Chapter 1262: A thin coffin

The old coachman is not too talkative, but Xu is a bit too boring on this road, so the old coachman also talked about the rest of his life along the road.
After walking all the way, it may be over by the time of the capital, and the rest of his life will also be over.
He was born in a small village and his surname was Zhu. He was born in a small village. His father and mother went early, and there were no relatives in the clan. He grew up eating a hundred families of rice in the village by himself, while he was young. The courageous man went to the mountains to find game. He desperately tried his best, and he was able to fight for a big thing. It was also because of this big thing that he built a house and found himself. A room with a beautiful daughter-in-law.
It didn’t take long before the wife he married gave him a big fat son, which made him happy. He thought that life would be able to live like this. Even if he worked hard, he still wanted them to live. On a good day, he didn't expect that the child he raised up so desperately was not his own, but when his daughter-in-law got married, he was already secretly knotted.
If it weren't for this child, it would be impossible for that beautiful little wife to marry an ordinary man like him.
For half of his life, he was given to their mother and son, and he worked so hard to spread everything for them, but he was driven out by his son.
Later, he really had no way to stay in the village, so he went to the town to do coolies. In order to survive, he did nothing. He did both long and short jobs. He also did dirty and tiring work. Later, he started giving it to others. Becoming a coachman, this has been for several years.
Shen Qingci asked her about him, and he took the silver there.
The old coachman laughed.
He said that he gave the money to his son.
Shen Qingci asked again, you know that it wasn't your son. You raised him and helped him marry him. He repaid you and kicked you out of the house if you avenged him. Why did you give him money?
In the muddy eyes of the old coachman, there was finally a clear color.
He said that he was always raised by himself, and he could only give him the silver. All he wanted was a thin coffin. Death is like a lamp extinguished. The silver is of no use to him. It is better to give it to him. They, no matter whether they are grateful or not, when they spend their money, they will always think of him, and they will always miss him.
Some people live in such humble ways, but they just want to have someone who is missing.
"Little lady, can you ask me something?"
The old coachman stopped talking and didn't say much. He couldn't help but want to ask. He had asked a lot about the capital along the way.
And if he asks, Shen Qingci will know everything and endlessly.
"I heard that the corpses of those who died in the capital are collected, and a thin coffin will be given away, right?"
The old coachman gently flicked his whip again.
In fact, what they are most afraid of is the corpse wilderness. They want to enter the land for safety. If someone constricts the bones, then it will be fine. At the very least, it will make their lives incapable of going, but after death, they will finally It is possible to get a place to sleep.
"Yes," Shen Qingci doesn't know if it will be or not, but these are all important. After she returns, she will take out a part of the gold and silver to help people like the old coachman and complete this. More than a lifetime.
It was not wasted that the old coachman accompanied her along the way.
"That's good," the old coachman finally felt relieved, and then he didn't speak again, and continued to drive forward in the carriage.