At that time, I didn't know why the master changed my name, but I knew that starting from September 1, 2002, I started to be named Luo Dongchuan.
The coffin my brother opened was spread in our town, not far from the school where I was in high school, which is more than a mile away. When I walked to the coffin of my brother, he was bending over and hitting the coffin, and I tentatively shouted One sentence, "Brother."
He put down the axe in his hand and glanced up at me. He was about 30 years old, with a beard and a fat body. He asked me in surprise, "Who are you?"
As soon as I said about my apprenticeship, the brother gave me a deep glance, then stared at my right index finger for a long time, and finally said quietly: "Okay, I see, I will help me hit the coffin in the future."
I was timid at that time, standing at the door screaming for a long time, and not daring to go in, so I said: "Um...Brother, Master asked me to go to school while learning crafts from you."
My senior said, he walked to my side and patted me on the shoulder, "Okay, today is September 1st. You go to school to report first, and you will talk about arts and crafts when you come back."
Having said that, the brother still took me into the coffin shop and asked me to burn three pillars of incense in front of the ancestor Luban, saying that I was going in to worship the ancestor. This is a rule and cannot be broken.
The facade of my brother’s coffin shop is his own house. It is a two-storey small building. The first floor is used for placing coffins, the innermost house is used for ordinary coffins, and the second floor is for brothers. Regardless of the size of the house where I live, my brother can make a lot of money by playing the coffin all year round.
After being laid out from the coffin, I went directly to school. Speaking of this school, the background is a bit big, and it can be ranked in our Hunan side, but it has a very strange name, called Bainian Shuren No.1 Middle School. It is said that the four characters Hundred Years Shuren were inscribed by a great man himself when the school was founded. Whether it is true or not, it is impossible to verify.
But one thing that cannot be denied is that the rate of enrollment in this school is the highest in Hunan. Every year, many talents are sent to Peking University and Tsinghua University, and it enjoys the title of No. 1 middle school in southern Hunan.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is full of talents in such a school, but there are always some people in this society who are opportunistic, relying on their family background, walking some relationships, paying some sponsorship fees, and easily entering a prestigious school.
Of course, this kind of people only touch a very small part, and most people still enter the school based on the results of the high school entrance examination, such as me.
My school score is the third in the county. It is outstanding in our county, but this school is located in the middle reaches. Fortunately, this middle school is built in our county. We locals can enjoy some privileges, such as exempting part of the school. Miscellaneous expenses can be regarded as rewards for local talents.
When I signed up, there were a lot of people, and there was a long line. I couldn't register until 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Actually, this registration is very simple, just fill out an application form, the focus is to pay the tuition fee. I was so impressed by the locals that the tuition fee was 680.
After paying the tuition, the school sent me some books. Since I just came out of home and didn't have a schoolbag, I took the newly issued books and walked back to the coffin shop of my brother.
To be honest, I didn’t want to learn how to fight coffins at that time. For me, knowledge can change destiny. For work like coffins, at best, I want to make money and cure my second uncle’s paralysis. Obviously Not too possible.
But this kind of thinking didn't last long in my mind. I changed this view, because on the eighth day of my arrival at the brother's house, a special guest came to the coffin.
At that time, my brother went to the countryside and said that he was collecting some wood for the coffin. At that time, it happened to be the school holiday on Saturday, so I looked at the coffin shop for the brother.
There is no business at the end of the day. After all, it’s impossible for people to die every day in these days. The coffin shop must have no business. Until the evening, when I was about to get up and close the shop, a figure suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. A woman in her thirties is of medium build. Although she is older, she still has the charm. She wears either rich or expensive. The only drawback is that she has a fat body, so she hurriedly walked in.
"You are Master Wang?" She stared at me and looked at me for a while, her tone strange.
Even though I stayed with my senior for eight days, the time to learn crafts was extremely limited. I usually went to school during the day and only had time to learn crafts at night. Therefore, I didn’t know much about coffins and things at that time. Just understand some introductory knowledge.
Seeing this woman’s expression seemed to be anxious, I was afraid that her business would be delayed, so I hurriedly said, "That's my brother. He has gone to Liuzi Village to collect timber. If you are in a hurry, you can go to Liuzi Village to find him."
"That's it!" She replied, walking around in the coffin shop, and while walking, she said, "When will your brother come back?"
I hurriedly said: "I can be back tomorrow morning at the latest."
She uttered a loud voice and stopped talking. She walked around in the coffin shop again. Seeing that the action seemed to be looking for something, I curiously asked, "Sister, what can I do for you?"
She glanced at me with a weird look, and said in a low voice, "Is there any kind of coffin that can hold seven corpses?"
I was a little stunned. This coffin is about one person per coffin. How could it be possible to put seven corpses. I shook my head and said no.
She sighed disappointedly, and muttered: "It seems that it can only be customized."
I don’t understand what she meant. Even if I customize it, I can’t make that kind of coffin acridine. According to what I mean, I say this, but I am afraid that the brother’s guests will be driven away. Discuss with my senior in the morning, I don’t know much about this."
She didn't speak either, and stepped out of the store.
After she left, I closed the shop and made some food by myself. I kept studying with books. After all, I was just in the freshman year of high school and the study tasks were quite heavy. It was about 11 o’clock, downstairs. There was a noise, if you guessed it correctly, it should be the brother who came back.
I immediately ran downstairs. At the location of the stairs, I saw Senior Brother's tired face. I tentatively asked, "Brother, did you receive the wood?"
He nodded, and asked me why I didn’t sleep and stopped talking, so he walked straight to the bedroom. I wanted to catch up and tell him about the middle-aged woman, but I didn’t seem interested in seeing the brother. , I did not catch up.
The next day, early in the morning, I thought that the middle-aged woman might come, and got up at about eight o'clock. Before I had time to wash away, I heard the roaring voice of the senior from downstairs, "Go away, I don’t Hit that kind of coffin."
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