Red Heart Survey

There is no bridge ten miles near Xiaolian Bridge, and I don't know why it is called this name. In short, it continued like this.

But here paper figurines, wreaths, coffins... There are all kinds of shops related to funerals, and it is the famous Baishi Street in Linzi City.

Lao Zhang's coffin shop is the fourth from the left in Xiaolianqiao. The owner is said to have been passed down for three generations, and he has been here for three generations, which is quite a reputation.

The store is medium in size. A black curtain hangs at the door, and no one greets them outside.

There are taboos in the funeral business, especially coffins, which are less likely to see the sun.

Things like soliciting customers should not be done, they come and go on their own. At most, it is like Lao Zhang, with several generations of craftsmanship and a reputation.

Xu Xiangqian lifted the curtain and entered, and opened his mouth to ask: "Boss! Is the birthday material I want ready?"

There is a thin figure in the room, who is sitting between several coffins and eating. It seems to be the owner of this coffin shop, that old Zhang of Baishi Street.

Hearing the sound, he looked up, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and greeted him: "Mr. Xu, everything is prepared according to your order."

His voice was thin and cold, as if he hadn't seen the sun all year round.

Xu Dashu thought to himself that he was upright and awe-inspiring, and he didn't have any taboos about this kind of place, so he looked around and said, "Where is it?"

Lao Zhang stretched out his hand and said, "Here, Mr. Xu, please come and have a look."

He hesitated for a moment, but still added a reminder: "It's not easy to look at other people's birthdays, for fear of causing trouble."

Jiang Wang was silent the whole time, letting Xu Xianggan communicate in front.

Xu Xianggan remained polite, without any discomfort: "You reminded me right."

In the outer room, there are two rows of coffins lined up side by side, a total of eleven coffins, which is an odd number.

There are still rooms inside, but it's not easy to go in and have a look.

The coffin that Xu Xiangqian reserved was in the third position in the second column. Just from the appearance and craftsmanship, it is indeed not bad.

Xu Xianggan touched it with his hand and felt the texture: "Very good, not bad, good craftsmanship. The wood is also good."

Lao Zhang was not modest either, he only said in that low voice: "Didn't dare to be vague about the work of eating."

Jiang Wang also stepped forward to have a look, and he really thought it was pretty good, not perfunctory.

"Okay!" Xu Xiangqian glanced at Jiang Wang's expression, clapped his hands and said: "Boss, please find two people to help me carry it all the way, and then go pick up my poor family, and then go straight to the earth."

"That's no problem, just this small bridge, there are many young people who are willing to work hard." Lao Zhang replied, but did not move his feet.

Xu Xianggan nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

"Cough." Old Zhang Qing coughed, and rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Here, Shoucaiqian..."

Xu Xiangqian asked in surprise, "Didn't you already pay?"

"Mr. Xu, you only paid a deposit..."

"Oh, that's right." Xu Xianggan seemed to remember it now, and continued: "It doesn't matter, I'll get it to you later."

"Mr. Xu." Lao Zhang was very embarrassed: "This is the birthday material made by Jinsinan, the wood cost should be paid in advance, plus the staff's wages..."

Golden nanmu is a good longevity material, and its price is comparable to gold. For this coffin shop. It is indeed a huge cost that cannot be taken lightly. If Xu Xianggan hadn't paid a lot of deposit and acted rich and powerful, the business would not have been so easy to succeed.

"Hey, what should I do? Didn't I come out in a hurry and didn't bring any money?"

Xu Xianggan spoke without hesitation, and took a badge from his waist: "Does the boss know about Qingya Bieyuan?"

Qingya Academy opened in this other courtyard in Linzi, which is still somewhat famous.

Old Zhang said: "That is the best academy. Of course I know it."

"I am the gentleman from Qingya Bieyuan. You take this badge and come to the door, and the money dean behind will give you back, and I will never owe you a cent!"

"Oh, of course I can trust Qingya Bieyuan, in fact, it's okay to be late." Lao Zhang cupped his hands apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xu!"

Even so, he still took the private seal in time.

And Jiang Wang also noticed that he had pinched the entire private seal in a very short period of time, probably identifying the authenticity in a unique way-of course it is true, Xu Xianggan is the genuine Qingya Bieyuan the mr. Of course, whether Dean Liu is willing to make up for him is another matter.

Xu Xianggan snorted through his nose: "Let's find someone, my family should be anxious."

Lao Zhang hurriedly lifted the curtain and went out. It seemed that he really trusted the gentleman of Qingya Bieyuan, and he didn't say to wait for any guy to come back and stare at the shop before leaving.

Jiang Wang glanced at Xu Xiang, and the meaning was obvious—will Dean Liu give you money? Don't pit these people who rely on craftsmanship for a living.

Xu Xianggan returned with a reassuring look, and said: "He doesn't care about my financial difficulties, and he will definitely care about the reputation of the academy."

This is true.

It's just... At that time in the academy, he easily settled the matter of Xu Xiang talking about money. He didn't expect it to be settled like this!

He tried to pay on credit first, but when he couldn't afford it, he passed it back to Qingya Bieyuan. Now, for his Shuxiu for the next few decades, Old Dean Liu will have to withdraw it if he doesn't.

While Lao Zhang was looking for someone to carry the coffin, Xu Xiangqian went outside again, to be precise, it was the paper figurine shop next door.

"Boss, here are two paper figurines. Beautiful ones!"

This store is not covered with black curtains, probably the paper figurines need to be illuminated to look better.

Sitting in the store was a middle-aged man with a dull expression.

He was sitting on a stool, working skillfully with his hands, and without raising his head when he heard the words, he just said: "It's all here, if you look at the beauty, you can take it yourself."

"Cough, cough!" Xu Xiang looked at it pretendingly for a while, coughed a few times, and caught the middle-aged man's attention, before saying, "I'll take it myself, and I'll give you the money back."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man tied the paper figurine and only replied, "OK."

Jiang Wang stood at the door of the coffin shop, took a look this way, and felt that this person really didn't look like a businessman. Of course, his attention was more on the peddler who had been on the street six times.

He came out of Xiashan Biefu, went to Qingya Bieyuan, and then went to Xiaolianqiao, and had seen this person no less than ten times. He has changed different outfits, but the pair of boots with a shallow sloping cut have remained the same—this is conspicuous enough for those who are interested in observing.

At the door of the paper man's shop, people didn't care whether he would renege on his debts, but Xu Xianggan became enthusiastic: "If you don't ask me who I am, where I live, what should I do if I renege on my debts, and how can I ask for money later?"

The middle-aged man paused with his busy hands, raised his head and glanced at Xu Xiang, You Qi paused for a few breaths on his unusually high forehead, and then said plainly: "You look like a decent person, you can't ignore me money."

"That's right." Xu Xiangqian nodded approvingly: "Then let's get two more on credit, and make up two pairs. My family has suffered a lot, so at least it will be more lively there."

"This..." The middle-aged man who made the paper man should feel embarrassed even if he doesn't know how to do business anymore.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm a good-looking person, how could I deceive you?" Xu Xiangqian said in relief, "I will come here often in the future and take care of your business!"

The middle-aged man with a dull expression looked at him, hesitant to speak.

But there was some suspicion in that look.

My business... can I come here often?