To be honest, I was reluctant to do this business, because it was a bit disrespectful to one's virtue. Bai Yezi's explanation for this was that we were only responsible for selling, and how the buyer used the seven red coins was none of our business.

I really cannot agree with this point of view. After all, the ideological and moral education I received since childhood has taught me to do things in an upright manner. Of course, I cannot do such a dirty trick of harming others for my own benefit.

To put it bluntly, I am not short of that little money now, so why should I do something that is detrimental to my virtue? This is my job. Others may not believe in the cycle of cause and effect, but I cannot help but believe that if a person disregards conscience and morality in order to make money, such a person will sooner or later be punished.

So I rejected Bai Yezi's business request and devoted myself to learning Feng Shui from Fourth Grandpa . In the blink of an eye, spring passed and autumn came, and it was the season of ripening and harvesting again. Chu Sen and I had been in Longhua Village for half a year. He no longer studied Feng Shui because he was not very good at it.

This has nothing to do with IQ. Although Chu Sen has a straightforward personality, he is definitely not a fool. However, learning such things also requires "matching the talent". It is useless to study hard even if you are not cut out for it. Feng Shui requires people to calm down and observe carefully. With his bold personality, it is indeed not easy for him to accept this model.

Since it conflicted with his personality, it was naturally more difficult to learn, so Chu Sen stopped studying Feng Shui and instead learned another skill that was relatively more in line with his personality, which was called "fishing" in the industry.

Building a tomb, especially a large-scale one, requires a lot of "offerings". Some of these offerings can be purchased, such as stone statues, bronze mirrors, jade artifacts, which are common objects in tombs. Some "offerings" have to be found because they are nowhere to be purchased on the market. For example, some tombs require the burial of mandrills. There is definitely no place to buy such a strange creature as mandrill, so you can only find them. Doing this is called "fishing".

"Fishing" is a high-risk occupation among high-risk occupations in the geotechnical industry, but the income is also very considerable. Such people often need to go in and out of deep mountains and forests, and underground caves, but once they go out, it indicates a business involving huge amounts of money. For example, I found fish oil before, which was also "fishing", and I received a cash reward of one million afterwards.

People like Chu Sen are naturally adventurous, so he agreed without hesitation to take on a dangerous job like "fisherman" that most people are unwilling to do.

As a "fisherman", the requirements for physical fitness are higher than "cultural quality", so his current job is to exercise his body. Chu Sen is now extremely strong and can skillfully use the slingshot, the only long-range cold weapon recognized as legal by current laws.

Don’t underestimate the power of a slingshot. If you use it with a few rubber bands to throw stones or iron balls, its power is enough to kill people.

In short, Chu Sen was always preparing for his future "fishing" career, and like me, he did not waste a single day.

After the beginning of autumn, the weather in the south was still very hot. On a hot afternoon, a messenger of death came to Longhua Village.

The so-called messenger of death is the person who reports the news of someone's natural death in a village. On the one hand, he contacts people to arrange the funeral , and on the other hand, he notifies relatives and friends to see the deceased off for the last time.

Longhua Village does not only do "big jobs". We also take on some small funerals from the surrounding villages and townspeople. This is just pure help. After we go there, we help to set up the mourning hall and perform some rituals . As for the work involving grave repairs, small families usually do it themselves and don't need us to do it. So usually when we encounter such things, we go and handle it alone, and the fee is calculated at cost price. If we meet poor families, we don't charge any money at all.

There are two reasons for this. First, those in this business naturally believe in accumulating good karma. Second, from a business perspective, if you can't even handle funerals for your neighbors, who else would come to you for work? Therefore, you have to take on funerals in nearby villages, even if it means losing money.

The funeral I took on today was a very small job. A man from the neighboring village of Gaojia died of acute malaria before he could be sent to the hospital for treatment. He was not old, only in his early forties, and he had a blind mother in her seventies.

It is rare for an ordinary family to die from acute malaria, but it is not surprising that it happened in this family. First, their family was too poor and had no money to treat the disease. Secondly, the old mother was not only blind, but also had poor hearing. She did not notice that her son was sick, and eventually the acute disease, which was not serious, took a life.

This is the sorrow of the poor.

There is definitely no charge for doing funerals like this. I volunteered to take the job, if for no other reason than to familiarize myself with the entire funeral process. Otherwise, it would definitely not be enough if I was limited to theoretical knowledge.

After confirming the person to handle the matter, I took all the necessary tools and rushed to Gaojia Village. The two villages are very close to each other, and it only took me twenty minutes to get there by electric scooter. After getting off the car, I went into Gaojia Village and was greeted by the messenger of mourning.

Everyone in this village has the surname Gao, and they are all related. So even though there was no one left in the blind old woman's house, the neighbors all came to her aid.

Before I met the old lady, I had thought a lot about how to comfort such an elderly widower who had lost her son. But when I really saw her, I found that the old lady's mental state was very stable. She was not crying as I had imagined. When I entered her room, it was quiet and there was no sound at all.

Let's call the deceased Lao Gao for now. His family was extremely poor. It was reported that Lao Gao's parents had cancer one after another, and the treatment used up all the family's money, so Lao Gao never got married in his life. Who would be willing to marry such a person?

"It's a relief for him to die, but I feel sorry for his mother. How will she live after losing her son at such an old age?"

No matter how good life is, there will always be poor people. Compared with them, I am really very lucky.

As I walked into the dark little house, a musty smell hit me in the face. An old man was curled up in a corner of the bed. The quilt covering him was so dirty that I couldn't tell whether it was black or white. The old man had disheveled hair and his body was so dirty that I didn't know how many years it had been since he had washed.

"Oh, what a sin!" the messenger muttered in a low voice.

The electric light was the only household appliance in the house. After it was turned on, the filthy room could be seen more clearly. There was nothing else to say except that it was dirty and messy. The only thing that shocked me was that the body of the deceased was placed at the end of the old man's bed. Lao Gao was wearing a blue shroud and a straw mat was under his body.

But when I saw Lao Gao's face, I felt a little strange. His face actually had a green aura, which looked a little weird under the orange-yellow firelight .

Anyone with a little common sense knows that the blue color of a corpse is most likely due to poisoning. Thinking of this, I walked to the head of the corpse, close to its mouth and smelled the odor.

Sure enough, I smelled the odor of pesticide.

I immediately understood. I pulled the messenger out of the house and whispered, "Lao Gao didn't have acute malaria. He committed suicide ."

The messenger didn't show any strange expression. He sighed and said, "To be honest, everyone in our village knows how Lao Gao died, but we can't tell the old lady directly. If she knew that her son committed suicide, how would she live in the future?"

"Alas, but this old lady lived like this when she had a son. Now that her son is gone, how can she live?"

"The village is planning to pay for her to be sent to a county nursing home. Otherwise, even if the villagers can help, such a disabled elderly person won't be able to survive."

Life is so cruel. I see such a poor old woman, but I don’t have a good way to help her. Even giving her some money cannot solve the fundamental problem.

Thinking of this, I said, "Is there anyone in the village who can help me with this funeral?"

"Of course. We can't let you be busy alone. We are very grateful that you can come."

"Okay, could you please call over a few people to help us figure out what to do about this?"

"Okay, then please wait a moment." After saying this, the messenger hurried off to inform others.