This is a small two-story bungalow with an area of about 300 square meters. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is right next to the main entrance of the largest cemetery in Barstow, the neighborhood is relatively empty, the location of the small shop is good, next to the exit of the parking lot. The warm sunlight shines on the gravel of the open field, revealing a trace of heat, and the reflected light stimulates the human eye nerves, and the various drought-tolerant plants planted nearby are also wilted and burned, reminding people that this is a desert area and the environment is harsh.

Zhang Hanming went to a Chinese-owned signboard store early in the morning and printed a simple cloth advertising sign, "Mingtong Funeral and Sacrificial Supplies Store". Available in English and Chinese. The English is slightly larger, because it is mainly an American business, and the Chinese pay attention to the return of fallen leaves, and there are really not many Chinese buried in Barstow.

There is a walking stick printed on the corner of the advertising sign, which is very important, and I guess I will use it tonight. Zhang Hanming took a while to put up the signboard first, and then returned to the store. Zhang Hanming had been here a few times before, but he didn't stay long. Now that I look closely, I find that the space is still quite large.

The main entrance is a glass door that opens on the opposite side, and the cash register is on the left hand side of the door, and the front part is placed with sacrificial supplies, mainly all kinds of flowers, cypresses, small garlands, small national flags, and various plants in small potted plants.

After walking into the small store, you will arrive at the exclusive Chinese area. There are all kinds of them, except for weapons of mass destruction, although there are many types, Gao Bo told Zhang Hanming that it is not popular to burn sacrifices in the United States, and he only bought so many kinds of goods for the convenience of his countrymen. Inside, there is a partition wall, and through the glass door in the middle, there are all kinds of urns and coffins. The coffins are all European and American styles, and there are really no coffins with Chinese characteristics. There are cremation and burial in the United States, if you have to distinguish between them. The rich are buried, and the poor are cremated. It's a bit similar to Huaxia, that is... I can't afford to die! You know, permanent cemeteries in the United States are not cheap either. Comparatively speaking, the ashes storage room is much cheaper. Then there is a small office in the innermost corner, with sofas, desks and other necessities.

Next to the cash register, there is a staircase leading to the second floor, which is very empty, with some stock and miscellaneous items, and a small room with a bedroom, where you can occasionally live.

Because every item is labeled with a price tag, Zhang Hanming has a lot of peace of mind. Probably counted the goods, the supplements that should be supplemented, and the purchases that should be purchased, and two hours passed casually.

At about 9 o'clock, Gao Bo came to the store. He is here for the final handover, and the supplier will send someone today, and Gao Bo needs to introduce Zhang Hanming, because it is basically a monthly payment, so it is better to explain it clearly. Before the supplier came, Gao Bo pointed out the matters that Zhang Hanming needed to pay attention to in his business.

Soon the suppliers came one after another, and Gao Bo also settled the accounts with them, and by the way, asked them to take care of Zhang Hanming more in the future.

Gao Bo saw that the matter was almost done, and reluctantly left the shop, showing that he still had feelings for this shop. In the end, he refused Zhang Hanming's offer to take him to the airport the next day, and slowly left the place he was most familiar with.

Lao Mei is no better than the Chinese people, they think of their dead relatives, so they come to the cemetery to see their relatives. Huaxia basically goes to Qingming Festival. So the business of the small shop is still okay, and people are coming one after another, mainly selling flowers. There are also a few foreigner-owned sacrificial shops nearby, but Zhang Hanming's small shop has a good location, and its business is stronger than theirs.

At about 11 o'clock, Zhang Hanming's brother-in-law drove a few flower baskets for the opening. Swing to the door, and it will be considered a celebration of the opening. Qin Mu hadn't stayed for 10 minutes before he drove away, and the restaurant was about to reach the peak of dining, and he was also busy.

At noon, he casually ordered a nearby takeaway, and Zhang Hanming continued to count the goods after eating, familiarized himself with the price, and cleaned it by the way. In the afternoon, Zhang Hanming's mother came to the store again, and she came to discuss with Zhang Hanming about inviting people. In Li Huimei's heart, she still doesn't want her son to do this, but she really doesn't have any other suitable projects, and she is also very familiar with Gao Bo and knows that his shop is still quite profitable.

Zhang Hanming clearly objected to the idea that his mother wanted to hire someone. In the past, Zhang Hanming might not dare to open this kind of shop, but now it's not a problem at all, the ghosts have seen it, and they are afraid of opening a coffin shop?

In the end, he told his mother that some of his classmates would come over to help immediately, and Li Huimei reluctantly left. Before leaving, Zhang Hanming told his mother that if he didn't go home for dinner today, he would get familiar with the things in the store and clean up by the way.

Soon night fell, Zhang Hanming had dinner and did not rush to close the door, he estimated that they would come to him tonight.

Zhang Dazhui, Liu Kuan, and the black-faced big man and the three ghosts hurriedly floated towards the cemetery as soon as night fell.

"Brother, what do you say is the relationship between Zhang Hanming and the land lord? Shall we test it first? ”

The black-faced man glanced at Liu Kuan with disdain: "What's there to tempt here, you'll know if you ask in a while!" You said that you are not tired, you have a lot of eyes for everything. Lao Tzu has only been with you for a few days and knows that you have a bad stomach, if you change before... Lao Tzu would have hammered you a long time ago! ”

Liu Kuan looked at the black-faced man flatteringly and smiled: "Brother Hei, aren't I afraid of running into someone with Taoist or other spells?" Isn't that what you do on TV? Oh... I'm sorry Brother Hei, it seems that you didn't have a TV when you were alive. ”

"Piping... Lao Tzu will not know what TV is? When Lao Tzu was a ghost, you weren't born yet! ”

Liang Dazhui frowned and thought about it, and said, "Okay, you don't have to say a word." The land lord will definitely not harm us, I am talking. ”

The three ghosts quickly found Zhang Hanming's shop, looked at the cane pattern on the signboard, nodded to each other, and walked towards the door. Suddenly, Liu Kuan grabbed Zhang Dazhui and the black-faced man who were about to enter through the door.

Liu Kuan said cautiously: "Two old brothers, it seems a little rude for us to enter through the door like this!" ”

Liang Dazhui thought for a moment and nodded. Then his face tightened, and Liang Da Hammer's right hand turned into a solid, and then immediately knocked on the glass door.

Sincere.. Sincere.. Sincere..

Zhang Hanming actually knew that the three of them were coming, and in general, there were ghosts about 50 steps close, and Zhang Hanming could sense it. Seeing that the three ghosts were quite polite, Zhang Hanming added extra points to them in his heart.

Zhang Hanming deliberately looked at the door, and said with a normal expression: "Come in."

In fact, Liang Sledgehammer and the black-faced man have the ability to open the glass door, but this thing still consumes a lot of energy, in other words, it is very difficult.

Zhang Hanming looked at the three ghosts who came in through the door, and it could be seen that they were still a little restrained, Zhang Hanming smiled slightly: "I'll close the door of the store first, and we'll talk inside after the difficulty." ”

Turning off the door and the lights outside, Zhang Hanming took the three ghosts to the office inside.

Zhang Hanming pointed to the sofa and said, "Three of you, please take a seat." My name is Zhang Hanming, you can call me Hanming. Then he also sat down at his desk, facing the three ghosts sitting on the sofa.

Zhang Hanming suddenly smiled and said: "The world is still quite magical, it stands to reason that ghosts are not entities, you should be able to penetrate the past when you sit on the sofa and sit directly on the ground!" And if you sit on the couch, the couch won't sink! ”

Before Liang Dazhui and the black-faced man could react, Liu Kuan said, "Mr. Zhang, hello! My name is Liu Kuan, and I died of illness in Barstow 10 years ago. It's normal, just like our ghosts don't fall to the ground. Some of the dead things in the yang world can still be used, but they just can't be moved. For example, sitting, traveling, standing, leaning. We don't know the specifics, and it is estimated that only the gods can explain it clearly. However, the longer the time of the ghost, the more ghost power there is, and the small objects can still be controlled in the air, that is, the time is long and short, it depends on the ability of each ghost. ”

Zhang Hanming asked with a smile: "If you have been a ghost for a long time, you will have strength?" ”

Liu Kuan said with a smile: "Most of them are like this. But we don't dare to move before we don't have a land temple, we are like batteries. It's all limited, and if it's messy, it will quickly dissipate! But now it's okay, with the Land Temple, we can recharge every day. ”

Zhang Hanming nodded, and then frowned again: "You can recharge, isn't that energetic!" Wouldn't that make trouble? ”

Liu Kuan hurriedly explained: "You can rest assured about this, the Land Temple just ensures that we are not scattered, although we can be charged, but there is also a difference between fast and slow." Whoever wants to mess around and overdraft casually has to die the same time. In a person with ghost power, they are all old ghosts that have existed for more than ten or hundreds of years or some powerful ghosts who are playing with ghost lives for revenge. ”

Zhang Hanming looked at the other two ghosts sitting honestly, and asked, "What do you call the two of you?" ”

Liang Dazhui hurriedly responded: "My name is Liang Dazhui, and I have been dead for almost a hundred years. ”

The black-faced man also grinned and replied loudly: "My name is Dian Wei, and I am about to die for one hundred and twenty years." ”

Zhang Hanming was slightly stunned after hearing this, looked at the black-faced man with a sideways face and a tiger's back in front of him, and hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Disrespectful and disrespectful!" Who are Dian Wei and you during the Three Kingdoms period? ”

The black-faced man also arched his hand heroically: "It's easy to say!" I don't know him. ”

"Zhuangman, then you should know kung fu, right?"

Dian Wei nodded proudly: "I understand a little... Usually a hundred and ten ghosts can't get into me. ”

Zhang Hanming smiled flatteringly: "Then can you teach me a few tricks to defend myself?" ”

Dian Wei waved his hand: "No problem." But... I'll get straight to the point! You are too old, your physique is stereotyped, your birth is poor, and your menstrual bones are not peculiar. I can only teach you a few tricks superficially, and self-defense is no problem. You have time to come to me every evening when the sun goes down and come to me at the Land Temple. It's not okay to be late! I have to play mahjong at night, I don't have time! ”

"Playing mahjong?"

"yes, you have to grab a spot every day! It's too boring to have no way, there is only one pair of mahjong, and the competition is too fierce, if I don't have two hands, I can only watch every day. ”

Zhang Hanming said without thinking about it: "Hehe.... This is easy to do, tomorrow I will burn you a few more sets of mahjong. ”

The black-faced man grinned, "Ha... That's great. Hello lad .... I've made you a friend. ”

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