As soon as these words were said, everyone turned around and saw a man in his blue shirt walking out of the crowd. He was in his forties, with a slightly dark skin, a little hunched body, a dark face, and a little depressed complexion.

Some people recognized him and said, "Isn't this the shopkeeper of the East Street Shengcai Shop? 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 to get a good fortune and it is the most famous coffin shop in Beijing. The reason why it is famous is that the coffins in Shengcai Shop are made of precious wood and are made by old craftsmen. The price of coffins is extremely high, and only high-ranking officials can afford it. And they have to be high-ranking officials. There are only a little money that cannot be ordered.

When Feng Yuheng almost heard people talking about the identity of this person, he suddenly thought of the new coffin the old lady used when she was burying today. She had no research on wood. In the 21st century, she knew that many private clubs would use some tables and chairs made of precious wood. She also saw those using golden nanmu. She recognized it, but she had never asked about the price. What's more, even if she had asked about it, it was the price in the 21st century, and how to compare it with now.

The person from the coffin shop stood in front of Feng Jinyuan and asked him with a calm face: "Mr. Feng said that the old lady asked us to carry the coffin before the funeral, but this morning the guy said that the Feng family was in a hurry to leave and did not prepare the silver. It is said that our Shengcai shop does not take credit, and everyone in the capital knows that there is no one on credit on the life of the deceased. But since we are doing this business, we cannot do anything to damage our good deeds. The old lady here is waiting to be buried, so we can't stop the silver from being put on. So Shengcai shop has credited the silver, and now Mr. Feng has also returned home. Should we settle the account?"

While talking to Feng Jinyuan, Feng Yuheng turned his head and asked Wangchuan in a low voice: "What is the price of the coffin the old lady used for burial this morning?"

Wangchuan thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say that a servant is too accurate, but I guess it's going to have to go up by 200 taels, because there is no cheaper thing in the money shop, and the price starts by 200 taels."

Huang Quan answered, "It's impossible to fight two hundred taels. That kind of golden nanmu is more expensive, it's probably five hundred taels."

Feng Yuheng's eyebrows flipped, five hundred taels, not much. She believed that Feng Jinyuan was indeed out of filial piety and wanted the place where the old lady lay down better after death. After all, the old lady loved money during her lifetime, and she could not be too shabby after death.

But the blame is that the Feng Mansion tent is almost empty now. The ladies, aunts and ladies in each courtyard are all in charge of themselves. Except for Han’s belly that needs to be supplemented, the Gongzhong never allocated a penny to others. Even the monthly money sent to Tongshengxuan to her and Zirui every month was not given for two months. She knew the situation of the Feng Mansion and did not want to make more money because of that little money, so she never asked for it.

Feng Jinyuan clearly knew that his family was like this, so what courage did he have to pay such a precious coffin from the Caifu Store?

At this time, Xiangrong rubbed against her and whispered his opinion: "Second sister, my father should have made up his mind. I want you to pay this money, right?"

She always felt a little guilty after the old lady passed away. After all, if she hadn't instigated and indulged the mobs to beat the old lady, she wouldn't have given Jin Zhenke the opportunity to take advantage of it. So, she once took 200 taels of silver to hold this funeral for the Feng family.

Later, she saw that the old lady's body was really shabby. The madam Zhao, who was also beaten, forced to go to the warehouse to flip it out, but she didn't find a few decent things. It is said that Feng Jinyuan sold them all. So she paid for the old lady to buy jewelry and clothes, and picked some jade bracelets and fingers from her side to wear. She usually supported the scattered silver, and it was almost 300 taels of silver alone.

The Feng family's funeral was so shabby that it was probably not enough to spend fifty taels. Thinking of this, if Feng Jinyuan planned to put the remaining 200 taels in it just to buy a good coffin for the old lady, then she would be a good person again and make up for the remaining hundreds of taels. Even if the old lady could continue to enjoy wealth and prosperity, don't rush to the first seventh anniversary, the seventh day of the seventh month or so on to hang out on the window of her princess's mansion.

As she thought of this, she heard Feng Jinyuan say loudly: "How could I owe you a coffin money! The person who was buried today is not only my mother, but also the grandmother of our Princess Ji'an. The Princess Ji'an is the legitimate daughter of the Feng family. Her grandmother has always treated her kindly. The golden nanmu coffin was given to her by Princess Ji'an."

When he heard that it was given by Princess Ji'an, the person in the coffin shop was obviously relieved, and then looked at Feng Yuheng: "I'll be relieved if I'm the little one given by Princess." He was afraid that Feng Jin would be dependent on the quotation, but he was not afraid that Feng Yuheng would be dependent on it, because Feng Yuheng had a good character and was not short of these hundreds of taels of silver at all.

Feng Yuheng was also considerate to give face. He didn't say much to Feng Jinyuan, but just asked the middle-aged man: "How much is the coffin cost?"

The middle-aged man said, "It is normal to sell 600 taels, but since the princess pays, you can just give 500 taels. This is just the wages of wood and craftsmen. The share of our shop is small, and it is not profitable."

It was one hundred taels at once, and Feng Jinyuan's eyes turned red again. His second daughter was so face-to-face, which could actually make the shopkeeper of the money shop take the initiative to reduce the price, and a full one hundred taels!

He was amazed, but Feng Yuheng said, "No need."

Feng Jinyuan was anxious: "Aheng, one hundred taels are also money!"

Feng Yuheng glanced at him with disgust, "How can you bargain for such things? Have you ever heard of anyone who bargained for funerals and went to the coffin shop to bargain for money?"

People were talking, "Yes! Who can bargain for coffins when buying them!"

The middle-aged man quickly persuaded him to fight: "No, it's not considered bargaining, it's something that the young man is willing to reduce."

Feng Yuheng still said the same thing: "No need."

Feng Jinyuan groaned, "Okay, anyway, you pay the money, give as much as you like." After that, he took a step and was about to enter the yard. His goal had been achieved. He put a high hat on Feng Yuheng in front of so many people. She would have to pay the money even if she didn't give it, otherwise she would be verbal.

Seeing Feng Jinyuan walking leisurely into the mansion with his hands in his arms, Feng Yuheng blinked and suddenly realized something. Her father had no intention of taking out the 200 taels of silver! This was to let her pay 600 taels by herself.

Why?

When my mother died, she didn't give up her son, but she let her granddaughter spend more than a thousand taels of silver notes and jewelry. Which family rule is this?

She shouted, "Did my father go back to get the silver notes?"

"Huh?" Feng Jinyuan stopped and turned to look at her, and asked in confusion: "What silver notes are you given? The coffin was bought for your grandmother. What silver notes are you asking me to get?"

Feng Yuheng thought that this shameless person really wanted to cheat. She was furious and asked Cheng Junman coldly: "I have taken nearly 300 taels of silver notes to hold the funeral for my grandmother. How much has it been spent so far?"

Cheng Junman naturally understood what Feng Yuheng meant. When she mentioned this, she felt angry and immediately said: "Aheng, the silver bill you gave me is 280 taels. The master left only 80 taels for me, and he took away all the remaining 200 taels. Now that the eighty taels are left, there are only less than 20 taels left. I originally wanted to go back home after the old lady was buried."

In front of outsiders, Cheng Junman did not call her princess because she knew the fear of people saying that she was afraid of the words. Once she called her princess, there would be rumors in the capital tomorrow that Princess Ji'an relied on her position and even took the mistress at home seriously.

Feng Yuheng didn't have time to think about this, but when he heard that Feng Jinyuan had only left eighty taels of funerals, his anger arose again.

Feng Jinyuan didn't expect Feng Yuheng to count the silver notes, and he didn't expect Cheng Junman to make the matter clear on the spot. He couldn't hold on and didn't dare to look at Feng Yuheng.

The middle-aged man in the coffin shop stood in awkwardly, a little confused about how he should have the money. It was the first time that the Shengcai shop had been open for so long.

Fortunately, Feng Yuheng didn't want to make the businessman embarrassed, so she immediately took back the pair of sharp eyes that were staring at Feng Jinyuan, then reached into her arms and transferred 600 taels of silver bills from the space. "This is the money for that coffin, you can get it." She handed over the silver bills and finally sent the middle-aged man away.

Before leaving, the man looked at Feng Jinyuan with great contempt, making Feng Jinyuan's face even more unsure where to put it.

He wanted to go back to the mansion, but it was obvious that Feng Yuheng didn't want to let him go. Some people were shameless, so she would no longer have to save face for him. Didn't she choose to let her recognize the money for the coffin in front of so many people at the door of the mansion? Yes, even if she gave the old lady a filial piety, that would be fine. But now it would not be so easy to go into the mansion.

Feng Yuheng spoke coldly and threw a question: "What is the purpose of "father took away the 200 taels of silver notes for grandmother's funeral?"

Feng Jinyuan's cold sweat broke out, and he stood there, not leaving, not leaving. Especially when Feng Yuheng spoke, he specifically emphasized "Holding a funeral for his grandmother", which immediately raised the nature of this matter to a certain level. What should he say?

For a moment, the scene was very awkward.

But at this moment, Feng Zirui had been standing beside Feng Yuheng without saying anything, saying suddenly: "My father might have gone to buy Su embroidery. That day, my sister went to court. I saw my father take a piece of embroidery and went out. Zirui recognized that it was Su embroidery, which was very expensive."

Feng Jinyuan was stunned and looked at Zi Rui in surprise. He didn't expect that his little move would be seen by this son. He was a little nervous and in a panic he asked a reason: "It was for your grandmother to use it, and it was put in the coffin." Then the sadness erupted again: "Your grandmother liked Su Xi during her lifetime. No matter how expensive it was, she had to buy it for her father."

This generally touched people, and even some women among the onlookers had already wiped their tears.
Chapter completed!