After Li Deng came out of the shop, he did not go to the side street, and he had already swept away the yellow paper money on the street, and instead walked into the town along the narrow alley next to the shop.

Li Deng's footsteps were fast, and the occasional stagnant water remaining on the bluestone pavement was splashed by the teenager's trampling, the long bamboo pole in his hand was mopping the ground and slippery, and the sound of the bamboo pole rubbing against the stone slab made people can't help but get goosebumps. Even if the old shopkeeper let Li Deng be lazy at this time, it is estimated that Li Deng does not dare to have the slightest slackness, this year's yellow paper money stained with rain is extremely difficult to clean, Li Deng does not want to clean up these yellow paper money in the dark night, except for the heart-palpitating wailing wind, there is only a dead silence, like a land of the dead. And every night, those nocturnal domestic cats will go out one after another, standing on the roof, from time to time to pull out a miserable scream, ghostly eyes in the reflection of the moonlight, glowing green, like a ghost walking in the night.

The whistling wind, mixed with the shrill cries of a dead baby, echoed through the empty town, and it was pitch black all around, except for the dim moonlight. Occasionally, there would be the terrifying sound of a domestic cat stomping on the tiles, and a wild cat would make a shadow in the hazy moonlight like a robe of death.

Because the town is so compact and chaotic, these strange sounds will reverberate back and forth along the compact houses, layer after layer of people's eardrums, and after several reverberations, it will become a chaotic ghostly song, like the servants of death singing and dancing to welcome the arrival of new companions.

Li Deng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he thought of this strange and ethereal scene, and this feeling was like being eaten away by the servants of the god of death little by little.

The old shopkeeper's character Li Deng is not unintelligible, when his face is cold, don't try to negotiate conditions with him, if Li Deng can't finish cleaning up these paper money today, even if it's late at night, the old shopkeeper won't let him go.

He is always so almost harsh, but people can't resent, he will leave a winning money for Li Deng at the time of worshipping the barren mound, when Li Deng is most helpless, the old shopkeeper accepts him, so that the young man can support himself, so that he will not be starved to death in the town, when Li Deng is sick, the old shopkeeper allows Li Deng to overdraft his salary, even if Li Deng sits in the shop all day and does not work hard, the old shopkeeper will also shush the cold and ask for warmth, he will leave the few golden thread chrysanthemums to Li Deng...

There are also many intimate little things, and the old shopkeeper who has always been cold takes care of himself like his own father. If it weren't for his personal experience, Li Deng wouldn't have believed that the old shopkeeper would have such a heartwarming side.

The young man is very yearning for the outside world, but he doesn't say a word about the old shopkeeper, he is afraid that the old shopkeeper will be sad, even if the boy really plans to go out of town, it must be done after the old shopkeeper is gone.

As long as the old shopkeeper is still in the town for a day, Li Deng will not take half a step out of the town.

The old shopkeeper has been guarding him since he was young, so he has to guard the old shopkeeper into the ground.

Li Deng plans to sell his dilapidated house and this shop when the old shopkeeper leaves, use all the money to buy paper money for the old shopkeeper, and burn it all for him.

It's time to smile after a lifetime of coldness.

The sun was already crooked, the light was hanging down weakly, the boy's cloth shoes had already been soaked in the rain, and the cold from the soles of the boy's feet was transmitted up along the bones, and under the erosion of the cold, the thighs were as uncomfortable as ice.

Li Deng walked through the cramped and oppressive alleys, came to the town, looked up at the yellow paper money stained on the roof, did not hesitate, put down the back basket, and then held the long bamboo pole to pick off the yellow paper money pasted on the tiles one by one.

Li Deng picked carefully, the buildings in the town are some years old, some solid people have been renovated, the weathered tiles have been replaced with new tiles, but most of the poor families have not changed the tiles for many years in the ancestral house, under the erosion of wind, frost, rain and snow, these tiles have lost their original rigidity, become crispy, as if they have been soaked in a vinegar jar, as long as the bamboo pole is slightly exerted, these tiles will be broken, and then it will be a trouble, and it is inevitable to lose money.

Although all this money is paid by the old shopkeeper, it is not easy for the old shopkeeper to accumulate some money, if he is lavish, it is estimated that the coffin of the old shopkeeper is not enough to pay.

After all, a copper coin is equal to a stack of yellow paper money, this copper coin is not very valuable here, it can be converted into yellow paper money, and it is really valuable when it goes underground!

In fact, Li Deng has always had a bold guess in his heart, and he is very sure. How could an old shopkeeper who was so slamming the door let himself leave the shop and not look at it, but let himself pick up these useless yellow paper money?

The old shopkeeper does use these yellow paper money to burn the stove, but is the yellow paper money really used to burn the stove?

Could it be that the old shopkeeper saw the money and wanted to save some family business for himself before his death, maybe the yellow paper money burned in previous years has entered the old shopkeeper's netherworld bank, and at this time, the money bank under the ground has been full of money, just waiting for the old shopkeeper to spend lavishly one day!

This kind of thing has been mentioned in the books in the money shop, which is a disguised accumulation of yin virtue, as long as you find a master to open up a money bank for yourself "underground" before your death, you can save money early.

And it's easy to open a bank. As long as you use yellow paper to tie out a Qianzhuang mansion, write your name on it, buy a piece of land below, and then ask a master to set a ban in advance, it is a small private treasury.

Generally speaking, the higher the cultivation of the practitioner, the more stable the prohibition of this bank, and there is no need to worry about those thieves, this prohibition is like locking the bank.

Since the young man's memory, this old shopkeeper has been in the business of selling lamps, and the lamps and candles in the whole town are all purchased from this shop, plus every year in July 14 households change new lamps and add new oil, the annual income of the shop should not be bad, but this old shopkeeper is still so picky, he must have spent all his savings in the early years to hire someone to build a netherworld money village, so he will let himself clean up these yellow paper money.

The old shopkeeper usually hides in the backyard and should be thinking about the things before and after his death, and it is estimated that when no one is around, the old shopkeeper will be happy to bloom, and calculate the savings in the netherworld little by little.

Li Deng cautiously picked off the yellow paper money, while thinking silently, and smiled from time to time, "I didn't want to take you to be such an old shopkeeper!"

At this time, the doors of the houses in the town are closed, and when the light of the sun is weak, the cold will slowly float out, and the cold will become more and more humid after the two autumn rains, and people like to curl up in their homes after the busy farming season.

On the chaotic stone road, only Li Deng is still busy, and every year on this day, when the town is deserted, Li Deng will collect the paper money while thinking nonsense, which can alleviate some of the fear in his heart.

Unconsciously, Li Deng walked to the center of the town, stopped in front of a house, the young man's eyes were a little dim, this renovated house was the ancestral house left by the young man's parents, but in order to survive, the young man had sold it.

I remember that when I was planning to sell the ancestral house, I secretly chiseled two pieces of wood from the beam head of the side house on Chinese New Year's Eve, these two pieces of wood were used to create a spirit card for his parents, and the teenager hoped that the place for his deceased parents to live would be the wood of his own house, so he would secretly chisel wood chips from the deformed beam.

The boy felt guilty about the family, even though the ancestral house had been renovated, and the bent beams had long since been reduced to ashes in the stove.

Li Deng has never stolen anything since he was a child, even in that most difficult childhood, Li Deng still warned himself that even if he starved to death, he could not steal food, and finally had to sell his ancestral home, but he still never did anything that was ashamed of his conscience.

Only the two wooden plaques, he secretly chiseled them. And all this has already fallen into someone's eyes, when he saw the young man taking advantage of the night, timidly chiseled off the two pieces of wood, the person who watched had mixed feelings in his heart, at that time the young man must have thought that he could escape the guilt in his heart by covering up the night, right? After all, there was only the boy himself in the entire ancestral house, and even during the day, no one would see him secretly chiseled two pieces of wood from the most hidden position in the corner.

The man just watched the young man timidly chisel off the two pieces of wood, but he thought a lot about it.

In the end, all kinds of complex emotions are intertwined into only one sentence, "If you don't want to feel guilty, then take it back openly." ”

Since then, Li Deng has been making a living in a lamp shop.

The big exam for teenagers also came to an end.

The boy had no parents in the town, and his parents had died hundreds of years ago!

Li Deng stood in front of the former ancestral house, many childhood memories poured into his mind, there was only a small boy in the huge ancestral house, and one after another figures intertwined and emerged in the house, one has not disappeared, and the other has floated.

The young man's eyes were sad, looking at this ancestral mansion like a king who had lost power looking at a decaying throne.

Li Deng stopped for a moment and left. The yellow paper left on the roof should be regarded as my last gift to this ancestral house.

The yellow paper money on the ancestral house lay quietly, like a soul talisman sprinkled by the undead on his lost territory.

......

After Li Deng left, a young Taoist came to the front of the house, put his fingers together, and wiped his eyes with two winning coins.

The young Taoist looked shocked, this was not an ancestral mansion at all.

It's a rotten throne!