Lin Mo used her mind to move the gold bars, jewelry and the two boxes she had just sorted to the corner of her bedroom on the second floor. She looked at the time in the living room. It was just past three o'clock and she had left the space. She had compared the time in her space with the clock in the hospital before, and they were exactly the same. Thinking of the hot water just now, Lin Mo silently wrote in the small notebook of the space: the space of the house is still, the food is kept warm and fresh, but the flow rate of time in the space is the same as that of the outside world. The time she spent entering the space is the same as the time lost in the outside world.
Thinking that the original owner's parents' belongings were still in the reception room, Lin Mo left the space. It seemed that she should tidy up this house. Thinking about the secret behind the reception room closet, Lin Mo felt that it was better not to open this house to outsiders. Although she had repaired it, thinking about the heroine, she decided to move all the things in the original owner's parents' room into these two rooms, and then lock these two rooms with a lock.
Lin Mo started by opening the belongings of the original owner's parents that Xu Ziqiang and Qian Buxi had sent back. They were all odds and ends, including a set of military uniforms, a watch, a fountain pen, a few books and a wallet from the original owner's father. The wallet contained 26.84 yuan, three food coupons, a meat coupon and a black-and-white family photo of the original owner's grandmother, parents and the original owner. Lin Mo closed the wallet without touching the photo and took out the money and notes and put them on the coffee table in the space.
The belongings of the original owner's mother were even simpler. There was only a cross-body bag with the words "Serve the People" written on it, which contained only a handkerchief and a wallet. Lin Mo opened the wallet, which contained fifty-three yuan and sixty-two cents, four food coupons and the same family photo as the one in the original owner's father's wallet. He also only took out the money and coupons and put them on the coffee table in the space.
After looking at the relics, Lin Mo remembered that although the cremation policy had been implemented at this time, burial was still the main practice in rural areas. She remembered that her original grandmother was buried, and the carpenter Old Zhang in their village knew how to make coffins.
Lin Mo thought that she should make two coffins for the original owner's parents so that she could put some of their favorite things in the coffins. Although she really wanted to arrange one for the original owner, she was afraid that the villagers would arrest her as a lunatic if she ordered a coffin while she was still alive. She had no choice but to put the original owner's things in her parents' coffins.
After thinking it over, Lin Mo took out 100 yuan from the space and put it in her pocket. She didn't know the price of coffins now, and she thought that there were more than 300 yuan on the coffee table. If it was not enough, she could smuggle herself.
Lin Mo thought as she walked out of the courtyard, locked the gate, and walked to the east end of the village. Her home was at the end of the village, close to the mountain, and was at the westernmost end of the village. Going west would lead to the mountain. So no matter whose house she was going to, she would go east.
Before it was renamed, the Hongqi Brigade was called Zhangwang Village, so the Zhang and Wang families living here were the two major families in the village. People with the same surname were all relatives, and the original owner's grandmother was from the Zhang family, and the original owner's mother was from the Wang family. Lin Mo belonged to both families, so most people in the village were related to her.
Old Zhang is an individual among them. Although his surname is Zhang, he has no relationship with the Zhang family. His family fled here during the time of his grandfather, and because there were so many people with the surname Zhang in this village, he felt particularly close to them, so he settled down. Old Zhang's ancestors were carpenters who could make anything, but he usually made furniture. Although he could also make coffins, he would only make them if a family needed them and placed an order with him in advance.
The coffin for Lin Mo's grandmother was ordered by the original owner's mother. Old Zhang spent a day to rush it out, but now is a sensitive time. Lin Mo doesn't know where to buy a coffin. If there is no coffin, let Old Zhang make two. As for the original owner's parents, put them in their room first. At worst, she can go back to her own house to live at night.
She walked while making plans, and when she looked up after making up her mind, she found that she was almost there. Old Zhang's house was actually at the west end of the village, only four houses away from hers, so it wouldn't take long.
Lin Mo walked quickly to the gate of Old Zhang's house and saw Old Zhang making a coffin in the yard. Lin Mo quickly spoke to him and said hello: "Grandpa Zhang, are you busy? I have something to talk to you about."
When Old Zhang heard someone talking to him, he looked up and saw a pretty little girl standing outside the yard. She was wearing Dacron clothes and pants, had fair skin, an oval face, big eyes, a small upturned nose, and a small but rosy mouth. She was greeting him with a smile, and looked very well-behaved and cute.
Old Zhang knew that this girl was the poor little Lin Mo whose grandmother and parents had passed away in the past three days, and who everyone in the village was thinking about but dared not to mess with, so he called out to her to come into the yard quickly.
Lin Mo smiled and answered, then pushed the door open and walked in. He came to the coffin that Old Zhang was making. Lin Mo looked at the coffin and said, "Grandpa Zhang, you are such a great craftsman. I also want to make two coffins for my parents. I wonder when you are free."
Old Zhang patted the coffin in front of him and said, "It's almost done. My son will carry it to you tonight when he gets off work. It won't delay your use."
"Ah?" Lin Mo was a little confused. If she hadn't seen Old Zhang's serious expression, she would have felt that he was cursing her. What did he mean by not delaying her use? Lin Mo looked at the coffin again and again, and asked uncertainly: "Grandpa Zhang, is this coffin made for my parents?"
Old Zhang looked at the confused little girl in front of him and kindly explained, "Before your mother passed away, she ordered the best coffin for your father. I had already made it yesterday. Yesterday, I heard that your mother was also gone, so I made another one. Why do you think it's too expensive and don't want it?"
"No, I don't want it. I came here today to order a coffin for my parents. It's just that my mother didn't tell me about this. How much does Grandpa Zhang want? I'll give it to you now. Thank you." Lin Mo looked at Old Zhang's ugly face and quickly shook his head.
Seeing her like this, Old Zhang relaxed his expression and told Lin Mo that a coffin would cost 30 yuan. The original owner's mother had already paid 10 yuan for the deposit, and he only needed to pay 50 yuan. He also assured Lin Mo that the two coffins were made of the best materials and would not break for hundreds of years. Lin Mo praised him repeatedly and finally had to escape from Old Zhang's house by urinating.
Old Zhang asked her to wait at home after dinner, and he asked his son to carry the coffin to her in the yard. Lin Mo used his mind to check the time on the space clock. It was only 4:30. In the countryside, people usually have dinner at around 6 o'clock, and during the autumn harvest, they usually get off work at 7 o'clock. After dinner, it must be around 7:30 or 8 o'clock. Very good, there is still time to sort out the relics of the original owner's parents. Thinking of this, Lin Mo quickly walked back to the original owner's house and locked the gate from the inside.
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