The rich man of Qingping Town died, and the rich man was stingy and frugal all his life, and told his family to keep the funeral simple. The housekeeper bought a coffin at the market, and the corpse was prepared for burial in three days.
Mr. Feng Shui saw that Jichen needed to be buried before dawn, so before dawn, the funeral hall was brightly lit and ready to be buried. At the bottom of the coffin was a golden quilt. The rich man was lying in the middle, his face covered with a corpse cloth, and the top was covered with a layer of silver quilt, which meant that he was covered with gold and silver.
The housekeeper took a bowl of water and gave each of the rich man's children cotton wool. He took turns dipping the cotton wool in the water to wipe the rich man's cheeks, and finally drank the bowl of water together, which ended the rich man's worries during his lifetime. Finally, the rich man's eldest son picked up the rich man's head, and then put a copper coin in the rich man's mouth, which was the eldest son holding his head. Finally, he put the clothes and favorite items of the rich man in the place where the rich man's heel was, then covered the coffin and nailed rivets.
Everyone was so busy that they didn't notice that when the clothes were placed in Wang's coffin just now, an ingot of silver fell from Wang's rich man's pocket and fell to the ground.
After the rivets were nailed, the butler called out to the Four Great Diamonds. The so-called Four Great Diamonds were people's honorary titles for coffin bearers, who were usually young, strong and well-behaved middle-aged men in the village. The four people who came were headed by the Dynasty, and the other three were Ma Han, Zhang Wu, and Zhao Liu.
The stick was put on the hemp rope, and before the coffin was lifted, something on Zhao Liu's ground scratched his feet, and when he looked down, it turned out to be an ingot of silver. Zhao Six thought to himself, who had been busy shaking it off just now, pretended to tie his shoelaces, and stuffed the silver into the sleeve. Then put it in his pants pocket. Zhao Six was very proud, thinking that today's trip was not in vain, not only could he get two wages, but he also picked up fifty taels of silver, enough to spend a few months.
The sticks were put on, and the butler shouted, "Immortal, go on your way." The four King Kongs used their strength together to lift the coffin. The filial sons and grandsons of the rich man carried the banner, cried like a piece, and led the way in front, and the four followed behind with the coffin. But not long after walking out of the Wang family, the coffin shook, and soon it shook more violently. The dynasty signaled the four to walk slower, and the coffin gradually stopped shaking.
The Dynasty turned back and said, "Brothers, everyone didn't do anything today, did they?" Ma Han said, "Behave yourself, as usual." Zhang Wu and Zhao Liu also said they didn't do anything. It's just that Zhao Six muttered to himself, and he was a little scared. Because he has been carrying the coffin for many years, he knows that the person who carries the coffin can't do nothing wrong, and he blames himself for being greedy today. Fifty taels of silver is a lot of money for everyone, and I don't know how anxious a person who loses money is. But after a while, Zhao Six thought about it, this is the fortune bestowed on me by God. If I don't take it, someone else will take it, how can I go against God's will? Thinking of this, Zhao Six relaxed a lot.
The four of them carried the coffin and continued walking forward, but the burden on their shoulders seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the coffin began to shake again, and the range was getting bigger and bigger. The dynasty had been carrying the coffin for many years, and he knew that there must be something wrong with this situation, so he turned around and saw Zhao Six sweating profusely and his face was pale. The Dynasty asked, "What's wrong with you, Zhao Six?" Before Zhao Six could answer, he only heard Wang's little grandson shouting from behind, "Grandpa, what are you doing standing on it?" Zhao Six screamed, and his feet fell unsteadily to the ground, and the coffin fell to the ground.
The moment Zhao Liu fell to the ground, the ingot of silver rolled out of Zhao Liu's pocket and landed at the feet of the eldest son of the rich man Wang. The eldest son of the rich man picked it up and said in surprise, "Isn't that the ingot of silver that my father usually plays ? Because the rich man Wang was stingy and frugal, and afraid of spending money himself, he only had one ingot of fifty taels of silver in his pocket, so when he wanted to spend money, when he thought that the fifty taels would be gone, he should feel distressed and not spend money. Because he played with this ingot of silver all year round, the silver was shiny by him, and at the bottom of the silver was the word "Save money!" engraved by the rich man Wang himself. Because he saw his father playing with it every day, eldest son of the rich man recognized it at a glance.
Zhao Liu was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak, and the dynasty said angrily, "Zhao Liu, don't you know our rules? How can you do such a thing?" Zhao Liu didn't say anything, seeing that his feet were swollen badly, he called another young man to carry the coffin and let Zhao Six go home to rest.
The four of them lifted the coffin again, and Dynasty patted the coffin and said, "Master, stop making trouble, it's time to set off, or you'll miss your auspicious time. People have the road of the sun, and ghosts have the road of ghosts. If you make trouble again, don't blame me for being rude." Sure enough, nothing unusual happened later. Before sunrise, Wang's coffin was buried smoothly, along with the ingot of his favorite silver.
Everyone returned to the house of the rich man Wang to prepare dinner, and no one agreed to call Zhao Six. When they opened the door, Zhao Six was already dead in bed. I don't know if he was scared to death or killed by the ghost of the stingy rich man.