Pork head meat, pig ears, and roast chicken are all the best dishes to go with wine.

The old Taoist priest's eyes lit up: "Little brother, when did you buy these?"

Jin An smiled and said: "In the afternoon, I saw that you have the talent of a storyteller, Taoist, and I couldn't bear to interrupt you, so I went to the tavern on the next street to buy some food and drinks."

Old Taoist priest: "Haha, there is wine and meat, and the world is happy and carefree. You can't buy it for a thousand pieces of gold. You can't buy it for a thousand pieces of gold."

Next, the two of them had a drink and started talking, laughing, eating and drinking. They ate meat and drank wine, completely regardless of what the world thought of this coffin shop with a coffin style in the underworld. They felt so carefree.

Even the silly sheep was greedy and came over to have a drink. I don't know if it tasted like rice wine. After drinking it, it kept bleating, making Jin An and the old Taoist priest laugh heartily.

Wine is like life, first pure and then soft, first soft and then strong, first cold and then warm, first bitter and then sweet. Although wine hurts the liver and stomach, it is soothing. After three cups of old wine, you will be slightly drunk in the world of mortals.

A drinking man only needs a pot of wine and a small plate of peanuts to drink comfortably all day long. Jin An and the old Taoist priest chatted until midnight. Suddenly, in the dead of night, outside the coffin shop, there was the sound of chains being dragged on the ground.

sound.

Today, another piece of business came to the coffin shop. It was a pig butcher. The pig butcher's feet were locked with heavy stone locks, and the skin on his ankles was worn out. Every step he took was extremely heavy and difficult, and his face was painful. He needed encouragement.

It takes courage to take the next step.

Even so, he still reached the coffin shop step by step with difficulty.

"Boss, I want to order a coffin." Perhaps because the stone locks on his feet had numbed him from the pain, the pig butcher said expressionlessly after entering the shop.

The old Taoist priest looked at Jin An in surprise.

Jin An naturally understood why the old Taoist priest was surprised. The dead people buried under the coffin shop had obviously been taken care of by them. How could the coffin shop still have "undertakers" coming to buy coffins in the middle of the night?

Is it a coincidence that Mingdian has a strong Yin energy and is prone to encountering ghosts? Or is the fundamental problem of this Mingdian coffin shop yet to be resolved?

Jin An took a bite of pig head meat and then took a sip of wine to moisten his throat. He pointed at the coffin hanging above his head with his chopsticks and said: "I have black coffins here for people who have not yet finished their life, and there are black coffins for those who have died.

There are red coffins for funerals, white coffins for unmarried people, and affordable yellow coffins made of pine wood. Which coffin do you want to order?"
Chapter completed!