The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 150

(Extra Chapter)

Old Gu Six took over the task from Chang'an—this was more suited for him to handle. It required quite a bit of strength, and his daughter, being petite, couldn’t muster enough force.

While prying, her feet even lifted off the ground, dangling three feet in the air. If the lid were to suddenly give way, the iron bar could snap back dangerously.

"Daughter, this coffin is quite nice. Clean it up, and we can give it to your mother to use."

The father-daughter duo sometimes shared the same wavelength.

In just a few moves, Old Gu Six pried the coffin open. "Daughter, step back. Let it air out a bit before we take a look."

They retreated and waited a while before approaching.

The interior of the coffin was remarkably well-preserved—perhaps due to some internal modifications. There were no signs of anyone having lain inside, not even a ghost.

All they found was an exquisitely crafted cloud-patterned robe and some valuable burial artifacts. So, what was there to air out? Nothing at all.

Chang'an had Old Gu Six store the burial artifacts in his spatial storage. Coincidentally, his storage was lacking in valuables, so this would add a little something.

The cloud-patterned robe was also taken out, and Old Gu Six stored the coffin in his space.

The father and daughter found a nearby hillside, dug a pit, placed the robe inside, and covered it with soil.

Before filling the grave, Old Gu Six took out two jade pendants from the burial artifacts. "Payment for your coffin."

He placed the pendants inside the robe before sealing the grave.

"Dad, you just used his own money to buy his coffin."

"How can you say it’s his? I took it from my storage, so it’s mine."

What was outside belonged to the one in the grave, but what was in his storage was his own.

This was an empty tomb, and since the coffin had been fished out of the sea, they didn’t know the deceased’s name.

Old Gu Six erected a blank tombstone and planted a pine tree beside the grave to provide shade and shelter from the rain. From this spot, one could even watch the sunrise and sunset over the sea—truly an ideal location.

The next day, the father-daughter pair set off for the valley with the silver wolf in tow.

Meanwhile, a group of people arrived on the beach outside the valley, led by Second Jiang.

They had been searching along the coast for the coffin that had accidentally fallen into the sea. They had chased it for days without catching up.

Seeing nothing on the empty beach, they assumed it had drifted farther and continued their search.

This wasn’t entirely the workers’ fault—no one expected to dig up a coffin where there was no burial mound, no tombstone, just flat, overgrown land indistinguishable from the surroundings.

The workers had been startled when they unearthed it. It was near the edge, and they had intended to relocate it for reburial, but it slipped from their grasp and plunged into the sea.

Businessmen are superstitious about feng shui. The one who dug it up consoled himself with the saying, "Seeing a coffin brings wealth"—but who knew the wealth would float away?

Since they had disturbed the deceased, they had to rebury him properly. Letting him drift at sea was unacceptable.

Second Jiang feared offending the dead, lest it bring him misfortune in the future.

But after days of searching, they still hadn’t found it. This wasn’t a fast-flowing river—how could they not catch up?

"Master, could it have sunk?" Guard One speculated. After all, they hadn’t even glimpsed a corner of the coffin after days of pursuit. Maybe it had gone under.

"Then tell me, how heavy would the deceased have to be for the coffin to sink?"

He pressed on, leading his men further down the coast.

Who in their right mind would bury someone without even a tombstone? Now they couldn’t even locate the family to return the coffin.

Suddenly, Guard Two shouted, "Master!"

Second Jiang jumped in fright. "What’s with the hysterics?"

"There’s a fresh grave over there. Maybe someone fished out the coffin and buried it?"

Second Jiang followed Guard Two’s finger and spotted a newly dug grave on the hillside.

He climbed up to inspect it. Judging by the soil, it had been buried just a day or two ago. Local villagers wouldn’t carry their dead this far out to bury them.

Thinking of the recluse living in the valley, Second Jiang guessed he might have spotted the coffin and buried it on a whim.

"My deepest apologies. I never meant to disturb your rest. Please forgive this junior’s unintended offense."

Second Jiang spent a long time murmuring at the graveside, essentially pleading with the deceased not to hold a grudge or curse him. If the dead had any requests, they could send him a dream, and he’d do his best to fulfill them.

Unaware of the commotion outside the mountains, the father-daughter pair continued toward the valley. Had they known, Chang'an might have told Second Jiang:

"The deceased says he needs a coffin. You should arrange one."

Following the silver wolf, they reached the valley after three days. Huffing and puffing, they dug up Chang'an’s mother, who had already been buried once.

"Mom, Dad and I are here to deliver a fully renovated house for you. It’s secondhand, but better than nothing."

Old Gu Six glanced at the coffin, then at Old Master Ji’s grave on the other side of the tea tree. Something didn’t sit right. Shouldn’t the elder get it first?

"Daughter, maybe we should give it to your grandfather first? We’ll find another one for your mother later."

"Where are we supposed to find another? You think the sea just floats one over every day? Give it to Grandpa. Mom can stay in the unfinished one for now."

"What if we put them both in the same coffin?" A family sharing one house—what a brilliant idea.

"Dad, that’s beyond ridiculous. Burying them as neighbors is already wild enough, and now you want them to share a coffin? What’s going on in that head of yours?"

"What’s wrong with neighbors? There’s a tree separating them. Besides, being close means they can look out for each other."

What did it matter? Both had already reincarnated. They wouldn’t know how they were buried in this life anyway.

Might as well let him improvise.

"No," Chang'an refused flatly, too exhausted to argue.

She swung the hoe and dug up Old Master Ji’s remains, carefully placing the bones into the coffin.

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The tea tree bore many seeds. When they ripened, they would return to harvest them.

She needed to ask the old man for an oil press—perfect for storing in Old Gu Six’s spatial storage.

But they hadn’t been able to contact him for nearly two years. Who knew what he was up to?

Since they were in the mountains, they couldn’t leave empty-handed. They scoured the area for tea trees, uprooting over a dozen wild ones with seeds to plant in Old Gu Six’s space.

Worried they might not survive, Old Gu Six had the puppet workers water each sapling with a bit of spiritual spring water.

The father-daughter duo had discovered the ultimate lazy hack—the puppet workers became their go-to laborers.

Weeds in the fields? Send the puppets.

Crops need watering? Puppets again.

House needs cleaning? Still the puppets.

They had finally achieved their dream retirement lifestyle.

If only people would stop bothering them. Second Jiang, for some inexplicable reason, kept wandering around every few days.

Whenever the father-daughter pair went out to forage by the sea, they’d inevitably run into him. He never approached or spoke—just loitered nearby.

After so many encounters, they simply ignored him.

Today, Old Gu Six was heading out to sea again, while Chang'an waited alone at the bow of the boat.

That day, Old Gu Six only managed to find two unusual clams. Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to dive back into the sea for another look—who knows, he might stumble upon something even more interesting.

Second Jiang noticed that Chang'an was alone on the boat. After hesitating for a moment, he approached her.

"Jiang Xin, at your service, miss," he greeted her with a scholar's bow.

"Haven’t we met already? You’re always loitering around here—how could we not have?"

Second Jiang’s eyes lit up. One glance was all it took to confirm that this girl was cut from the same cloth as him.

Hitching up the hem of his robe, he plopped down unceremoniously beside Chang'an.

"Miss, ever thought about making some silver? I’ve got a splendid opportunity here, perfect for your father."

After observing for so long, he’d realized that the master doted on his daughter. If the girl agreed, the deal was as good as done.

Chang'an scrunched up her dumpling-like face and gave Second Jiang a sidelong glance. How could a young man with such a refined, moonlit demeanor also carry such a roguish air without it seeming out of place?

She sighed faintly. "I’m not interested in silver."