Chapter 179

This shroud shop usually opens at 8 a.m. now it's more than 10 a.m., so it has already opened.

At this time, there is a rocking chair at the door of the shroud shop. An old man wearing a white shirt sits on the rocking chair and basks in the sun.

The old man has white hair. Although he looks a little old, it can be seen that he is old and vigorous.

That radiant face is full of red light. It looks majestic and dignified, which makes people feel very kind and comfortable.

Now there are some pedestrians on the street. When these pedestrians pass the door of the shroud shop, they will say hello to the old people sitting in the sun at the door.

After seeing these greeting pedestrians, the old man gave them a reply in high spirits.

However, although there are many people greeting, the business in the shroud shop is still very cold.

After all, dead people don't happen every day. They can't expect people to die every day.

Therefore, the old man has long practiced a good attitude. It's not comfortable to tie paper people in the store every day and sort out money.

The old man is Hu Tianba, the biological grandfather of the little fat man Hu Batong, nicknamed Hu Ye.

The old man's name is quite powerful and domineering, but it is said that the old man didn't call it before.

He changed the name himself.

His name used to be Hu Dayan. Because his father liked smoking cigarettes very much, he gave him such a lovely name.

When old man Hu grew up, everyone gave him a nickname called snuff bottle (HU). Later, old man was angry and changed his name directly.

So the name Hu Tianba has been continued.

Hu Ye is very prestigious in the old city.

Because he not only runs a shroud shop, but also looks at Feng Shui.

And he saw it very accurately, so many people would come all the way to see feng shui.

However, although people here know that the old man thinks Feng Shui is powerful, they don't know where Hu learned this unique skill.

Because Mr. Hu's family was not local before, but moved here 20 years ago.

Some elderly people once guessed that Mr. Hu would watch Feng Shui probably because he used to be a gold school captain.

Because Feng Shui was not popular decades ago, and underground workers such as gold are the most popular, many old people think that old man Hu used to do this.

Moreover, it is said that after old man Hu drank too much wine, he once disclosed a word or two.

But when people asked him about it, he refused to admit it, so later people gradually faded down and stopped talking about it.

Today, Mr. Hu is in a good mood because he knows that his grandson Hu Batong will come back today, so he specially basks in the sun at the door and waits for the little fat man Hu Batong to come.

"Squeak ~ ~"

Suddenly, a strong brake stopped at the gate of the shroud shop.

The strong brake sound startled old man Hu sitting in the lounge chair and almost threw him off the chair.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw a red Ferrari parked in front of him.

The old man looked at the red Ferrari, his eyes lit up, and his anger disappeared in an instant.

Because he knew it was a good car. If a good car came to the door, there must be a good business, so he suddenly smiled on his red face.

However, his smile was still confiscated, and a chubby little fat man jumped directly from the car.

After jumping down, he held Ferrari and vomited wildly. It looked like he was going to vomit bile.

Old man Hu was stunned when he looked at the little fat man who vomited wildly. Isn't this his baby grandson Hu Batong.

Watching Hu Batong vomit wildly, the old man was worried. He quickly got up and came to Hu Batong.

"You melon child, what's the matter? Why spit like this..." old man Hu quickly patted Hu Batong on the back and said with worry.

"Vomit... Vomit... Grandpa... I, I'm fine... This, this bastard drives too fast... I'm a little carsick..." Hu Batong explained to old man Hu as he vomited.

Mr. Hu looked in the direction of Hu Batong's fingers and saw a man wearing a black T-shirt and light jeans come down from the car.

The man is very handsome. He looks more obsessed with hanging around with his hands in his pockets. If there are girls here, they will scream.

After getting off the bus, the man walked directly to Hu Batong.

"Madder, look at your promise. You haven't made a good car in your life. You spit like this once. Don't you think I drive too fast? I think you're itchy... "Xiao Yao came over and couldn't help saying to Hu Batong.

At this time, old man Hu was angry when he saw the man talking to his grandson so impolitely.

He has lived here for so many years. No one dares to bully his baby grandson. Today, the boy said his grandson's skin itched. How can he stop being angry.

"You melon child, who do you say is itchy? I think you are itchy!"

Mr. Hu said and directly picked up the long cigarette pipe in his hand and hit Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao was startled by the old man who suddenly started. He jumped quickly and dodged.

When old man Hu saw that Xiao Yao dared to dodge, he was even more angry. Holding a long cigarette pipe, he would continue to beat Xiao Yao.

However, as soon as his body moved, he was quickly cut off by the Hu Batong next to him.

"Oh... Grandpa, Grandpa... Don't fight, don't fight, misunderstandings... He's my mentor. He sent me back..." Hu Batong said quickly, holding back his feelings.

Old man Hu was stunned when he heard that Xiao Yao was Hu Batong's mentor.

Then there was an awkward smile on the red face, even without the accent.

"Ah... Hehe, it's the teacher of batun. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was a little excited just now. Please don't be angry..." old man Hu hurried forward to shake hands with Xiao Yao and apologized.

Xiao Yao was also stunned when he looked at the old man's face becoming so fast.

But he quickly reacted and shook hands with the old man.

"You're welcome, you're welcome... Hu Batong didn't catch the bus today. He said he was anxious to come back to see you, so I drove him back directly. He said he missed you a little, so I might drive faster. Don't be angry..." Xiao Yao quickly opened his mouth and made up a reason to the old man.

Hearing Xiao Yao's words, the old man couldn't help glancing at Hu Batong. He looked at Xiao Yao with a look of gratitude.

"Well, well, thank you, thank you, teacher, please come inside..."

With a smile on his face, old man Hu quickly welcomed Xiao Yao into the shroud shop.

Xiao Yao looked at the suddenly enthusiastic old man with a smile on his face, and then followed the old man in.

After entering the shroud shop, Xiao Yao was stunned.

To tell you the truth, he has never been to such a place.

I've only heard of it before, but I've never really entered such a place. After all, this place is still unlucky.

After entering the door, the old man directly arranged Xiao Yao to sit down on a round table in the store, which is usually used to receive guests.

After Xiao Yao sat down, he couldn't help looking at the furnishings in the house.

The room didn't look very big. It was filled with funeral supplies, such as some paper dolls and lifelike white horses.

Besides these, there are wreaths, paper money, silver bags, Changxiang and all kinds of things here.

These things fill up the already small stores, making people feel a little crowded.

Seeing Xiao Yao observing the furnishings in the house, old man Hu smiled awkwardly and hurried over with a pot of tea.

"You're Miss Xiao, aren't you? I'm really sorry. My store is a little small and it seems a little crowded. Don't care..." the old man quickly poured Xiao Yao a cup of tea and said with a smile.

Xiao Yao looked at the old man so polite, shook his head and smiled.

"You're welcome, sir. I won't care about this..."