I should be born.
There is an ancient town in the east of the north called Liu Town, Xiaoxiao Liu Town, with no more than a hundred households and no more than a thousand people, but it is famous in the north. Only because the people of Liuzhen have been making coffins for generations, the coffin of Liuzhen, the north country - extinct. Most of the people in Liuzhen have the surname Liu, only the Wang family is an outlier. If the coffin bureau produced by Liuzhen is the North Country-Jue, then the coffin of the Wang Family is the absolute of the best.
No one in Liuzhen can figure out when the Wang family settled in Liuzhen, only know that the Wang family's old man Wang Jue's skill in making coffins is unpredictable.
It is said that at first everyone did not know the location of the Wang family's coffin, but once a tomb robber stole a tomb that had been held for ten years. However, when he opened the coffin, he saw that the tomb owner had a lifelike face, and he was shocked and left, and the corpse of the person who used the coffin of the Wang family was actually not decayed for ten years, and his appearance remained unchanged. As soon as the news spread, the coffin of the royal family was famous in the northern country and was called the immortal coffin. But the Wang family has a very strange rule, that is, the Wang family only makes nine coffins every year, and most of them do not do it, and things are scarce and expensive, plus the name of the immortal coffin, the coffin of the Wang family is thousands of gold seekers.
However, the rule of nine coffins a year has not changed for decades. I heard that someone once forced Wang Jue to make the tenth coffin, but I don't know why the wind and thunder rolled that night, and the whole family of the person who persecuted Wang Jue was split into scorched hair by heavenly thunder, and if he rescued the ten coffins, he would be punished by heaven. From then on, no one dared to force Wang Jue to make the tenth coffin. And the coffin of the Wang family was deified again. Some people say that the coffin of the Wang family was used to be used by future generations; Some people say that the Wang family coffin can be a hundred years of calamity, so asking for a Wang family immortal coffin is even more overwhelming.
And the coffin of the royal family may not be sold to dignitaries, and sometimes even to poor people who cannot afford to be buried. Wang Jue has a peaceful temperament, and making a coffin is almost a divine skill, so he is quite respected by the people in the town, and he has nothing under his knees. Only - the youngest daughter, named Yu'er, is only 13 years old. There is also an apprentice Amu, Changyu'er is two years old, a child that Wang Jue picked up in the snow in the mountains twelve years ago. The famous Liuzhen Wang family has only three people, which is also a miracle in Liuzhen.
Wang Wan's daughter regarded her as a treasure, but she was harsh on Amu, and although she passed on the skill of making coffins to Amu, she often beat Amugui. The people of Liuzhen did not understand why the kind Wang Jue treated Amu like this, which became a topic of discussion often among the people of Liuzhen after tea. The magical coffin, the mysterious Wang family, and the Wang family is in the easternmost part of Liuzhen. A more remote boundary, green bricks and gray tiles, two courtyards is the Wang family. At this time, just after noon, the front yard of the Wang family was scattered with all kinds of old tools and all kinds of wood. Amu, dressed in cloth, was sitting on a 10,000 stool and concentrating on planing a pine board, and the planed wood flowers fell one after another. Although he was only fifteen years old, Amu looked handsome and angular, and his body looked tall and strong, wiped a handful of sweat, shook the wood chips on his body and finally finished planing this pine board. After looking at Amu carefully, he was more satisfied, so the work of planing wood is almost a compulsory course for Amu every day.
This year's coffins have long been filled with nine, but Amu's carpentry has nothing to do with the number of coffins, and it should be done as usual.
Another year, oops twelve years. Amu secretly sighed, the previous generation killed people, and made a coffin in this life. Amu often wondered if this was fate. Amu's previous life was a killer, and he was reborn into this world after failing his last mission, and inexplicably lost his memories of the first three years in this world.
Because when Amu first woke up, he felt like a baby in a chaos, there were people arguing in his ears, but he couldn't hear what it was, there seemed to be the sound of fighting, and there seemed to be colorful neon, flying sharp mother. But everything was hazy, and it felt like a nightmare. When Amu woke up again, he was a three-year-old child, lying alone on the vast snowfield without any memories of three years. Wang Jue checked him back in the snow. Since then, Amu has become an apprentice in a coffin shop.
In the blink of an eye, twelve years have passed, Amu smiled bitterly, and looked at the coffin board in his hand, but unfortunately the coffin he made was not enough to kill a fraction of the person he killed, drink some water, a fresh and pleasant voice interrupted Amu's thoughts. A young girl in a red dress carrying a celadon teapot stood playfully behind Amu.
It is said that Wang Jue is an old daughter, but the people of Liuzhen have never seen Yu'er's mother. Yu'er was born with a beautiful fetus, although she was only thirteen years old, she was already beautiful and beautiful. The skin is holy Xu, especially a pair of eyes that are as clear as water but deep and bottomless, and seem to have thousands of magical powers. Amu took the kettle and drank a few gulps directly into the spout, and the master Amu wiped his mouth with his cuff.
Yu'er pouted and glanced in the direction of the backyard, and then whispered: "Brother, I see that my father is holding that black rattan again, and his face is gloomy." Amu smiled bitterly, he knew what Yu'er meant, as long as he was like Master for twelve years. Amu is afraid that he will inevitably be pumped a few times, brother, I always advise my father not to hit you, but he doesn't listen at all. Yu'er was a little indignant, in Yu'er's heart, Amu was his own brother, and Yu'er had never seen his mother.
Since she was a child, except for Wang Jue, Amu is her only relative. Sometimes when I see my father beating and scolding Amu, Yu'er will cry secretly. Although Wang definitely regarded him as a treasure, there was only one thing, Wang never followed, that is, it didn't matter if he didn't hit Amu. Amu stood up and touched Yu'er's head and smiled. Men's affairs, you don't understand, beaten strong. Yu'er pouted, he really didn't understand why his father always beat his brother, but his brother never complained.
Amu came to the backyard, just at this time Wang Jue's somewhat old voice came, brother, Yu'er subconsciously pulled the corner of Amu's clothes. It is a blessing, not a curse, or a curse, and cannot be avoided. Chong Yu'er smiled. Amu grabbed the plank he had just planed and went to the backyard, knowing that the master was going to check how well he was doing, and he was probably going to be beaten again. In the backyard of the Wang family, there are actually nine coffins of different sizes and shapes, parked in a ring. However, these coffins are not finished products, either without the coffin lid, or the coffin board is incomplete, and some are not painted or engraved.
In the middle of the nine coffins, a hunchbacked old man in black, with gray hair and his back to Amu, holding a three-foot-long black shiny rattan in his hand full of old spots, he is Wang Jue. Looking at Wang Jue, especially at the rattan, Amu couldn't help but grin. In twelve years, this was the most impressive thing in Amu, deeper than those coffins.
