Chapter 17 - 10 Flames, Travel Permit
Holding the five qian of silver fragments, Xu Qing walked out of the accounting room.
For ordinary commoners, this amount of money wasn't small, but for the funeral business, which could go three years without any business and live off the earnings of one job, it was mere scraps for beggars!
The Funeral House invited from the Prefecture City asked for a price of twenty liang as soon as they opened their mouths. The Liu family's wealth was vast, and their burials were conducted to the highest standards. After taking out labor costs and various expenses, the remaining silver barely sustained the Funeral House.
Everyone in the Liu Mansion knew this well; otherwise, they wouldn't have invited their master.
As for the accountant's claim of senior and junior masters, it was purely an excuse.
After today's funeral, the old funeral master and the suona musicians were all singing his praises for his steady work!
Walking within the well-feng shui adorned mansion, however, Xu Qing didn't think the feng shui was all that great here.
Feng shui is easy to change, but human hearts are hard to mend!
How many in the Liu family abode were those who kept to their duties?
Xu Qing walked through the corridor with a cold face, and from a distance, he heard sounds of playful laughter.
He paused and looked towards the pavilion.