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Chapter 32: The eight characters of longevity

As soon as the young man said this, I was stunned: "What does it mean? What do I mean? What do I know who my grandfather is?" The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You really don't know anything." I couldn't understand it now: "What do you know? What do you want to say?" Before the young man replied, Mr. Feng suddenly spoke, and shouted in a cold tone: "Tan Jin!" The young man then curled his lips: "Tsk tsk, it's boring, let's forget it if you don't let it be." But I couldn't hold back and asked, "Hey! What do you mean!" The young man smiled again: "Nothing,

I'm just kidding, I just heard of your grandfather. My name is Tan Jin, who makes funeral clothes. I'm here to accompany Boss Feng to send the funeral clothes. I have something to do, so I'll leave first. See you next time!" After saying that, he waved his hand, turned around and walked out, and I hurriedly chased after him: "Hey! Just say it if you have something to say!" "Ma Yiming!" Mr. Feng's voice sounded from behind, and his tone was cold. I subconsciously stopped and looked back. He saw Mr. Feng looking at me with a penis face: "Go to the yard." In this moment, the young man named Tan Jin had already started his motorcycle and screamed and left.

Seeing that I couldn't catch up, I had to give up. Mr. Feng's face looked ugly and seemed very angry.

The atmosphere became solemn for a moment. Sister Ning saw this and quickly spoke, "Boss Feng, I'll take the shroud." Mr. Feng turned his head, nodded and said nothing, and then went straight into the backyard.

Sister Ning picked up the box on the table and blinked at me, stuck out her tongue and said, "I'll leave first, be careful. I heard that Boss Feng has a weird temper. It's rare that you can do things here, don't make him angry." I shrugged: "I understand, thank you, I have a chance to see you." Sister Ning nodded and walked out with the box in the mourning clothes.

I took Sister Ning out of the door and sighed.

What did the young man named Tan Jin mean just now? I don’t know who my grandfather is?

I subconsciously took out the cigarette pole of my grandfather who had been stuck in my waist and looked down.

Is there something really that my grandfather doesn’t know?

I feel that whether it is Diao Laojin, Mr. Feng, or Tan Jin just now, it seems that everyone is hiding something from me. Mr. Feng said that grandpa gave him advice when he was young, but I asked him once, and he didn't say anything.

But it was useless to think about it. I shook my head, put aside my doubts, and prepared to move the wood from the car out. At this time, Mr. Feng walked out again, looked at the truck of wood, frowned and said, "What is this?" I felt a little embarrassed and said, "The wood in the yard is too big and expensive, so I can't use it well, so I got some small materials back." Mr. Feng said lightly, "I'll throw it away, you won't use it in the future." The boss said, "What else can I do? Since the boss doesn't care about the money, I'll let him go.

I sent the wood back to the timber factory, and it took me a while to tell the old man who was guarding the door that I was not here to get back the rosewood I gave him. The old man was holding the rosewood and almost drove me out with a broom.

When I returned to the store, I found Mr. Feng standing in the yard, carrying a big axe with both hands.

Seeing me coming, Mr. Feng turned around and said, "Come here." As he turned around, the axe blade in his hand also shone coldly in the sunlight. I felt a little relieved when I saw it. What is Mr. Feng trying to carry such a big axe? Isn't he going to see me?

"Mr. Feng, you are..." Mr. Feng looked at me and turned around: "Look here." As he said that, he dragged out a large piece of material from the pile of materials sent by Sister Ning's grandfather's family and stood it up, then raised the axe and went down with one axe.

It turned out that I was going to make birthday cakes. I breathed a sigh of relief and began to concentrate on my mind. This is a craft worth 700,000 yuan.

The coffin is made of large materials, so it is naturally impossible to use a small axe and a saw to chop it slowly, just like making other wooden products, so I have to use this big axe. Mr. Feng looks thin, but he is very strong. The big axe with both hands is simply light and light.

The large piece of material dragged out by Mr. Feng is a good piece of sandalwood.

Although the wood used for coffins is the best, the better, but not everything is suitable. Generally speaking, three types of wood are most commonly used for coffins, namely sandalwood, nanmu and fir, but it is not absolute. For example, the best gold-silky nanmu among nanmu is much more valuable than sandalwood. Of course, there are also three major tribute woods such as mahogany, red sandalwood, yellow rosewood, which are used to make coffins, but most of them are only used as part of them. If you use the entire coffin, it will be too expensive.

But Mr. Feng’s customers are all wealthy people. Otherwise, who would spend 700,000 yuan just to ask someone to make a coffin. For them, material money is not a matter, but what they want is the best and most suitable one.

But now I see that the pile of materials is piled up in the yard, and there are at least seven or eight large pieces of material. A rich man like them should pursue a whole coffin. Is it better to use a piece of wood for the whole coffin?

I couldn't help expressing my doubts. Mr. Feng had already turned the whole piece of sandalwood into a base plate and was scattering the surface. When he heard my words, he was silent for a while, and then said, "Didn't you say it in your coffin scripture?" I was slightly stunned. Mr. Feng actually knew that I had a coffin scripture. Could it be that Diao Laojin told him?

Although I was confused, I still answered honestly: "I just read it, but I haven't seen much yet." Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, and then said: "Do you know the birth date and horoscope of Shou Cai?" I was shocked when I heard this. The coffin had the birth date and horoscope, which was recorded in the coffin scripture. It was because of this that I was interested.

The above said that the coffin also has its own birth date and horoscope. If the birth date and horoscope of the coffin does not match the owner of the coffin, many problems will arise. In severe cases, it will even cause corpses to change, and even after burial, it will affect the feng shui of the tomb, causing harm to future generations.

I later checked it online, but I couldn't find a similar statement. I didn't expect Mr. Feng to know this.

So I nodded and said I knew something.

Mr. Feng asked again: "Do you know how to determine the birth date of the coffin?" I haven't seen this yet, so I shook my head and said that I haven't seen it yet.

However, I also guessed it myself: "The birth date of a person is the position of the birth date in the heavenly stems and earthly branches. Does the birth date of the coffin refer to the date of completion?" Mr. Feng shook his head and reached out to touch the bottom plate that had just been completed: "If that is the case, as long as you drag the time and don't do it well, wait for a good day to complete, every mouthful of longevity can easily have an excellent eight characters." This is true. If it is so simple, then so many records in the coffin scripture will be in vain. Just find a good day and then finish the coffin.

Mr. Feng said word by word: "The longevity material is dotted with eight characters, and the coffin is eight circles. The eight circles are different, and the eight characters are different. The seven-star bed in Tianhe has three spring pins on the bottom, the two and four circles are heavy, and the twelve circles are light." Mr. Feng said so many words, and after he finished speaking, he buried his head and dug the coffin board in a quiet voice and stopped talking.

I was attracted by the thing that Mr. Feng just said just now, which seemed to be saying that the eight characters of the coffin were determined by the eight circles, while the eight characters of the two and four circles were too heavy, while the twelve circles were too light.

I had the urge to go back to the room immediately to take the coffin scripture to read it. But I still held it back and stood in the yard and watched Mr. Feng's movements attentively.

It is logical that unless it is a simple thin coffin, it will take at least one week to make a formal thick coffin, but Mr. Feng's movements are very fast but calm. In an afternoon, the eight pieces of the longevity material have been formed. No wonder he said he would come to pick it up in three days.

I was shocked when I watched it next to me, and I didn’t know when I would learn Mr. Feng’s skills.

Putting the eight-piece large-formed material next to it, Mr. Feng stood up and patted the wood chips on his body. In such a hot weather, I was sweating all over my head. He worked hard for the whole afternoon, but he didn't even sweat a few times.

After the big stuff was made, Mr. Feng threw the tool aside and said to me, "The next day, you go with me." I asked subconsciously, "What else can I do? Carry the coffin." I said in surprise, "Go carry the coffin? Isn't it just a coffin?" Mr. Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, "You have to carry the coffin by yourself, and without me, they can't carry it away." "Why?" I asked subconsciously.
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