Chapter 1261 A Thin Coffin

The old coachman was not one to talk too much, but perhaps the road was too boring, so the old coachman also talked about the rest of his life along the road.

It's been a long way, maybe when the capital is over, this journey is over, and the rest of his life will also be over.

His surname was Zhu, and he was born in a small village. His life was hard to say, his parents left early, and there were no relatives in the clan. He grew up in the village by himself eating hundreds of meals. He was so bold that he went to the mountains to look for wild game. He worked so hard, and he spent most of his life, that he got a big thing. A beautiful daughter-in-law.

And not long after, the daughter-in-law he married gave birth to a fat son for him, which made him very happy. He thought that life could be passed like this, no matter how hard he was, he would let them live He had a good life, but he didn't expect that the child he worked so hard to raise was not his own, but his daughter-in-law, who had already conceived when she married.

If it wasn't for this child, it would be impossible for that beautiful little daughter-in-law to marry such an ordinary man as him.

Half of his life was given to their mother and son, and he worked so hard to arrange everything for them, but in the end he was kicked out by his son.

Later, he really had no way to stay in the village, so he went to the town to work as a coolie. In order to survive, he did nothing. Became a coachman for several years.

Shen Qingci asked her where he took the money.

The old coachman laughed at that time.

He said he gave the silver to his son.

Shen Qingci asked again, you clearly know that that is not your son, you raised him up and helped him marry, but he kicked you out of the house with kindness and revenge, why did you give him back the money?

In the old coachman's cloudy eyes, he finally saw some clarity.

He said, after all, he was raised by himself, and he can only give him the money, and all he wants is a thin coffin. Death is like a lamp going out, and the money is of no use to him, so it is better to give it to him. They, whether they are grateful or not, when they spend the money, they will always think about him, and they will always miss him a little bit.

Some people are living in such a humble way, but they just want someone to miss.

"Little lady, can I ask you a word?"

The old coachman stopped talking and didn't say much, and he couldn't help but want to ask. He asked a lot about the capital along the way.

And if he asked, Shen Qingci would know everything and talk endlessly.

"I heard that the capital will collect the corpses of those who died suddenly, and will give a thin coffin as a gift, right?"

The old coachman flicked his whip lightly again.

In fact, what these people are most afraid of is the wilderness of violent corpses. They want to rest in the ground. If someone collects the bones, that would be great. It is a place where one party can rest forever.

"Yes," Shen Qingci actually didn't know if it would be, but all of these were important. After she went back, she would take out part of the gold and silver, which would help people like the old coachman to complete this For the rest of my life.

It was not in vain for the old coachman to accompany her this way.

"That's good," the old coachman finally felt relieved, and then he continued to drive the carriage forward without speaking.