Have you ever seen a ghost explaining his last wishes? Anyway, not only the village chief, but also several village elders followed the carpenter into his house out of curiosity to see what was going on.
How much money did the carpenter save and not spend before he died with regrets?
At this time, outsiders seemed to be much more anxious than the old carpenter. He was a ghost, and his steps were as slow as a snail. Was he afraid of his relatives?
The old carpenter stared blankly at the house in front of him, his steps extremely heavy, "Feng Ling, did you put a lock on my feet?" Otherwise, why couldn't he walk through?
Feng Ling was helpless. You could actually fly over there in a flash, "Wait a minute." But, you didn't look like you had blood on your forehead.
Feng Ling drew another talisman with cinnabar and pushed it onto the old carpenter's body. In an instant, the bloodstains on his head disappeared, and his eyes became like those of a normal person. Only the pale face distinguished the ghost from the human.
His body had a solid feeling, and even the village chief and several village elders could see the old carpenter's figure.
"Brother, you?" This is what he looks like after death? It's not much different from when he was in the coffin. The village chief is no longer afraid.
The village elders were no longer afraid. "Carpenter, you've been dead for many years. No one in our village has repaired any of the furniture. Yesterday, a chair fell apart and I fell. My bones are still hurting."
"That's right. Furniture is fine, but even farm tools are broken and can't be used. I have to go all the way to the county town and spend a lot of money to repair them. Where did you hide your carpentry tools?"
Without tools and with only half-baked skills, the two sons of the Wu family simply gave up carpentry. Several old men started chatting about family matters, all of which were complaints and dissatisfaction with the old carpenter, completely forgetting that the person they were nagging about was a ghost.
The old carpenter was so upset. Did he want me to shed tears of blood to scare you? He was just trying to make him unhappy.
"I didn't hide them. I sold the old tools and put the two new sets in the Luban lock. They will be ready for use when they learn how to unlock it."
If you can't unlock it, then you're not a skilled person, so how can you get out and harm others? It's okay for everyday furniture, but if you're building a house, it could kill you.
"Yes, it's our fault. Don't blame my dad."
"Dad, you're back? I'm such an unfilial son, I'm so sorry!"
The noise in the Wu family's courtyard finally brought the whole family out. When the two sons saw the old carpenter, they knelt down with their eyes wide open.
The grandchildren and daughters-in-law behind him all knelt down. Strangely, there was no fear on their faces.
Only an old woman stood upright at the door, holding the door frame, staring at the old carpenter without blinking, her mouth trembling but no sound coming out.
The old carpenter felt his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound. It was ridiculous. He had obviously died a long time ago, so how could he have the same feelings as a normal person? He was just being pretentious.
However, there was no time for him to squander it, so he said awkwardly, "I died suddenly and didn't have the chance to tell you where the money was hidden at home..."
"Why tell them? They don't deserve it." The carpenter's wife said coldly.
This statement was completely unexpected. What was going on? He had money but didn't pass it on to his descendants. Was he really going to take it with him to his grave? Did the Wu family not resent the old carpenter?
"Yes, we don't deserve it." The two sons bent their backs even lower, repenting deeply.
"Yes, Dad has given us enough." The daughter-in-law's eyes were full of respect for the old carpenter.
Ah! What? What's the Wu family up to? Wasn't the old carpenter stingy and didn't pass on his wealth and craftsmanship after his death?
The old carpenter opened his mouth, but could only sigh, "My dear, I'm sorry for you. The child is not wrong. It's my bad luck to die early, and I made you suffer. You married me and became a widow at an early age. I'm sorry for you."
"Wow..." Granny Wu couldn't hold on any longer. She lost her strength and slid to the side of the door, breaking down and crying.
"Wow, blame me, blame me for spending money recklessly, giving you a reputation for being stingy; blame the two useless children, who were not well-trained, for killing their father...
What have you done wrong? You work diligently to support your family, not only your own, but also your son's in-laws. What have you done wrong?
You have given enough to this family, and it is we who are sorry for you..."
Because he had a wife who spent money recklessly, the old carpenter had to manage the household himself. His wife loved to complain, so outsiders thought the old carpenter was stingy.
But in fact, it is not the case. The old carpenter is just frugal for himself. He has been giving money and effort to the families of his two daughters-in-law all year round, and he has also done his best to raise his son.
But as fate would have it, when his son made a mistake in building the house, the old carpenter went to inspect it and fell off the house, dying on the spot.
"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong. My sons didn't hurt me. I had just finished building the house and was about to come down. I happened to pass by a place where they used inferior materials. That place wasn't built by my sons either."
So it is still someone else's fault, but it is also my bad luck.
"Really?! Dad, you're not lying?" The two sons of the Wu family suddenly looked up, unable to believe the truth. Could they really be freed from the guilt of their father's death?
"Hmph! Idiot, can't you see I fell somewhere else?" So the son thought he had killed his old father? No wonder they dared not do carpentry anymore, they must have a psychological trauma.
"Dad, we didn't know. When we rushed there, you had already been carried out. It's just that your son is incompetent..." If they had done the job well, why would the old father need to go up and repair it?
"Alright, alright, I came back today to pass on the experience I've accumulated over the years to you..."
Blah blah, the father, son and ghost began to have a heated discussion.
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