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219 The Wooden Coffin Arrives

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    After the colleagues from my unit came, there was no such thing as a group of people rushing in.  But if they come one by one, there will be troubles if they come one by one.  Because, as long as someone comes, then you have to bow and order paper money.  Scattered, one at a time, one at a time, which means I have to keep busy.  Occasionally encountering some particularly emotional ones (supporting and crying), it is bound to trigger mother's volcanic eruption-like crying.  Whenever I am in such a miserable situation, there will be a feeling of oppression in my heart that I can't breathe.  After that one time tears flowed down my face, I have never shed tears again.  As the only man in my family, I knew I had to be strong.  But maybe because of trying to control my emotions, I feel that the sadness in my heart is increasing day by day.

    Regardless of whether anyone comes to pay homage, I must stick to my father.  In the evening, as the meal approached, the number of people who came to pay their respects decreased significantly.  In fact, being busy also has the advantage of being busy, that is, there is no time for cranky thinking and no time for sadness.  Now, no one came for a long time, and as soon as I relaxed, I started to think wildly.  Recalling all the things about my father in the past, it was like yesterday.  Until now, I can't believe that my father, who has always been in good health, has left us.  All of a sudden, he was in a trance.  Could it be that this is just a dream?  Is it the most unbearable nightmare?  If it is a dream, then I hope I can wake up soon.

    The huge tractor sound of "chug chug" woke me up from my confusion.  Could it be that I really just had a terrible nightmare?  I subconsciously shook my drowsy head, trying to figure out if I was in a dream?  Looking up, what I saw was a cold ice coffin.  In a daze, I didn't seem to believe that all this was true, so I rubbed my eyes hard.  But the ice coffin was still there, and inside the ice coffin, my father was lying peacefully.  I felt like my heart became cold instantly like an ice coffin.  An indescribable cold instantly swept through the whole body.  I couldn't help shivering.

    The "chug" and noise outside became louder and louder.  I turned around and saw the floor truck that was going upside down and the huge wooden coffin on it.  So, the chill in my heart was even worse.  I finally remembered that the twelve paragraphs customized for my father could be completed today.  Why?  Why is it all true!  I hate, hate God's cruelty!  Cruelly deprived of the life of a man with a kind heart and upright character; cruelly deprived a son of the opportunity to honor his father who had worked hard all his life.  "A good person does not last long, but a disaster lasts for a thousand years." Why is God so unfair?  Father is definitely a rare good man in this world.  How could you have the heart to deprive him of his life early?

    After I became sane, I knew that no matter how unwilling, unwilling, or hated I was, the fact that it was accomplished cannot be changed.  As the only man in the family, there are some things that I have to face.  Amidst the noise of the tractor and the crowd, I walked out beside my father.  Because the transported tractor was specially used for loading and unloading the floor, so the unloading and unloading of the huge wooden coffin did not require manpower at all.  However, where is the most suitable place to put such a large wooden coffin, so as not to affect the normal funeral ceremony?  These are not things that the coffin shop owner has to consider.

    Under my command, the floor truck hoisted the wooden coffin and placed it in a corner of the fairly spacious drying yard.  The reason why it is necessary to choose a spacious place is because the current wooden coffin has just been built, and after two days, when the moisture in the wood has evaporated a little, it has to be painted.  This painting process still requires a fairly spacious space.  Otherwise, it will be difficult to display it.  The reason why I chose a corner is that it will not affect the daily affairs.  Those who come to pay homage every day, those who come to watch the night at night, those who come to help with odd jobs, etc., they all have to have a place to sit and eat, right?

    When the wooden coffin was properly parked (in dialect, meaning to place), the owner of the coffin shop who came with him first sent the tractor driver away, and then came straight to me (people in business are quite shrewd.  I already know that I am the person in charge when I look dressed in sackcloth and filial piety).

    The owner of the coffin shop called "boss", which is considered to have greeted me.

    Although I don't like business people by nature, I can't lose my courtesy when people smile at each other.  I nodded and handed out a cigarette.

    The owner of the coffin shop took the cigarette and lit it, and then poured out his bitterness in front of me.  He said that this time, because it was introduced by an acquaintance, the price was kept very low. In addition, the carpenters have been monitoring the whole site, and all their builds are made of real materials (his implication is that if it is not so  If so, then they are bound to find ways to cut corners).  What's even more depressing is that such a low price includes shipping and painting costs.  Because the price is low, the profit from this sale is small, If the carpenter does this again, he will lose money in doing it.

    The so-called no business, no evil, I don't fully believe what the coffin shop owner said.  However, from his words, I could tell that my father, the carpenter, was definitely helping me this time.  Therefore, I can't help but feel a strong sense of gratitude.

    The owner of the coffin shop saw that he had said a lot, but I was still ashamed and unmoved at all, so he had no choice but to get straight to the point and ask me to raise the price appropriately to make up for his loss.

    Hearing this, I couldn't help frowning.  My eyes scanned around, but I didn't see the carpenter.  It seems that when the wooden coffin was delivered, he hurried back to take care of his wife.  I am noncommittal about the unreasonable demands of the coffin shop owner.  I just found my cousin, and asked intentionally, "Brother, how did you negotiate the price? Why did you ask for a price increase even though the coffins were delivered?"

    My cousin's network is much wider than mine, and he is also familiar with the owner of the coffin shop, so he half-jokingly said: "So-and-so, you can't be trustworthy if you earn money from dead people? It was negotiated at that time,  Eight thousand and three big bags (including wood, building, transportation and painting, all things in it), why did you change your mind suddenly? Are you afraid that if this news gets out, it will break your brand of integrity?"

    Hearing the words, the owner of the coffin shop sighed bitterly, "No, no It's just that this time I really lost money. Otherwise, I wouldn't do it like this."

    "You also know that it is good to be honest!" My cousin emphasized it sternly at first, and then changed the subject and said in a soft tone, "We can understand your difficulties. How about I give you two more packs of cigarettes?  "

    The owner of the coffin shop knew that he was in the wrong, so if he could back down a step and give him two extra packs of cigarettes, it would be regarded as the utmost kindness.  The coffin shop owner had no choice at all.  Finally, with 8,300 yuan in cash and two packs of cigarettes, he left calmly.

    This accident, because my cousin handled it properly, the final result can be said to be happy for all, and there was no unpleasant excessive conflict.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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