Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

After receiving the bounty, Bai Yu found a corner, quickly removed his makeup and changed his appearance, and walked around outside for several laps before returning home.

Now, the seeds have been planted, and we just have to wait for them to blossom and bear fruit.

Next, Bai Yu did not continue to take action, but instead got busy with the funeral business.

He bought a shop in the south city and turned it into a funeral shop.

That's right, he wants to form a professional team.

The charity cemetery went bankrupt, and he couldn't just sit there.

He had to find a job to get the funeral reward.

This time, in addition to asking Zhu Tong Xiao Wang to help, he also recruited more than 30 helpers outside the city.

Their slogan is:

"Learn about the one-stop funeral service."

On the third day, Bai Yu's funeral shop opened, and invited Uncle Jiu and his wife and the surrounding neighbors to come and cut the ribbon and eat.

Uncle Jiu looked at the funeral shop and nodded frequently.

He was very pleased that his apprentice could finally take charge of the business on his own.

But Widow Sun frowned when she saw it.

She pulled Bai Yu over and said:

"Xiao Yu, it's reasonable that Master's wife shouldn't say anything to you on your grand opening day."

"But why didn't you tell Master and Master's wife about such a big thing in advance?"

"Master's wife has been running a shop for 20 years, and she has a lot of experience to help you."

She pointed at the shop and said:

"You have a shop with two rooms inside and outside, but you have hired more than 30 people. This is too much."

"Every day when you open your eyes, you have to feed 30 people, and there are monthly wages. Have you calculated the consumption?"

She pulled Bai Yu and chattered, and she was really disappointed to see Bai Yu fall into a pit.

Bai Yu's shop actually doesn't need so many people, eight or nine people are enough.

More than 30 people are just taking up space.

Bai Yu could feel her deep concern and smiled:

"Master's wife is right."

"But it doesn't matter. The wages are cheap now, and anyone with a stutter can be hired."

"Hiring one more person means one more family with food."

"In troubled times, we who do funerals will never go hungry. If we earn less money, saving a few people is also a merit."

Bai Yu is now quite famous, and his income from funerals for wealthy families is not small.

Before, he saw starving people everywhere, but he didn't dare to step forward to help the victims.

All major forces are waiting to make people hungry, selling fields and houses at low prices, selling children and daughters.

At this time, Bai Yu ran to save people, wouldn't that cut off their financial resources?

Sooner or later, he would be targeted and get into trouble.

Bai Yu has always been worried about it.

Now through this method, he can pay people wages in exchange for work without making a fuss.

This is completely reasonable, and no one can find fault with it.

Thirty people is already his limit.

After hearing what Bai Yu said, Widow Sun sighed:

"Same problem as your dead master."

Just at this time, Uncle Jiu came over and said:

"Wife, what are you talking about?"

"I think Xiaoyu's shop is pretty good, why don't we open one too."

"First, take some free work, and second, we can also recruit some people and give them a bowl of rice to eat."

Widow Sun had an expression of "I guessed it right".

She looked cold:

"I told you not to take part in funerals again!"

"What if you run into something strange again, and it takes all your energy to solve it, and you'll lose your life for nothing."

"How old are you? Your hair is all white. Are you going to die if you take on funerals again?"

Uncle Jiu wanted to say more, but when he saw Widow Sun's slightly bulging belly, he couldn't help but sigh and said nothing more.

Widow Sun entered the house and chatted with the women at the table.

At this time, Uncle Jiu pulled Bai Yu aside and said:

"Xiao Yu, I promised your master's wife that I would not take on funerals anymore."

"In this way, you can recruit a few more people for me, which can also be considered as giving people a way out."

As he said, he took out a fifty-liang silver note from his arms and handed it to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu did not take it, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Jiu, this is your private money, what if my master's wife knew about it."

Uncle Jiu said confidently:

"Humph, I am a man, what's wrong with having some private money."

"Even if she finds out, it's okay if she doesn't say anything. If she keeps nagging and annoys me, I will have to--"

Widow Sun rushed out from the side:

"What do you have to do?"

Uncle Jiu said seriously:

"You have to hand over the private money on the spot."

"Look, my wife, how come a banknote fell into my pocket."

Widow Sun pulled Uncle Jiu's ear and left.

Bai Yu shook his head and looked at Uncle Jiu's life of pain and happiness, which he really envied.

After the banquet, Bai Yu's funeral shop was officially opened.

All the relatives, friends and neighbors dispersed, and Bai Yu led everyone to clean up the mess.

At this time, Widow Sun walked in stealthily.

She took out a silver note from her purse.She took out a silver note of 100 taels and stuffed it into Bai Yu's pocket.

"Xiao Yu, your master is stubborn. He will not be able to sleep if you don't let him open a shop."

"But he can't take free work in his current state."

"Recruit a few more people in a few days, and treat them as your master. You can use this 100 taels to pay them wages."

Although Widow Sun was fierce and strict with Uncle Jiu, she was actually very kind and always cared about Uncle Jiu.

Bai Yu hurriedly declined:

"Master's wife, don't worry. I will recruit more people after the shop opens in a few days."

"I am preparing to give you and Master 10% of the shares, just as if we opened it together."

"Their wages will be deducted from the dividends. Do you think this is okay?"

In the past few days, Uncle Jiu handed over almost all of his customers to Bai Yu.

This resource alone is worth a few percent of the shares.

Widow Sun didn't force it after hearing this.

She held Bai Yu's hand and chatted for a while, explaining some of her experiences in opening a shop, such as how to attract repeat customers and how to build relationships with the government and the gangs, before turning around and leaving.

After sending Widow Sun away, Bai Yu returned to the house.

He looked towards the city gate with burning eyes.

The good show between the Divine Power Sect and the Black Wolf Gang should be about to begin.

On the other side, Lang Ya, the leader of the Black Wolf Gang, received a letter from the Divine Power Sect, asking him to hand over the murderer.

Lang Ya was confused and naturally couldn't hand over any murderer.

The only person in the Black Wolf Gang who had decades of Heavenly Wolf internal power was his father, so could he hand over his father?

He explained again and again, but Mao Hailong of the Divine Power Sect insisted that the murderer was in the Black Wolf Gang.

As a result, the relationship between the Black Wolf Gang and the Divine Power Sect became more and more tense.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, several middle-level disciples of the Divine Power Sect were killed one after another.

After investigation, they all died under the inner force of the Black Wolf.

So both sides could no longer remain calm and a war broke out.

This war was so fierce that both sides lost a lot of manpower.

In the next few days, several more wars broke out between the two sides, and even the middle-level people suffered casualties.

Bai Yu's funeral shop was just opened, and the business was booming.

Sometimes the Black Wolf Gang had just delivered the corpse, and the Divine Power Sect came in right after.

In this funeral place, the two gangs remained restrained.

Bai Yu remained calm on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart.

In the past few days, he made a lot of money from funeral rewards.

For example, this time, he was burying a sixth-grade warrior.