Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 490: Where’s the money? Where’s the money? Where’s the money?
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As soon as these words came out, everyone turned around and saw a man in a blue shirt walking out of the crowd. He was in his forties, with slightly dark skin, a slightly stooped body, a dark face, and looked a little tired.
Some people recognized him and commented: "Isn't this the shopkeeper of Shengcai Shop on Dongda Street? I heard that the coffin used by the old lady of the Feng family was ordered from his shop."
Shengcai Shop is actually a coffin shop. The reason why it is called Shengcai is that it has a homophonic name for good luck. It is the most famous coffin shop in the capital. The reason why it is famous is that the coffins in Shengcai Shop are all made of precious wood and are made by experienced craftsmen. The price of the coffins is so high that only high-ranking officials can afford them, and they must be high-class officials. It’s expensive, and even those with a little money can’t get it.
As soon as Feng Yuheng heard people discussing the identity of the person speaking, she immediately thought of the new coffin the old lady used for burial today. She didn't have much research on wood. In the 21st century, she knew that many private clubs used tables and chairs made of precious wood. She also saw some made of golden nan, which she recognized, but Never asked about the price. What's more, even if you ask, the price is still in the 21st century, how can it compare with today.
The man at the coffin shop stood in front of Feng Jinyuan and asked him with a stern face: "Master Feng said that the old lady asked us to bring the coffin before the funeral, but this morning the man said that the Feng family was in a hurry to leave and did not prepare any money. Ordinarily, Our Shengcai shop does not accept credit. Everyone in the capital knows this, and no one provides credit for the deceased’s longevity materials. But since we are in this business, we cannot do anything that harms our moral integrity. The old lady here is waiting for you. We can't pretend to be buried just because of this money. So Shengcai Shop took this money on credit, and now Master Feng has returned home, shouldn't it be time to settle the account?"
While talking to Feng Jinyuan, Feng Yuheng tilted her head and asked Wangchuan in a low voice: "What is the approximate price of the coffin the old lady used for burial this morning?"
Wangchuan thought about it for a while and said: "It's hard to say too accurately, slave, but I estimate it will be upwards of 200 taels, because nothing in Shengcai Shop is cheap, and they all start at 200 taels."
Huang Quan answered: "Two hundred taels can't be bought. The kind of golden nan is more expensive, it's estimated to be five hundred taels."
Feng Yuheng's eyebrows knitted together. Five hundred taels was not much, and she believed that Feng Jinyuan was indeed out of filial piety and wanted the old lady to have a better place to lie down after her death. After all, the old lady loved money when she was alive, so she couldn't be too shabby when she died.
The strange thing is that the tent of Feng Mansion is almost empty now. The wives, aunts and ladies in each courtyard are in charge of themselves. Except for Han, who has a big belly and needs to take some nourishment, there is no one in the palace. Even the monthly money that was sent to Tongshengxuan to her and Zirui every month regardless of rain or shine has not been given to others for two months. She knew the situation in Feng Mansion and didn't want to worry about the little money, so she never asked for it.
Feng Jinyuan knew what his family was like, so how could he have the courage to buy such an expensive coffin on credit from the Shengcai Shop?
At this time, Xiangrong came to her side and expressed his opinion in a low voice: "Second sister, my father must have made up his mind and wants you to pay for this money, right?"
She remembered that after the old lady passed away, she always felt a little guilty in her heart. After all, if she had not instigated and connived at the mob to beat the old lady, Jin Zhen would not have been given the opportunity to take advantage of her. Therefore, she gave the Feng family two hundred taels of silver to organize the funeral.
Later, I saw that the old lady’s body was really shabby. Aunt Zhao, who had also been beaten, mustered up the energy to search in the warehouse, but she didn’t find a few decent things. It was said that they were all sold off by Feng Jinyuan. . So she spent money to buy jewelry and clothes for the old lady, and also picked some jade bracelets and fingers from her own place for the old lady to wear. The usual scattered silver also provided some support, and the amount of silver alone was almost three hundred taels.
The Feng family’s funeral was so shabby that they probably couldn’t even spend fifty taels. Thinking about it this way, if Feng Jinyuan had planned to spend the remaining two hundred taels just to buy a mouth for the old lady. If the coffin is good, then she will be a good person again and make up for the remaining few hundred taels. Even if the old lady can continue to enjoy the glory and wealth down there, don't rush for the seventh anniversary. Oh, just come and lie down on the window of her princess mansion on the seventh day of July or something.
As she was thinking this, she heard Feng Jinyuan say in a loud voice: "How could I owe you money for a coffin! The person buried today is not only my mother, but also our Dashun Jian County The Lord’s biological grandmother. The Princess of Ji’an County is the legitimate daughter of the Feng family, and her grandmother has always been kind to her. The golden nan coffin was given to her by Princess Ji’an.”
As soon as he heard that it was from Princess Ji'an, the person at the coffin shop was obviously relieved, and then looked at Feng Yuheng: "It's the princess who sent the small one, so I'm relieved." He was afraid that Feng Jin would not pay attention to it. However, we are not afraid of Feng Yuheng's failure, because Feng Yuheng is a good character and is not short of these few hundred taels of silver.
Feng Yuheng also considered it a favor and didn’t say anything to Feng Jinyuan. She just asked the middle-aged man: “How much money is that coffin?”
The middle-aged man said: "Normally it should be sold for 600 taels, but since the princess is paying for it, you can just give 500 taels. This is just the wages of the wood and craftsmen, and our shop's share. Small ones don’t make money.”
It was a hundred taels cheaper at once, and Feng Jinyuan's eyes were a little red again. His second daughter was so proud that he actually made the shopkeeper of the Shengcai shop take the initiative to lower the price, and it was reduced by a full one hundred taels!
While he was marveling, Feng Yuheng said: "No need."
Feng Jinyuan was anxious: "Aheng, one hundred taels is money!"
Feng Yu Heng rolled her eyes at him with a look of disgust on her face, "How can there be any bargaining on this kind of thing? Have you ever heard of anyone who went to a coffin shop to bargain for a funeral?"
People talked a lot, "Yes! How can anyone buy a coffin and still bargain on the price!"
The middle-aged man quickly broke up the fight: "No, no, it doesn't count as bargaining. It's just what I'm willing to lower."
Feng Yuheng still said the same thing: "No need."
Feng Jinyuan snorted, "Okay, you're the one who will provide the money anyway. I'll give you as much as you like." After saying that, he took a step forward to enter the courtyard. The goal has been achieved. In front of so many people, Feng Yuheng was given a high hat. She couldn't get this money without paying it, otherwise it would be talked about.
Seeing Feng Jinyuan walking leisurely towards the door of the mansion with his hands behind his back, Feng Yuheng blinked and suddenly realized something, her father had no intention of taking out the two hundred taels of silver! This is to ask her to pay 600 taels herself.
Why?
My mother died, and my son didn’t get a penny out of it, but my granddaughter was allowed to spend more than a thousand taels of silver coins, jewelry and clothes. Which family’s rule is this?
She shouted: "Dad, are you going back to get the banknote?"
"Yes?" Feng Jinyuan stopped and turned to look at her, asking in confusion: "What kind of banknote should I get? You bought the coffin for your grandmother, what kind of banknote do you want me to get?"
Feng Yu Heng thought to herself that this shameless old man really wanted to cheat. She felt angry and asked Cheng Junman in a cold voice: "This princess has given nearly three hundred taels of silver notes to my grandmother. How much does the funeral cost as of today?"
Cheng Junman naturally understood what Feng Yuheng meant. When she mentioned this matter, she became angry and immediately said: "Aheng, the banknotes you gave me totaled two hundred and eighty taels, and the master only kept Give me eighty taels, and he took all the remaining two hundred taels. Of those eighty taels, there are only less than twenty taels left. I originally wanted the old lady to come back to the house and talk to you about this after she was buried. ”
In front of outsiders, Cheng Junman did not call her Princess, because she knew that people were afraid of spreading rumors. If she called her Princess, there would be rumors in the capital tomorrow that Princess Ji'an relied on her. Even the mistress of the family does not take her position seriously.
Feng Yuheng didn't bother to think about this, but when she heard that Feng Jinyuan had only left eighty taels for the funeral, her anger arose again.
Feng Jinyuan didn't expect that Feng Yuheng would include those banknotes, and he didn't expect that Cheng Junman would actually tell the truth on the spot. He was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to talk to Feng Yu. Heng looked at each other.
The middle-aged man in the coffin shop stood awkwardly, a little confused about how he should get the money. This is the first time that we have encountered such a thing after promoting the promotion of wealth for so long.
Fortunately, Feng Yuheng did not want to make things difficult for other businessmen. She immediately withdrew her sharp eyes from Feng Jinyuan, then reached into her arms and took out six hundred taels of silver notes from the space. "Here's the money for the coffin. Take it." She handed over the banknote and finally sent the middle-aged man away.
Before he left, the man gave Feng Jinyuan a look of disdain, which made Feng Jinyuan's face even more confused as to where to put it.
He wanted to go back to his home, but it was obvious that Feng Yuheng did not want to let him go. Some people are shameless themselves, so there is no need for her to save face for him. Didn't she choose to ask her to recognize the money for the coffin in front of so many people at the door of this house? Okay, even if she pays filial piety to the old lady, that's okay. But now it's not that easy to get into the house.
As soon as Feng Yuheng spoke in a cold voice, a question was raised: "What did my father do with the two hundred taels of silver notes he took away for my grandmother's funeral?"
Feng Jinyuan broke into a cold sweat and just stood there, neither leaving nor leaving. Especially when Feng Yuheng spoke, he specifically emphasized "a funeral for my grandmother." This raised the nature of the matter to a certain level. What should he say?
For a while, the scene was very embarrassing.
At this moment, Feng Zirui, who had been standing next to Feng Yuheng without saying a word, suddenly said: "Father may have gone to buy Su embroidery. My sister went to court that day, and I saw my father taking a piece of embroidery and going out. , Zi Rui recognized that it was Su embroidery, which is very expensive."
Feng Jinyuan was startled and looked at Zirui in surprise. She never expected that her little move would be seen by her son. He was a little nervous, and in a panic he gave an excuse: "It was for your grandmother, and put it in the coffin." Then sadness came over again: "Your grandmother liked Su embroidery before she was alive, no matter how expensive it is, You have to buy it for your father."
This general statement made people a little moved, and some women among the people watching had even wiped away tears.
But Anshi, who was standing aside, said something puzzled: "The embroiderer in my embroidery shop said that the master went to get a pair of Su embroidery two days ago and didn't pay for it."