Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

After Bai Yu received the bounty, he found a corner to quickly remove his makeup and disguise himself, and walked around outside for several times before returning home.

Now that the seed has been planted, it’s time for it to blossom and bear fruit.

Bai Yu did not continue to act next, but got busy with the funeral business.

He built a shop in Nancheng and converted it into a funeral shop.

Yes, he wants to form a professional team.

Yizhuang has closed down, and he can't just sit there.

You have to find a way to get the funeral reward yourself.

This time, in addition to inviting Xiaowang Zhu Tong to help, he also hired more than thirty helpers outside the city.

Their slogan is:

"Let's understand everything in detail."

On the third day, Bai Yu's funeral shop opened, and Uncle Jiu, his wife and the surrounding neighbors were invited to cut the ribbon and have a banquet.

Uncle Jiu looked at the funeral shop and nodded frequently.

He was very happy that his apprentice could finally take charge of his own business.

But Widow Sun frowned when she saw it.

She pulled Bai Yu and said:

"Xiaoyu, it stands to reason that on your grand opening day, my wife shouldn't talk about you."

"But for such a big matter, why didn't you tell Master and Master in advance?"

"My wife has been running a shop for twenty years and has a lot of experience to help you."

She pointed to the shop and said:

"You have a shop with two rooms inside and one outside, and you have more than thirty people. This shop is too big."

"Every day when you open your eyes, thirty people are fed, drank, and cared for, as well as paid monthly wages. Have you ever calculated the consumption involved?"

She dragged Bai Yu to chatter, and seeing Bai Yu trampling on the pit, she really hated the iron.

Bai Yu's shop actually doesn't need that many people, eight or nine people are enough.

More than thirty people were completely occupying space.

Bai Yu could feel her deep concern and said with a smile:

"Master's wife taught you that."

"But it doesn't matter, wages are cheap now, and anyone who stutters can find people."

“One more person is equal to one more family having food to eat.”

"In troubled times, those of us who work for nothing will never go hungry. If we can make less money and save a few people, it can be considered a merit."

Bai Yu is now well-known, and his income from funerals for wealthy families is not small.

Before, I saw people dying of hunger all over the place, but I didn't dare to come forward to help the victims.

All major forces are waiting to starve people, selling their fields, houses, and children at low prices.

At this time, Bai Yu ran to save people. Wouldn't this be ruining people's wealth?

Sooner or later, you will be targeted and get into trouble.

Bai Yu has always been worried about this.

Now in this way, people are paid wages quietly through work-for-relief.

This is completely reasonable and no one can find fault with it.

Thirty people is already his limit.

After hearing what Bai Yu said, Widow Sun sighed:

"Same problem as your damn master."

Just at this time, Uncle Jiu came over and said:

"Daughter-in-law, what are you talking about?"

"I think Xiaoyu's shop is quite good, why don't we open one too?"

"One is to take over some free work, and the other is to recruit some people and give them a bowl of food."

Widow Sun had an expression on her face that said, "I'm right."

She turned cold and said:

"I said, you are not allowed to do anything stupid again!"

"What if something strange happens again, and I have to waste my energy and blood to solve it, and my life span will be wasted."

"How old are you? Your hair has all turned gray. Do you think you will die if you continue to do white things?"

Uncle Jiu wanted to say more, but when he saw Widow Sun's slightly protruding belly, he couldn't help but sigh and said nothing more.

Widow Sun entered the house and chatted with the female family members at the table.

At this time, Uncle Jiu pulled Bai Yu aside and said:

"Xiaoyu, I promised your wife, I won't take over nothing anymore."

"In this way, if you recruit a few more people for me, it will give others a way to survive."

As he spoke, he took out a fifty-tael silver note from his arms and handed it to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu didn't answer, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Jiu, this is your private money, if your wife knows about it."

Uncle Jiu said confidently:

"Hmph, I'm a manly man, what's wrong with having some private money?"

"Even if she finds out, it's better if she doesn't say anything. If her nagging annoys me, I have to-"

Widow Sun came out from the side:

"What must it be?"

Uncle Jiu said seriously:

"You have to hand over your private money on the spot."

"Daughter-in-law, look, why did you drop a banknote into my pocket?"

Widow Sun pulled Uncle Jiu's ear and left.

Bai Yu shook his head when he saw it. Uncle Jiu was really envious of this painful and happy life.

After the meal, Bai Yu's funeral shop was officially opened.

All the relatives, friends and neighbors dispersed, and Bai Yu led everyone to clean up the mess.

At this time, Widow Sun walked in furtively.

She took out a hundred-tael silver note from her purse and gave it to Bai Yu.

"Xiao Yu, your master has a bad temper. He will definitely not be able to sleep if he is not allowed to open a shop."

"But with his current body, he can no longer live in vain."

"In the next few days, if you recruit a few more people, treat them as if they were recruited by your master. You can use these one hundred taels to pay them."

Although Widow Sun sounds fierce and supervises Uncle Jiu very strictly, she is actually very kind and always considers Uncle Jiu.

Bai Yu hurriedly declined:

"Don't worry, Master. I'll recruit a few more after I open one in a few days."

"I'm about to give you and Master 10% of the shares, just treat it as a partnership between us."

"Their wages will be deducted from the dividends. Do you think this is a good idea?"

Some time ago, Uncle Jiu handed over almost all of his clients to Bai Yu.

This resource alone is worth a few percent of the shares.

Widow Sun listened without any reluctance.

She pulled Bai Yu to chat for a while, and explained some of her experience in opening a shop, such as how to attract repeat customers and how to manage relations with the government and the gangs, and then turned and left.

After sending Widow Sun away, Bai Yu returned to the house.

He looked at the city gate with burning eyes.

The good show between the Shenli Gate and the Black Wolf Gang should be about to begin.

On the other side, Lang Ya, the leader of the Black Wolf Gang, received a letter from the Shenli Gate, asking him to hand over the murderer.

Lang Ya was confused and naturally could not hand over any murderer.

In the Black Wolf Gang, there was only his father who had decades of Tianlang internal power besides him. Could it be that he had to hand over his father?

He explained again and again, but Shenlimen's Mao Hailong insisted that the murderer was in the Black Wolf Gang.

As a result, the tension between the Black Wolf Gang and Shenlimen became more and more tense.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, several middle-level disciples of Shenlimen were killed one after another.

After investigation, they all died under the internal force of the Black Wolf.

So the two sides could no longer remain calm and a war broke out.

This battle was so fierce that both sides lost a lot of manpower.

In the next few days, several more battles broke out between the two sides, and even the middle-level people were killed and injured.

Bai Yu's funeral shop was just opened, and the business was booming.

Sometimes the Black Wolf Gang had just delivered the corpse, and the Shenlimen came in right after.

In this funeral place, the two gangs remained restrained.

Bai Yu remained calm on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart.

In the past few days, he made a lot of money from funeral rewards.

For example, this time, he was burying a sixth-grade warrior.