The butcher looked at a circle of coffins.
He didn’t immediately say which color he would choose.
Instead, he turned back to look at Jin An and the old Taoist priest who were still eating and drinking as usual: "Boss, can we come to the store to burn incense, paper money, and ingots?"
Jin An was startled, this request was a bit interesting.
"Do you want to say that there is a one-stop service for the burial, wake, funeral, coffin carrying, funeral, and burial? Of course." Jin An became interested in this special request.
After receiving a positive answer, the pig butcher looked up again at the coffins above his head. His face, numb from pain, ignored Jin An, which looked very rude.
The two people sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table continued to eat and drink by themselves, while the undertaker looked at the coffin.
The pig butcher just stared at it for a long time, and finally made a decision: "Boss, I've made my choice. Order a yellow coffin for me."
The two people, who had been eating and drinking as usual, heard that the other party only wanted the yellow coffin, chopsticks and wine glasses in their hands. They both looked at the butcher in surprise. .
Then the pig butcher came to the shelves again. There were a dazzling array of products on those shelves, such as ten thousand taels of Ming coins, one hundred thousand taels of Ming coins, one million taels of Ming coins, five million taels of Ming coins... The treasure of the store is One hundred million taels of ghost coins.
In addition to the ghost coins, there are about a hundred pieces of one-pound copper coin paper on the shelves, about three hundred pieces of three-jin copper coin paper, and about five hundred pieces of five-jin copper coin paper...
Small ingot paper, medium ingot paper, large ingot paper, gold foil ingot paper...
Small gold bar paper, medium gold bar paper, large gold bar paper, gold foil gold bar paper...
Gold foil is easy to understand. It is an object with gold foil paper on the surface. This is real gold, and ordinary families and well-off families can't afford it.
In addition to these paper money, even the scented candles on the shelves are divided into three, six or nine grades, such as large, medium and small sizes, including smoke, thick smoke, light smoke, sandalwood type, honeysuckle type, osmanthus type, etc., in addition to In addition, candles are also divided into characters, no characters, gold foil characters, lotus lanterns, lotus lanterns, seven-star lanterns, etc...
Do you think the grades of incense candles are that simple?
That could not be more wrong.
The doorway to these incense candles is much more complicated than the doorway to paper money. In addition to the above mentioned, you also need to see whether these incense candles come from a century-old workshop or a large temple. It is said that it is not only the quality of the materials, but also whether they are from that workshop. It is related to worshiping Yin gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. According to the vernacular, it is a one-to-one special service fee.
Isn’t there a popular saying——
People compete for a breath and Buddha competes for a stick of incense.
Don't ask Jin An how he knew this. Back when he was at Uncle Lin's coffin shop, he had curiously asked about this and was educated by Uncle Lin.
However, the incense and candles in this coffin shop are all ordinary market workshops. There are no purchase channels from temples or century-old workshops. There are only some incense and candles from local ordinary small workshops such as Jinyuanzhai, Xiaoshi Pavilion and Qicai Baoguangxuan.
There are also lanterns, Kongming lanterns, incense burners, lamp holders, shrines, insect repellent sachets, consecration yellow charms, simple Feng Shui ornaments, paper maids, paper villas, paper sweat BMWs, paper eight-lift sedans, etc. , although not all are available, at least one or two items that can be seen on the market will be displayed. If the sales are good, buy more and display them in a conspicuous position. If the sales are not good, they will be placed in the corner all year round to collect dust.
Fortunately, every product has a wooden sign indicating its price, so there is no need for Jin An, a layman who opened a coffin shop halfway, to remember it.
This not only makes it convenient for Jin'an, but also makes it convenient for customers to buy directly. Compared with the long pause of picking up coffins, the pig butcher picks these paper money and incense candles very quickly: "Boss, I have chosen, fifteen kilograms of copper money paper, There are three thousand gold-leaf ingot papers and a bundle of five million taels of Tiandi Yinzhuang silver notes."
Jin An: "You are a generous person. Even middle-income families are not willing to spend so much. This amount of paper money is enough for several people, and it is enough for them to bribe all kinds of difficult people on the road to hell."
"Why don't you pay half of the money to choose a coffin with a better opening? The living have a balcony, and the dead have a shadow. No matter the living or the dead, they all want to live comfortably and have a better place to shelter from the wind and rain. "
The pig butcher replied with a numb expression: "No money."
Well.
This is really a simple and honest answer.
Jin An: "Can I ask out of curiosity, how many people did you burn so much paper money for?"
The pig butcher did not answer directly this time, but kept talking to himself: "Boss, please send these paper money to a house named Tieshuan in the sixth house of Jiutan Street, Shengpingfang, in the south of the city, and burn it to Miss Song and Miss Song respectively. The lady’s personal maid.”
"The yellow coffin was sent to the mass grave in the southern suburbs of the city. In a rainwater puddle, we found a man wrapped in a straw mat. Just bury him in the mass grave. Thank you boss."
Jin An was startled for a moment: "Don't you need to give money for burning incense and candles to the people in mass graves?"
The butcher shook his head: "No, he doesn't deserve it. He has been used to being alone since he was a child, so he doesn't need to use these."
The pig-butcher continued: "Hidden under the fifteenth brick from right to left under Tieshuan's bed was all his savings. After buying the incense, paper and coffin, I also gave some money to the boss. He is considered the boss. of hard work.”
The pig butcher seemed to have finally said everything and no longer cared about this world. No matter how curious Jin An and the old Taoist priest were, he would not say another word. Jin An could tell that the other party did not want to say more. Just one word, so I wrote a receipt, listing the other party's specific requirements and payment methods one by one, and finally handed the pen to the other party for signature.
The butcher was illiterate, so Jin An asked him to draw a circle instead, so the contract was concluded.
Ding, ding, ding, the sound of chains dragging heavily on the ground, the two watched the butcher leave.
There were pools of water in the coffin shop where the slain pigmaker had just stood...
"Little brother, I see in this donor that there is no greater sorrow than death." The old Taoist priest who is most prone to sentimentality said with some sympathy.
Jin An nodded thoughtfully.
After this incident, the two of them had no intention of eating or drinking anymore. After finishing the leftover food and wine, they started to prepare paper money for incense candles. They had to get up early to deliver goods tomorrow.
In front of the shelf, Jin An looked at the treasure of the store, the 100 million tael of silver coins, and couldn't help but muttered: "Any coffin shop has 100 million taels of silver coins. I wonder if there are any in the underworld." Regarding inflation, does Tiandi Bank have any policy on raising interest rates?"
The old Taoist priest who was walking over with several packages of copper coins happened to hear Jin An's muttering and asked curiously: "Little brother, what is inflation? Why does inflation require interest rate increases?"
Well.
Jin An casually made a few nonsense remarks to the old Taoist priest, and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Old Taoist, you said that there are hundreds of incense and candle shops, Fushou shops, Ming shops and so on in the capital of Jiangzhou. If everyone writes 10,000 With hundreds of millions of taels of silver notes and hundreds of millions of taels of silver notes, wouldn’t the money in the underworld have long been overflowing?”
The old Taoist priest rarely became serious and serious: "These banknotes burned to the underworld cannot be written by just anyone. They must be stamped with the seal of the Lord of Hell to be valid. They consume a person's moral virtue and fortune."
"The second-rate hard currency in the underworld is gold foil gold bars and gold foil gold ingots. Little brother, don't look at me like that. No one will steal tributes or burn sacrifices to the dead. Such immoral things are both Losing one's life span and damaging one's yin virtues means using one's yang life span and yin virtues and blessings to provide for the dead. At the least, one will be impoverished for the rest of his life, and at the worst, he will cause a disaster of blood and light."
"The third-rate coins in the underworld are those copper money paper and ordinary ingot paper and gold bar paper. This is why there are always cases where descendants just burn money to their ancestors, and the ancestors tell them in dreams that they don't have enough money. .”
"But the most valuable ones are the underworld coins written on the name of Tiandi Yinzhuang, stamped with the seal of the Lord of Hell, and recognized by the underworld."
"As for how to obtain Yin virtue, it is naturally to do more good deeds to accumulate virtue for yourself and others. In the hands of the Yin Shen Judge, there is a book of life and death, which is used to record a person's longevity, blessings, and life deeds. .”
After listening to the old Taoist priest's detailed explanation, Jin An frowned: "I remember that when you were practicing in the Tian family, old Taoist priest, you took out the seal of the Lord of Hell and wrote the Ming coins on the spot?"
Jin An rubbed his chin and couldn't help but wonder how many underworld coins he could print with his current net worth of over 100,000 Yin De?
Jin An knew better than the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest looked at Jin An angrily: "Little brother, what do you want to do?"
"Every Prince of Hell's seal has a name and a surname. Even if others take it, they can't use it."
All right.
Jin An knew that there wouldn't be such a big flaw in this world. Otherwise, all he needed was a seal from the Lord of Hell to support a group of good people from three generations, four generations of good people, etc., and they would easily fall into evil ways.
