was unmatched by anyone. So he decided to give Yan Fugui a warning so that he wouldn't do things too drastically.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Jia Dongxu again, thought for a moment and said, "Dongxu, why don't you go with your uncle and Zhuzi to do the work?" Jia Dongxu said seriously, "I want to accompany you, Master, and keep a good vigil for Master." It was just an excuse. In fact, he wanted to go with Yan Fugui to do other things. Who wants to keep vigil for this old man who has been dead for who knows how many years? He hadn't kept vigil for his father since he died.

But to Yi Zhonghai, these words sounded like the sound of nature. He even imagined that after he died, his good disciple Jia Dongxu would be in mourning and guarding his body. What a filial child! How could he not be their biological son? He sighed in his heart and said excitedly, "Well, it's worthy of the master to value you. You are such a good child. Then you should stay by the master's side and guard your master's body."

Jia Dongxu felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a piece of shit when he heard what his master said, but the words had already been said. As long as he was not mentally ill, he would not dare to regret it. He Yuzhu nodded with a smile, patted Jia Dongxu's shoulder with a fake smile and said, "Uncle, Brother Dongxu is really a very filial person. I am really touched. Let's go and do other things. Let the master and apprentice keep vigil here."

Yi Zhonghai was very satisfied. He nodded and said, "Dongxu is a really good kid. You must learn this from him, Zhuzi. Respecting the elderly is a must, and being filial to parents and elders is also a must. Especially being filial to the elderly is a fine quality of our Chinese traditional culture...."

Yan Fugui almost couldn't help laughing. Is Yi Zhonghai really confused or just pretending to be confused? Was Shazhu mocking Jia Dongxu just now? He Yuzhu couldn't listen any more, so he smiled and said, "Uncle, we two will go to help your old man with his affairs. As for your great principles? Let Brother Dongxu listen carefully. I believe Brother Dongxu likes to listen to them very much. Brother Dongxu, am I right?"

Jia Dongxu's face was full of black lines, and he wanted to slap He Yuzhu in the face. Looking at Jia Dongxu's face, which was not much different from his father's dead, He Yuzhu felt relieved. He took Yan Fugui and Yi Ergou away, leaving Jia Dongxu with anger. He felt that He Yuzhu had become more and more outrageous since his father He Daqing passed away. He was about to curse with a black face when he saw his master with an excited face.

Jia Dongxu felt a headache. He just picked up some words that his master liked to hear. He didn't expect that his master actually took it to heart. Listening to Yi Zhonghai's endless chatter, the central idea was to be filial to his master. Jia Dongxu's ears were almost callused, but he couldn't help listening. He could only listen patiently and silently.

Yi Ergou took Yan Fugui and He Yuzhu to a carpenter's house at the end of the village. Although his father Yi Haichuan was also a carpenter, Yi Haichuan's craftsmanship was not good enough to do such delicate work as carpentry. Someone had asked him to make a coffin before, but the coffin he made was simply hard to describe. Since then, no one has come to him, and Yi Haichuan has not made a coffin since then.

In this era, most people are buried in the ground, so the coffin shop is also very profitable. The carpenter at the end of the village specializes in making coffins, which is completely different from Yi Haichuan. This carpenter's craftsmanship is very good, but he never makes ordinary furniture. I don't know why, but he likes making coffins the most. The quality of the coffins he makes is very good. Whenever someone dies in the whole country, they will come to this coffin shop to buy coffins.

There is a sign at the door of the coffin shop. I don't know how many years it has been there. There are three words written on the sign: Coffin Shop. The area of ​​the coffin shop is not very large. It is a small farmyard. There are several coffins piled up in the yard, which feels a bit eerie.