There was no bridge within ten miles of Xiao Lian Bridge, so it was unknown why it was called that. In short, it continued on like this.
However, there were paper dolls, wreaths, coffins … all sorts of shops related to funerals. It was Linzi City's famous White Matter Street.
Old Zhang's coffin shop was the fourth from the left of Xiao Lian Bridge. It was said that the boss had only one son for three generations and had been here for three generations.
The shop was medium-sized. There was a black curtain at the door, and no one greeted him.
There were taboos in the business of funerals, especially coffins, which couldn't be exposed to sunlight.
Soliciting customers shouldn't be done, and they should be left to their own devices. At most, they should be like Old Zhang, who had several generations of craftsmanship and had a good reputation.
Xu Xiangqian lifted the curtain and entered, asking, "Boss! Have the coffins I asked for been prepared? "
Inside, there was a small and thin figure sitting among several coffins, eating rice. He was probably the boss of this coffin shop, that Old Zhang of White Matter Street.
He raised his head, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and greeted, "Mr. Xu, everything has been prepared according to your instructions."
His voice was very thin and cold, as if he hadn't seen the sun for many years.
Scholar Xu considered himself righteous and didn't have any taboos about this kind of place. He looked left and right and asked, "Where is it?"
Old Zhang stretched out his hand and said, "It's over here. Mr. Xu, please come and take a look."
He hesitated for a moment, but still added a reminder, "It's not good to look at other people's coffins. I'm afraid of offending them."
Jiang Wang was silent the entire time, allowing Xu Xiangqian to communicate in front of him.
Xu Xiangqian maintained his politeness and wasn't displeased, "You're right to remind me."
In the outer room, there were two rows of coffins, an odd number of eleven in total.
There were other rooms inside, so it wasn't good to go in and take a look.
Xu Xiangqian's coffin was in the third position in the second row. Just from the appearance and the craftsmanship, it was indeed not bad.
Xu Xiangqian reached out and touched it, feeling the texture, "Very good, not bad. Good craftsmanship. The wood is also good. "
Old Zhang wasn't modest, only using his gloomy voice to say, "I don't dare to be careless when it comes to making a living."
Jiang Wang also went forward to take a look. He indeed felt that it was quite good, not half-heartedly.
"Alright!" Xu Xiangqian glanced at Jiang Wang's expression, then clapped his hands and said, "I'll have to trouble Boss to find two people to help me carry them all the way. Then, I'll go pick up my pitiful relatives and bury them."
"That's not a problem. There are plenty of young people who are willing to use their strength on this small bridge." Old Zhang replied, but his feet didn't move.
Xu Xiangqian nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you."
"Ahem." Old Zhang coughed softly and rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "About that, the money for the longevity materials …"
Xu Xiangqian was surprised. "Haven't you already paid for it?"
"Mr. Xu, you only paid the deposit …"
"Oh, I see." Xu Xiangqian seemed to have just remembered and continued, "Don't worry, I'll give it to you later."
"Mr. Xu." Old Zhang was in a difficult position. "This is a longevity material made from Golden Silk Nanmu. We paid a lot of money in advance for the wood, plus the wages of the workers …"
Golden-rimmed Phoebe Phoebe was a top-notch longevity material, and its price was even higher than gold. For this coffin shop. It was indeed a huge cost that couldn't be taken lightly. If Xu Xiangqian hadn't paid a lot of money in advance, this business wouldn't have been so easy to complete.
"Hey, I was wondering what it was. I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money."
Xu Xiangqian said without any hesitation and took a seal from his waist, "Boss, do you know Green Cliff Courtyard?"
Green Cliff Academy opened this courtyard in Linzi, and it was quite famous.
Old Zhang said, "That's the best academy. Of course I know. "
"I'm a teacher of Green Cliff Courtyard. Take this seal to my door. The dean will give you the rest of the money, and it won't be less than you!"
"Oh, of course I trust Green Cliff Courtyard. In fact, it doesn't matter if it's a little later." Old Zhang cupped his hands apologetically. "Sorry for the disrespect, Mr. Xu!"
Although he said this, his hand still took the seal in a timely manner.
Moreover, Jiang Wang also noticed that in a very short period of time, Xu Xiangqian had already pinched the entire seal, probably using a unique method to identify the authenticity of the seal. Of course, it was real. Xu Xiangqian was a genuine teacher of Green Cliff Courtyard. Of course, whether Old Dean Liu was willing to pay for him was another matter.
Xu Xiangqian snorted. "Go and find someone. My family must be waiting anxiously."
Old Zhang hurriedly lifted the curtain and went out. It seemed that he really trusted the teacher of Green Cliff Courtyard. He didn't even say to wait for a shop assistant to come back and watch the shop before leaving.
Jiang Wang glanced at Xu Xiangqian. His meaning was obvious. Will Old Dean Liu help you pay? Don't cheat these people who rely on their craftsmanship for a living.
Xu Xiangqian returned a reassuring look and said, "He doesn't care if I'm poor, but he definitely cares about the reputation of the academy."
This was not wrong.
But … at that time in the academy, Xu Xiangqian said that he could easily solve the money problem. He didn't expect it to be like this!
He first tried to buy on credit, but when he couldn't, he transferred it back to Green Cliff Courtyard. Now, even if Old Dean Liu didn't want to, he would have to withdraw his tuition for the next few decades.
While Old Zhang went to find someone to carry the coffin, Xu Xiangqian went outside. To be precise, he went to the paper figurine shop next door.
"Boss, give me two paper figurines. I want the beautiful ones! "
This shop didn't use a black curtain. The paper figurines probably looked better under the bright light.
Sitting in the shop was a middle-aged man with a wooden expression.
He sat on a bench and skillfully worked. He didn't look up when he heard Xu Xiangqian. He only said, "They're all here. You can take whichever one you see is beautiful."
"Cough, cough!" Xu Xiangqian pretended to look for a while and coughed a few times to attract the middle-aged man's attention. He then said, "I'll take it myself. I'll pay you later."
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man only replied, "Okay."
Jiang Wang stood at the door of the coffin shop and glanced over. He felt that this person didn't look like a businessman. Of course, most of his attention was on the peddler who had already walked up and down the street six times.
He had already seen this person no less than ten times since he left Mount Xia Villa, went to Green Cliff Courtyard, and then went to Little Lianqiao. Xu Xiangqian had changed his attire, but the pair of shoes with a shallow cut hadn't changed. For those who were observant, this was already eye-catching enough.
At the door of the paper figurine shop, the other party didn't care whether or not Xu Xiangqian would go back on his word. Instead, Xu Xiangqian became excited. "Why don't you ask who I am and where I live? What if I go back on my word? How are you going to ask me for money later?"
The middle-aged man's busy hands paused. He raised his head and glanced at Xu Xiangqian. His gaze paused on Xu Xiangqian's strangely high forehead for a few breaths. Only then did he say plainly, "You look like a respectable person. You can't hide this bit of money from me."
"That's true." Xu Xiangqian nodded in deep agreement. "Then let's put two on credit and make two pairs. My family suffered a lot. In any case, it'll be more lively over there. "
"This …" Even if the middle-aged man who made the paper figurines didn't know how to do business, he still felt troubled.
"Aiya, An Xin. Look at how talented I am. How could I deceive you?" Xu Xiangqian said comfortingly. "In the future, I'll come often and take care of your business!"
The middle-aged man with a wooden expression looked at him. He wanted to say something but stopped.
However, there was clearly some doubt in his eyes.
This business of mine … Can I come here often?
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