Fang Qifa had heard of the legend about Peng Zu, but it was not as vivid as Niu Banxian. After listening to it, he felt that his story was not only mysterious, but also seemed to contain some special meanings. However, Fang Qifa had no culture, and could only vaguely understand it, but could not say what it was.

At this time, Peng Shiqi walked in from outside, looked at the table, and asked casually: "Are you good food and drink?"

"Eat it, eat it." Niu Banxian burped, looked at the empty wine bottle with his eyes squinted, and said vaguely: "This big song is really...uh...so good."

At this moment, he and Fang Qifa both had red eyes and smelled of alcohol. With his eyes and movements, anyone who saw them would think that they had a bottle of wine, but they were still not happy.

Peng Shiqi's eyes flashed with a hint of smugness and said, "Just eat enough, I have some wine in our family. But we can't drink too much now. When the two of you finished performing for the old man and your relatives and friends who celebrated their birthday in the evening, I will definitely toast you two for three glasses of wine each and send you back in person."

When he heard him say the word "go back" and his tone was aggravated, his mind was sober.

Niu Banxian laughed, picked up the empty wine bottle and fell, put the bottle mouth on his mouth, and waited for a few drops of residual wine at the bottom of the bottle to drip into his mouth before putting down the bottle, rubbing his hands, smacking his lips and inspiring him, "It's time to eat, drink what you should drink, and don't be idle either."

Then he turned around and asked Peng Shiqi: "Boss, besides the evening performance, what else can we help with next to it?"

Peng Shiqi looked embarrassed and hesitant, and after a moment he said to the two: "Come with me."

The two followed him out of the house, walked through the side, and came to a shed made of corner iron and asbestos tiles in the backyard.

As soon as I entered the shed, a chill broke out on my back after inspiration.

This shed is built by Zhou Zheng. To be honest, it is much better than the dilapidated house in the house.

What makes people feel terrifying is that there are no daily necessities in the shed, but a coffin is parked in the middle of the shed!

Peng Shiqi showed a embarrassed expression again and sighed before he could speak.

Niu Banxian rolled his eyes and asked, "Is this the 'old house' prepared for himself by the old man?"

Peng Shiqi nodded and said embarrassedly: "My old man is an old feudal man, and everything must be done according to the old rules. So, I have to take advantage of my 70th birthday to build such an "old house" for myself. Everyone in the family thinks it is unlucky, but no one can stubborn the old man..."

After hearing what he said, Fang Qifa already understood why he had such a difficult expression.

Many elderly people will prepare their own "old house", that is, coffins, when they are alive. The customs of different places are different. In the local area, it is important that the "old house" must be completed on the birthday.

Now that the old house is ready, there is only one process left, which is painting.

It is said that the work of painting a coffin should be done by a coffin maker, but there is also a saying that when a person reaches a certain age, the paint process of the old house prepared for himself cannot be done by the carpenter who builds the coffin, but asks outsiders who have nothing to do with the family. The meaning is that the owner is respected and respected, and even irrelevant people are willing to "add bricks and tiles" to their old houses.

This custom is a blessing for the master, but for outsiders, painting the coffin is not a good job. Therefore, in the past, there were usually such things. The master went to the street to find people he didn't know, so he made up an excuse to invite people to his home and to the front of the coffin before telling the truth, asking the man to "add bricks and tiles" for his own family.

Of course, work is not done in vain. Generally, the owner will give a heavy reward to the "passers" who "added bricks and tiles". If the invited person accepts it, the matter will be natural. The "old house" is completed and people will be left with money. If the invited person does not agree, the owner will still have to give some compensation. After sending the person away, he will go to the street to invite others.

After figuring this out, Fang Qifa secretly gave Niu Banxian a wink, meaning to ask him: Why don’t we just take the opportunity to refuse the master? Don’t ask for red envelopes. It’s better to have less trouble than more. Let’s take the opportunity to escape?

Niu Banxian pretended not to see the wink he handed over, stuffed a finger into his mouth and twitched his cheeks, looked at Peng Shiqi squintly, and said vaguely: "Your old man is really particular. This is to let us be a polite worker (a special name for 'adding bricks and tiles', which means coming to come to work with you and willing to work)."

"Yes." Peng Shiqi was calm at this moment, stretched out one hand and stretched out five fingers, "This number."

Fang Qichao's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Five hundred?"

The money was still very valuable in that day. For him, five hundred yuan was already a considerable amount.

He was just used to being poor and was obsessed with money for a moment. As soon as he said that, he soon remembered Niu Banxian's words and the dangers of coming to the Peng family.

Fang Qifa is definitely not a brainless person, but Peng Shiqi's next words suddenly crushed the cleverness in his mind to death.

Peng Shiqi seemed to have not heard what Fang Qifa said, frowned and stroked his hair, and looked at the two of them and said sincerely: "I invite you two, one because my old man really likes to watch tricks. And then... you two are knowledgeable and now you understand... In addition to performing, I also want to invite you to be a magistrate again.

I have to say that I am very disgusted with these old feudal things, but I can't resist the old man's stubbornness. I also know that this life is said to be happy in an open manner, but in fact it is quite unlucky for you. After all, I lied to you...

Alas... I'll just say that, parents gave birth to me and raised me, they were right and wrong! People are not as poor as they were in the old days, and no one is willing to do this job. In this way, if you are willing to do it, I will give you one thousand, one thousand each! Do you think it's okay?"

Before Fang Qikai could think about it, Niu Banxian gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

Seeing Peng Shiqi turning his eyes to him, Fang Qifa glanced at Niu Banxian and gritted his teeth: "As long as you go, give half first!"

"That won't work." Peng Shiqi shook his head, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, rolled his eyes, and stuffed the money into Niu Banxian's hand: "Since you all agreed, don't say anything and half-pull it all. This is two thousand five... I can't do anything to my father, so I... I'll... Anyway, I have to make everything go smoothly for the old man, and no one can blame me for the end!"

"Filial son! Great filial son!" Niu Banxian suddenly pointed his thumb at him: "Don't worry, this matter is for both of us!"
Chapter completed!