A small town on the border of the south of the Yangtze River, a town with fish and rice, the sky is gray in March, and the rain, with a little warmth, drizzling from the sky. August 1st Middle School√     W  W.

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In just one hour, Yan Feng came to Binyue. As Si Nanlie said, Binyue is not a big city, and it is not even a city. It is just a quiet rural town.

A small town also has its benefits. When Yan Feng enters this town, he feels a sense of peace and no external chaos.

The town of Binyue is a bit antique, and the houses in the town will not exceed three floors at most. Many are even cast with pine wood and green tiles as the roof.

Yan Feng walked on the streets of this town, and the ground was covered with blue feldspar. Due to the rain, many old vegetable sellers on both sides of the street had collected stalls, but some were still unsuccessful. They used a large umbrella to block the wind and rain, and there were still fresh vegetables picked from the fields in front of them.

If these fresh vegetables are sold overnight, they will be difficult to sell. Although the money is not much, it is also a lot of income for the old farmers.

Many small shops on both sides are not affected by the rain. They should be opened or opened. There are also many people on the street holding umbrellas.

There are only a few thousand people in the entire town, and there are only one street where you buy and sell.

Yan Feng was wearing a white dress and scattered for a long time. Uncle Wei Xiu was hidden under the black robe, and his small corner was also buried in the black robe. An umbrella in his hand was used to cover up Yan Feng's falling rain.

The two of them were quite eye-catching, but they didn't pay much attention to it. This kind of town is different from big cities. In the countryside, there are often Mr. Yin and Yang, Taoist priests going up the mountain. Although the two of them dressed a little strangely compared to ordinary people, they did not attract any onlookers.

The sound of rain fell to the ground, and Yan Feng stepped on the Bluestone Street where water began to accumulate, step by step on the street until the entrance of a coffin shop, and stopped.

This is the only coffin shop in the whole town. If there is any funeral in the town, the utensils you need, such as paper money wreaths, are all purchased here.

The rain fell on the umbrella, and there was a clattering sound. Yan Feng stood at the door of the store, looking at the two people talking in the store.

One of them, obviously the buyer, was wearing an ordinary old-fashioned gray jacket, with a typical back-comb-leader-shaped head. It was white and she wore a pair of frameless glasses, and had a haggard look on her face. It was obvious that she hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

This person is Ye Bin.

"Brother, we have coffins made of three materials: cypress, pine and nanmu. Which one do you want?"

The seller is a middle-aged man in his early forties. He looks quite honest and is introducing the types of coffins to Ye Bin.

"I don't understand this, but Nanmu's should be the best one."

"You want Nanmu's."

"Brother, nanmu is of course the best, but I have different nanmu, some are worse and some are better. I don't know which category you want. Of course, the better ones will be even more expensive."

Ye Bin frowned and thought for a moment and said, "I want the best one in your store."

“Best”

This middle-aged man thought about it and continued, "I have a pair of the best nanmu coffin. I have worked hard to find this material from a friend, but the price is a bit high, I don't know."

"You tell me, how much"

Ye Bin had a sad look on his face, and obviously he didn't want to stay here for too long.

"Eight hundred thousand."

"Eight" Ye Bin was stunned when he heard the price, and his face suddenly showed a sense of dismay.

To be honest, of course he wanted his wife to sleep in the best coffin, after all, before his death

I did not give her a wealthy life, and let her suffer and suffer for so many years with me. This last journey must not make her shabby anymore.

But he really doesn't have that much money. He has been an official for many years, but his life savings are only about 100,000 yuan.

Looking at this scene, Yan Feng outside the coffin shop sighed. Ye Bin, although he has been in a high position for many years, and the power in his hands is no problem, not to mention a hundred thousand or million, he is indeed a veritable honest official. If he is greedy, not to mention an official of his level, even if he is a small town mayor, 800,000 is definitely not a big deal.

But, the number of 800,000 is stumped by Ye Bin now.

Just when Ye Bin was in trouble, Yan Feng looked up at the name of the coffin shop, and happened to see that the sign of the coffin shop had a sign, which was a word printed on the lower left corner of the sign. Su

The major Yin and Yang families also need funds to maintain huge family operations, so there are branches of their tribes running some Yin and Yang businesses, both large and small, and coffin shops are naturally one of them.

If we follow this inference, this coffin shop must be the property of the Su family in Jiangnan.

After thinking about it, Yan Feng walked into the coffin shop.

"Boss, this coffin is recorded in my account."

As soon as Yan Feng's voice came out, Ye Bin turned his head and saw him, and he suddenly had surprise in his eyes: "Xiao Feng, you"

Yan Feng looked at Ye Bin with a firm look in his eyes: "Uncle Ye, please leave it to me to deal with the funeral of Aunt Ye."

Ye Bin looked at Yan Feng with such a look, paused for a moment, and nodded.

After getting Ye Bin's permission, Yan Feng turned to the middle-aged man in Fu and continued, "Boss, I want the coffin you mentioned earlier. As for the money, you can get it from Maoshan. I think as a member of the Su family, this matter should not be very troublesome."

When the middle-aged man Fu heard this, he was obviously a little surprised. Yan Feng actually knew the existence of the Su family and knew that the Su family was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Are you a guy from Maoshan?"

Yan Feng nodded, then took out an ancient gold medal the size of a palm from his arms and handed it to the boss. The front, the two words were engraved with Zhengtian, and the reverse, the opposite was engraved with Yan.

This is given to him by Si Nanlie. Yan Feng is away all year round, and it is much more convenient to have this token.

"You can go to Maoshan to withdraw money with this token."

This middle-aged man, after taking the token, was stunned at first, and then reacted, especially when he saw the token's word "大天" and turned the token over and saw the word "天天" and was immediately scared.

No matter how he is in such a border town, he is a member of the Su family after all, so he has naturally heard of Zhengtian Alliance. When he saw this token, he knew that this was the elder order of the Alliance.

"Su Fengmao, Su family, meets with the elder of the alliance"

Seeing this, Yan Feng smiled slightly: "No need to do this, just send that coffin safely, and the money will naturally not be dissipated."

"Don't worry, Mr. Meng, the coffin will be delivered on time. As for money, Mr. Meng's money must not be accepted." As he said this, the middle-aged man presented the ancient gold token with both hands and respectfully presented it to Yan Feng.

Yan Feng didn't say much, but took the order from the old man to look at Ye Bin: "Uncle, take me to my aunt's place."

He turned his head to look at the rain that was getting heavier outside, and Yan Feng's tone was also filled with sadness.

"I can, let you see you for the last time."

Listening to Yan Feng's words, Ye Bin was shocked. Of course, he knew Yan Feng's intention was to be in a high position. He was calm and composed for many years, but at this moment, a half-white old man couldn't help but burst into tears.

The sound of rain, dripping, sounds in this peaceful and quiet town.
Chapter completed!