Volume 1 Chapter 71 Our Rules
In the following days, I went to the funeral home on time, but I climbed over the wall every time. Yan Zi said that the door of our funeral home is only open at night because only at night do we have customers. On the night of my first day at work, Zhang Huifang's husband came and was very satisfied with his wife's appearance. That night, Zhang Huifang's body was taken to the cremation room for cremation.
The so-called cremation room is usually managed by Heimao. I asked Yan Zi curiously how much money we could make from such a business.
Yan Zi raised four fingers and said, "Forty thousand, this is a bit more troublesome, it's a bit higher than usual."
I was shocked. Such a business would cost 40,000 yuan! I used to work with my uncle at funeral parlors, and we had been dealing with funeral homes for many years, so I was familiar with the prices. I wonder how many orders of business this 40,000 yuan would be worth from an average funeral home!
"How much do you charge for the usual ones?"
Yan Zi thought for a moment and said, "About 20,000 or 30,000. Generally, we don't accept anything below 20,000."
I took a deep breath and said that this was really too high. It was no different from robbery.
Yan Zi sneered and said, "They spend twenty, thirty, forty or fifty thousand to keep their homes safe, which is already a good deal. With the few bodies you've seen in the past few days, do you think restaurants like Changfu can handle it?"
My heart skipped a beat when I heard that. Thinking back carefully, all the corpses I encountered in the past few days really had big problems. Whether it was the man who was beheaded, Zhang Huifang who was pregnant with a snake fetus, or even the male corpse with an iron spike piercing his chest, none of them could be normal.
Yan Zi glanced at me and said, "I heard from the eldest brother that your cooking skills are very good. Even the second sister can't find any fault with it. However, you still made a mistake."
I was shocked when I heard this and recalled all the details of the previous handling of the corpse, and there seemed to be no loopholes.
Yan Zi laughed and said, "Did you sew up Zhang Huifang's belly?"
I said yes, there was a big cut in the woman's stomach, of course it had to be sutured with needle and thread. Halfway through my speech, I suddenly had an idea and exclaimed, "Ah!" It suddenly dawned on me: "The woman's stomach!"
When this woman was brought here by her husband, she was pregnant. But after Shou Zhugan took out the snake fetus, I sewed up the woman's belly . Wouldn't her husband immediately find something wrong when he came to see it?
This was indeed an oversight on my part, I should have stuffed it with cotton or muslin before sewing it.
Yan Zi asked, "Did Second Sister see it in person at that time, but didn't she say anything?"
When I thought about it, it was true. My second mother-in-law had clearly come to see me at that time, but she didn't point it out on the spot.
"That's it. Second sister didn't point it out because it doesn't matter whether you fill it out or not. Zhang Huifang's husband actually knew that there was something wrong with the fetus in his wife's belly, so he sent her to us."
After hearing this, I understood most of it. It turned out that the reason why Ronghua Funeral Home could survive was because it took on some special business. Although the orders were relatively small, the quality was the key. As the saying goes, if you don't open for three years, you can make a living for three years after you open.
This is quite good. When there is no business, I can relax and get paid anyway.
That morning, I had just climbed through the iron gate and was about to go to the corpse dressing room when I saw Yan Zi walking towards me. Her hair was tied with a pink hairband, and she was wearing a black and white plaid short skirt, revealing her fair and plump thighs, and a pair of bright red sandals. Yan Zi was already in her thirties, but she looked so young in this outfit, just like those seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls on the street.
When she saw me, she lifted up her skirt and said, "How about this dress, does it look good on me?"
I said, "It does look nice, but it's a bit inappropriate to wear it like this in our funeral home, right?" Funeral homes have always been the boundary between the living and the dead, and they emphasize solemnity and dignity. The red and green clothes are really out of place.
Yan Zi came up and tapped my head, saying, "I like it, I am happy with it!"
I covered my head, wondering if all women are like this, I am the most happy in everything. But Yan Zi got up so early today, which surprised me a little, so I said, "Why didn't you sleep today?"
Yan Zi threw me a coquettish look and said, "Why, you want to sleep with your sister? Come early tomorrow to reserve the room, but today is not possible. The eldest brother and the others have gone to the front hall, so we have to go over and take a look."
I couldn't help but wonder: "What happened?"
Yan Zi's face turned cold and she sneered, "Someone broke the rules and had to send the body to my door in broad daylight!"
I was shocked. I heard that all our clients were introduced by some familiar middlemen. We have been cooperating for many years and know the rules. How could such a thing happen?
Following Yan Zi, we turned a few corners and arrived at the front living room. This living room was more magnificent than the other houses. It was a two-story building. We went up the stairs to the second floor and saw sofas, coffee tables and other things inside. There was even a TV on the cabinet, but it was very old-fashioned. We didn't know how many years ago it was made and whether it could be used .
Boss Ma, Black Hair, Muscle Man, and Skinny Bamboo were already inside. Skinny Bamboo was still the same, with long arms and legs, standing there blankly, like a long bamboo pole, with no expression on his face. Black Hair was talking to two people, and his voice was quite loud, and it seemed that they were arguing. Muscle Man stood aside, with an honest smile on his face, and didn't say anything.
Boss Ma was sitting on the sofa drinking tea with a gloomy face. Opposite him, there were two people sitting on the sofa. One was a man in his thirties, short and fat, with a few sparse yellow hairs on his head, a small nose and small eyes, and a rather funny look. He had a drooling face and a full smile, nodding and trying to please Boss Ma.
Next to the fat man, there was a young man sitting, who looked to be in his twenties, with a very pale face and two light mustaches on his lips. His expression was very solemn, and he sat there with a stern face, his back straight, and his eyes closed, resting.
When I saw him, I found it quite interesting. This man was not very old, but he was trying hard to put on a stern face and act mature.
Looking at the two people struggling with Heimao, one was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and cold sweat on his forehead, who looked quite wealthy. The other was a woman dressed quite seductively, who desperately grasped Heimao's arm and begged loudly, almost kneeling down.
When he saw us come in, Boss Ma relaxed his brows, smiled slightly, and nodded at me.
I whispered to the muscular man who were the people in the room.
The muscular man whispered, "Look, these two are the deceased's family members. One is the father, and the other is a woman...it is said to be the child's stepmother." He pointed to the two people who were struggling with the black-haired man.
I looked at them and said, "You are crying so sadly. It seems that this stepmother is not bad." When I was in the village, there was also a female classmate in my class who lived with her stepmother. Her life was miserable. It seems that this woman is not bad. She cried sincerely.
The muscular man laughed and said, "No, this woman is crying like this, I'm afraid it's not for the child, but for herself."
I said "Huh", not quite understanding. The muscular man said, "If you're curious, go and look at the child's body and you'll know."
After he said that, it was obvious that there was something strange about the child's body. This was related to the body, so of course I was even more curious. I was itching to find it, so I asked him where it was. The muscular man pointed to a large iron box in the east corner and said it was there.
Yan Zi probably didn't get enough sleep, she kept yawning and looked listless, and had no interest in looking at any corpse. I had to go over alone. The iron box was about one meter long and half a meter wide. The box was very thick and made very solid. The lid of the box was open. I looked inside and saw the body of a boy lying inside.
The boy was estimated to be only four or five years old, with a dark blue face and black lips, and black spots on his body. At first glance, the body looked nothing special, but when I took a closer look, I found something unusual.
