Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

A week later, the opportunity to make money appeared.

The son of Zhang Yuanwai in Dongcheng died, and the body was to be kept in the charity cemetery and then buried.

Suddenly, the charity cemetery became lively.

Originally, there were only five people in the charity cemetery, plus the occasional wicked Wu.

On this day, almost all of the more than 50 people in the charity cemetery were present.

The charity cemetery was cleaned up and busy everywhere.

Bai Yu was stunned and asked Zhu Tong:

"Brother Tong, why are there so many people here today?"

Zhu Tong lowered his voice and said:

"It's a rumor. I'm only telling you one person. Don't tell anyone else. The Zhang family in Dongcheng came to keep the body, and everyone was rewarded."

"The Zhang family is generous. The manager gets five taels, the clerk gets one tael, and we, the little errand boys, get two hundred coins."

Bai Yu immediately understood. It turned out that no one came when they were working, but everyone was paid.

Zhu Tong said mysteriously:

"And I heard that this ritual needs a propaganda team, especially a suona player."

"If you play well, the reward will be at least five taels."

Five taels of silver!

Bai Yu looked calm.

We immortals have always regarded money as dirt.

But Bai Yu needs dirt.

The Zhang family is too generous.

And this is exactly the start-up capital he urgently needs.

Bai Yu pulled Zhu Tong and asked hurriedly:

"Brother Tong, tell me about this propaganda team."

Zhu Tong smiled:

"I knew you would be interested."

"The son of the Zhang family is a martial arts genius. He became a third-grade warrior at a young age."

"As a result, he died suddenly and never closed his eyes after death."

"This made Mr. Zhang very distressed. He was so distressed."

Bai Yu asked curiously:

"What does this have to do with the suona player?"

Zhu Tong said:

"Mr. Zhang's beloved son has died, so he must have a grand funeral."

"I heard that the Zhang family plans to arrange a band every mile from the city gate to the charity cemetery."

"Our charity cemetery also needs a band."

Bai Yu's face became serious:

"It seems that the requirements for the band are very high."

"Of course, at least they must be suona veterans to be selected. I won't say more to you. I'll go hang some lanterns first."

Zhu Tong took the white lantern and started to work inside and outside.

While Bai Yu was cleaning, his mind was full of thoughts.

A reward of five taels of silver.

And being able to bury a third-grade warrior, the funeral reward must be very generous.

It must be said that this temptation is too great.

He must fight for the quota of the suona player.

Not long after, Taoist Lin Jiu called everyone together and said:

"I think everyone knows that the Zhang family needs a group of drummers, and the suona player is the most important."

"If you play well, the Zhang family will naturally give you a reward."

"Who is willing to join this group of drummers?"

A charity cemetery naturally needs a group of drummers.

Soon, several people came out, some beat the gong, some played the drum, and some played the sheng.

Bai Yu also came out with a suona, and there were two more suona players like him.

Just then, a voice came from behind:

"Young people nowadays really don't understand the market. How old are they, and they dare to get involved."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a skinny middle-aged man wearing a melon-shaped hat and a suona on his waist.

He held a wine jar in his hand, and his mouth was full of alcohol.

Someone in the crowd immediately recognized him:

"Liu Yiqu, he's here too, this suona player must be him."

"Liu Yiqu, he used to be the chief suona player of Baishan Yizhuang, and his Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix is ​​a unique skill."

"I heard that his Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix really attracted flocks of birds to pay homage."

Baishan Yizhuang is full of people with connections.

But some people with connections are really capable, and Liu Yiqu is one of them.

Seeing Liu Yiqu coming out, the other two suona players withdrew on the spot.

"Master Liu is here, so we'll withdraw first."

"Master Liu, you have to do this job."

Bai Yu was a little confused. Is Liu Yiqu so famous?

But this time, as a third-grade warrior, he will be paid five taels of silver for the funeral.

Bai Yu will not give up so easily.

Besides, when it comes to playing the suona, he has never been afraid of anyone.

He just stopped where he was, not planning to withdraw.

At this time, Liu Yiqu walked up to Bai Yu drunkenly:

"Boy, didn't you hear? The position of the suona player belongs to me, Liu Yiqu."

Bai Yu said indifferently:

"Since Master Lin asked everyone to compete, there is no definite answer."

"Who is more suitable, we have to compete first."

Liu Yiqu laughed:

"Boy, you are so arrogant, young people nowadays are really too arrogant."

"You have only been playing suona for a few years, and you dare to compete with me, Liu Yiqu."

Others also laughed:

"Haha, this kid is new here and doesn't know how powerful he is."

"Boy, don't embarrass yourself, step down."

"You, cooperate with Liu Yiqu to compete, can you play Bai Niao Chao Feng?"

Zhu Tong has always been good friends with Bai Yu, and hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Bai Yu's sleeve.

"Xiaobai, Brother Liu is a senior, and his suona is very powerful. You are not his opponent, so give up first."

Bai Yu gritted his teeth and said:

"I won't give up. At least give me a fair chance to compete. I'll accept it even if I lose."

He was very confident in his ability to play the suona.

He had even heard of funerals of wealthy families, and the suona players there were not as good as him.

Master Lin Jiu looked at Bai Yu and was also very hesitant.

To be fair, he didn't think that Bai Yu, a young man, could beat Liu Yiqu.

If they really had to compete, Bai Yu would lose face.

Just then, the wicked Wu walked in from outside.

"What are you competing for? What are you competing for?"

"Bai Yu, who are you? How dare you ask for fairness?"

"The quota for the suona player will be given to Lao Liu."

He and Liu Yiqu both got in through connections, and they were closer to each other, so naturally they had to take care of Liu Yiqu.

The other drummers and gong players were also more familiar with Liu Yiqu, and they all expressed their approval.

Just as Bai Yu was about to argue, Que De Wu glared at him:

"My uncle has the final say in this Yi Zhuang. You don't want to work here anymore, right?"

Bai Yu looked at Que De Wu, and then at Liu Yiqu.

Liu Yiqu was drunk and his steps were weak, and the core of his suona was rusted.

I saw him build a tall building, I saw him entertain guests, and I saw his building collapse.

Bai Yu sneered and said nothing more.

The position of Yi Zhuang was very important to him.

In Yi Zhuang, there was an official funeral commission, and there were funeral rewards every day.

This was not possible in any other place.

There were priorities, and the position of Yi Zhuang was the most important.

At this time, it was not appropriate to conflict with Que De Wu.

Liu Yiqu got the quota and smiled happily:

"Old Wu is still kind. I will invite you to drink at Qihongyuan one day."

Liu Yiqu and Que De Wu laughed at each other, while others flattered them.

The atmosphere in the field was very warm.

Only Bai Yu was watching coldly.

Zhu Tong and Mangzi were worried that Bai Yu would be too angry, so they hurriedly pulled him aside.

Zhu Tong said:

"Don't be angry, Xiaobai, they are all related, we can't afford to offend them."

"Besides, Liu Yiqu's suona is really amazing, you really can't compare to him."

Bai Yu smiled faintly:

"It doesn't matter, I'm not in a hurry, I'm waiting to see the show."