Chapter 11 Inverted Golden Hook

I look a little nervous, and maybe the real 'behind-the-scenes hand' is about to appear.

Fat Ma shouted, "If you are a good man, don't hide it." Just behind Ma Pangzi's words, three faces came out of the tomb we entered before, and we had never met.

A thin old man, with a middle-aged man with black glasses, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes.

It was the young man who spoke just now.

"Who are you?" Fatty Ma asked rudely.

The young man took a step forward and said, "You must have heard of the old mountain of the Northern School!"

Fat Ma's face immediately changed, and even the mud man's look was unnatural.

I asked carefully, "Who is Mr. Laoshan?"

The clay figurine replied concisely, "It's not a fuel-efficient lamp."

The next second, Fatty Ma said with a smiling face and said, "It turned out to be Mr. Lao Shan. I have been looking forward to his name for a long time. Just now, it was a boy and I didn't know Mount Tai."

I touched my hand to my waist. If I turn my face, mother, even the Heavenly King will have to turn him over.

Mr. Shan waved his hand to Fatty Ma and said in a hoarse voice, "Is that coffin gloomy wood?"

Fat Ma answered, "Yes, Mr. Shan." Fatty Ma is still more sophisticated than me and the clay figurine.

After the question, Laoshan Yezi also went to the stone platform.

I wink at Fatty Ma, and Fatty Ma came to my ear and said, "This is the cruel stubble."

Mr. Shan put his hand on the coffin and suddenly said, "The old man has done a lot of good deeds over the years!"

I was shocked and immediately stopped what I wanted to say, but I didn't expect the old man's ears to work so well.

I moved my eyes to the coffin.

The clay figurine said at this time, "Mr. Lao Shan, although you are an elder in the industry! But everything has a sequence.

"A first? I don't know how much effort my master has spent on this coffin," the young man said disdainfully.

"Shut up, Xiaonan! This little brother is right. Everything is in order, and the rules can't be bad. Old Mountain scolded hoarsely.

Xiaonan had to close his mouth and retreat aside.

Mr. Shan continued, "Sir little brothers, tell me about your conditions!"

Now that the words have come to this end, I don't tolerate it. I asked directly, "Where are the hills?"

"What hill?" Xiaonan said rudely.

Fat Ma heard me ask about the hills, and he no longer pretended to be a grandson. He said firmly, "It's my hilly girl. You don't want a pig's nose to put green onions and garlic."

Xiaonan was choked by Fat Ma and couldn't speak.

I took out a photo to show them, but they shook their heads.

Mr. Shan said hoarsely, "I think several little brothers have misunderstood. I have never seen the girl in the photo."

It seems to be a misunderstanding. I put away the photos.

Mr. Shan continued, "Except for this coffin, the bright weapons in the coffin are all yours after opening, how about it?"

Fat Ma has always been concerned about money. When it comes to this issue, Ma Fatty is not ambiguous and said, "Mr. Shan, I will say it directly. If there is no bright weapon in the coffin, what will it be?"

The third man frowned and said, "If not, I will compensate you with a golden soup in the mouth of the Empress Xiaozhuang."

Fatty Ma frowned and hurriedly.

But the clay figurine was not happy to say, "I'm afraid the value of this coffin is more than one golden spoon!"

Xiaonan scolded, "Don't take an inch."

Old Mountain shouted, "Xiaonan must not be rude. We have the spirit of the northern faction." Old Mountain thought for a while and said, "How about offering another handful of Zhu Yuanzhang's purple jade urine pot?"

The clay figurine also took a step back, and the agreement was reached.

Mr. Shan put his hand on the coffin again. For a while, his hands began to tremble, and he could see that he was a little excited.

"Can you do it? "Old Mountain," I asked.

Mr. Shan took his hand back and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm rude." With that, he bowed to the coffin and retreated from the stone platform.

I looked at Mr. Shan in surprise and thought something had happened.

"You come down first," Xiaonandao. We came down from the stone platform.

Mr. Shan has given us enough face, and we can't help but know what's good or bad! Otherwise, he will turn around later. I don't think the black glasses standing behind him are definitely a vegetarian. Maybe they will clean us up.

The clay figurine: "They have many rules in the north!"

I heard that they always mention the northern faction, "Is it possible that there is still a southern faction," I asked.

The clay figurine gave me an affirmative answer.

"Then do we belong to the southern faction or the northern faction?"

Fat Ma smiled and said, "We are not of any faction, we are liberals."

The clay figurine was a little embarrassed after hearing Fatty Ma's words. And I don't care about the southern and northern factions.

Xiaonan took out incense and paper money from his backpack, lit it in front of the coffin, and then handed the incense to Mr. Shan. Mr. Lao Shan buckled three long heads to the coffin, followed by black glasses and Xiaonan.

Then Mr. Shan said some righteous official words to the coffin and then got up.

Xiao Nan quickly patted the dust on Lao Shan's knee.

Mr. Shan handed me the incense. I was stunned. After receiving it, I also politely worshipped. Fatty Ma also learned to worship me, but the clay figurine refused to worship, and Mr. Lao Shan did not force it.

Everything was done, and we stepped forward again. I know that if the coffin is opened, the coffin must not be damaged. This kind of ebony has always been unattainable and extremely precious. It is not too rare to be called it.

Mr. Shan is a fastidious man. After approaching the coffin, he saluted it again.

Because the coffin made of this kind of wood does not need too much carving, otherwise it will destroy the wood itself. Senior carpenters directly take out the ebony from the hollow and then put the dead in. This is the most perfect way.

Mr. Shan took out a small golden knife and slowly thought about it on the side of the coffin. His movements were very small. Xiaonan wanted to come forward to help, but he was stopped by Mr. Shan. He came forward with black glasses to help, but Mr. Shan didn't say anything.

Their movements were very small, so the speed was very slow. About a quarter of an hour later, they stopped. I came forward and found that the coffin did not seem to be damaged at all. Are they doing useless work?

Mr. Shan took out a gold wire hook from his pocket, both of which were at the ends.

He carefully put the gold hook close to the side of the coffin. Under the strong gathering of light, I saw a needle-eye-sized opening.

I looked at the golden hook again. Although it was very small, it was impossible to put it in, but when I thought it was impossible, I was convinced.

Mr. Shan's hand is not like the hand of a 60 or 70-year-old man at all, but like a little girl's hand, which is very tender.

In an instant, Lao Shanye's exquisite fingers were like embroidery, and the golden hook passed through the eye of the needle. The method was really amazing.

Soon another gold wire was pierced from a needle eye, which was obviously the middle part. Mr. Shan pulled the gold.

I wiped my eyes and found that there were three needles on the side of the coffin. Two gold hooks hooked the two needleholes and pulled the gold thread from the middle needlehole, which locked the coffin.

Fat Ma said at this time, "Mr. Shan, can such a thin golden thread be made?"

Old Mountain wiped his sweat and did not answer Fatty Ma.

Xiaonan said, "When the master does it, he doesn't like to be disturbed by others."

Fat Ma stared and stopped talking.

The black glasses took out a handkerchief from the bag. After taking the handkerchief, the third master first soaked it in water and then wrapped the gold thread.

Mr. Shan obviously took a lot of effort, as can be seen from the sweat on his forehead.

It was time for Xiaonan to hand over a bottle of water, and Lao Shan took a sip.

Fat Ma sniffed hard and immediately came up with a smile: "Mr. Shan, can you give the boy a taste?"

Xiao Nan said fiercely, "You fat man, why do you want everything!"

I pulled down Fatty Ma. Fatty Ma shook off my hand and whispered, "It's a good old wine!"

I can't do anything about it. This fat man owes his mouth.

Mr. Shan wiped his mouth and said to Xiaonan, "It doesn't matter. Since the little brother likes it, give him a drink."

Xiaonan reluctantly handed the wine to Fatty Ma. Fatty Ma picked up the wine and took a sip. Seeing this, Xiaonan hurried to collect the wine pot.

Fat Ma looked like he had an endless aftertaste and asked, "What is this made of?"

"I can't say," Xiaonan decisively broke the idea of Fatty Ma.