Douluo's coffin Douluo

In the dimly lit wooden house, Jiang Li looked at the coffins at his feet. Although the sun was warming above his head, his heart felt cold.

The wooden house is not big, with stone floors and gray walls, square and square, similar to the vegetable field outside, but it is covered with semi-finished coffins all over the place. At first glance, they are all dark, as if even the sun is unwilling Shine into this place.

A gust of wind blew in from the trouser legs, making Jiang Li shudder in shock.

He felt that if he was allowed to stay here for a few more minutes without letting him growl, he would definitely be unhappy.

How could he not have imagined that Jiang Po could have such a strange skill?

"Look at your little face, it makes my place look like it can eat people."

Jiang Po beside him touched a coffin in relief, and when he turned his head, he crossed his arms and shook his head and laughed.

"Okay, I asked you to come here to teach you how to build a coffin, not to surprise you like you are now."

"Isn't it okay if you don't learn? I'll take care of Dabai's whole day's feed from now on."

"No way, come here"

As Jiang Po said, he pulled him over, came to a semi-finished coffin, patted it twice like a baby, turned around and smiled.

"Before that, let me ask you, what is the meaning of building a coffin?"

Jiang Po propped his chin up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the light of wisdom in his eyes.

Jiang Li pouted, and exchanged a glance with him, as if Jiang Po had some great answer hidden in his eyes, he said slowly.

"make money"

Jiang Li felt that his idea was very serious.

"I'll make money from you big-headed devil"

Jiang Po flicked a finger on his forehead, shook his head and laughed, but in a blink of an eye, the laughter on his face was swept away by seriousness.

"It is reverence for life"

"puff."

Jiang Li blinked and couldn't help laughing.

He asked him to learn how to make a coffin just because he wanted to give him chicken soup.

However, Jiang Li was basically immune to things like chicken soup.

Even Butler Liu and the overbearing CEO couldn't persuade him. It's easy to imagine

"You little brat, why are you laughing so seriously? This is your father's and my job. Don't laugh."

Jiang Po frowned, regardless of whether he wanted to or not, touched the coffin in front of him, and said.

"The head of our village, Lao Luotou, and his wife are gone. I'm going to build a coffin for his family. Watch it and teach me something."

"Oh fine."

Jiang Li shrugged, and sat on a wooden board next to him, propped up with his little hands, indifferent to the world.

Jiang Po shook his head, and then pulled out a coffin. With a beam of sunlight coming in from the window, he wiped off the accumulated dust with a rag, revealing the true colors of the coffin.

This coffin is rather peculiar, with a large front end and a small rear end. The surface of the coffin is in the shape of a trapezoid. At first glance, it looks like a half-sided log, but it is slightly rough.

The coffin is mainly made of high-quality paulownia wood, with turquoise stone and other materials. In addition, it is also painted with black paint. The convex marks on it vaguely outline a few floating clouds, and the grass is warm and sunny.

The whole coffin is mainly made of a strong black tone, and it is considered a half-finished product now. You only need to draw a few strokes along the raised lines that have been drawn in advance, and close the coffin lid, and you're done.

"This kind of coffin is also called longevity coffin, Fang, and old house. It costs four and a half, or ten pieces. If it doesn't contain people, it's a coffin. If it contains people, it's a coffin."

"Not only the dead have to go into the coffin, but even the living have to keep a pair for themselves in advance. This is not to scare you, but to tell you that the world is impermanent, and accidents will happen at any time."

Jiang Po supplemented him with these common senses, while shaking his eyebrows, picked up a handmade knife, carved a few arcs on the coffin, and blew away the sawdust that fell from the wooden trough, and then took a pencil to paint on the horizontal surface of the coffin. paint.

"Nothing lasts forever"

Jiang Li crossed his legs. Listening to this, he felt a resonance in his heart. Wasn't it because he was suddenly drawn into this world?

Jiang Po was busy with his hands, turned his head and glanced at him, and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't worry, your father has already prepared your coffin for you to save money."

"Ah, what?"

Jiang Lie staggered under his feet, almost vomiting blood in anger, then stood up angrily, and yelled at him.

"What about yours? Yours is ready too."

"I do not need."

Jiang Po smiled, with an undeniably mysterious tone in his tone, as if he really didn't need a coffin until the day he died.

Jiang Li stuck out his tongue and was about to say a few more words when an old voice sounded from outside the door.

"Jiang Po, are you here?"

"Are you the village chief? Come in."

Jiang Po was taken aback, put down what he was doing, and stood up, just in time to see the village head Lao Luo walking in.

He looked at least sixty or seventy years old, with white hair and thick beard, wearing an ordinary gray linen suit, leaning on a cane as thin as himself, and his thick beard did not show decadence on his face, but was hale and hearty. It looks like there is a spirit.

"Village Chief, this is the coffin you want."

Jiang Po pointed behind him.

"Okay, okay, in this case, my wife can go underground with peace of mind, maybe in two years, I should go to accompany her too."

Old Luo looked at the coffin, and touched it with old hands like dead bark. When he turned his head, he was not sad, and even a little calm. When he looked at Jiang Li, his brows were as kind as ever.

"This is Xiao Lie. He is six years old this year. Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, this child is about to awaken his martial soul. You have been a father all these years, so you have not lost your worries."

"That's not true, this kid knows how to cause trouble for me, but he deserves to be beaten."

Jiang Po laughed loudly twice, very heartlessly.

"Hello, Grandpa, the village chief."

Jiang Li simply ignored the wild laughter over there, and grinned at Lao Luo. Although we are noble sons, we still have to be polite.

And he doesn't feel disadvantaged at all by calling the village chief grandpa, but if he is asked to call Jiang Po dad, he feels that the whole world owes him a debt.

"Haha, Xiaoxiao is a little naughty, but children are like this. Look at how many of us in our village are law-abiding. Two days ago, I saw a group of naughty children chasing a little hyena."

Old Luo chuckled, and when he said this, he suddenly sighed softly, his brows twisted into dry wrinkles.

"I don't know if my little grandson can awaken a decent martial soul this year. Worry, no one in our village has become a soul master for many years."

"Village chief, everything is possible. The children still have a long way to go. None of us can say for sure about their future."

Jiang Po shook his head and smiled.

"Yes."

Old Luo froze for a moment, took out a silver soul coin from his pocket, and prepared to hand it to Jiang Po.

"Oh, forget it, village chief. It's not like you don't know that I never charge people for coffins. I can't ask you for it."

Jiang Po shook his head again and again, took two steps back, thought for a while, and said again.

"If it really doesn't work, just pick some of your pepper for me, and it's better to add some eggs, and I'll nourish his body."

Old Luo froze for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

"Okay, then I'll go first. I'll pick up the coffin tomorrow. I'll let Xiao Li visit my house in a while. By the way, I'll catch two fat hens for you. I think his small body seems to have lost weight again. Make up."

"Hahaha, that's really not necessary. Of course, I can't refuse you sincerely, hahaha."

Lao Luo waved his hands, chuckled, and walked out of the wooden house slowly on crutches.

In the room, Jiang Lie was stunned, pointing at Jiang Po.

"What's the point of not charging someone to build a coffin?"

"A village, what money do you want? Besides, I never build coffins for the purpose of making money. I don't suffer from accumulating a little bit of virtue, and there are old hens to eat, hehehe."

"Uh, whatever you want."

"Jiang Li, are you here? Let's come out and play."

Jiang Li curled his lips, and heard a child's voice outside, the voice of a baby, and he knew it was his best friend, Li Yi.