All kinds of things in the paper burning shop are respectful of the dead. The dead are big, so the guy can't ask the guest what he's here to buy.

Xiaobao didn't answer the guy's question right away. He counted the number of people in his mind. Eleven policemen died the night before, plus three people in the locomotive, and the wife of the rolling dragon, a total of fifteen people.

Jiang Xiyong's five Koreans and ten Japanese military police Xiaobao didn't care.

"At least 100 pounds of printed burnt paper. There are thirty paper figures and fifteen paper horses. Do you have a paper house here? I want to see it. Xiaobao said while thinking.

The guy was stunned when he heard Xiaobao's words. It took him a long time to react, "So much?" It's easy to say that you burn paper, but there aren't so many paper people and paper horses. If you really want to, you'll have to wait until tomorrow. We're working overtime tonight to get you out. ”

"Okay, I can wait until tomorrow. But you will build fifteen more houses. Xiaobao said.

What a big patron! The man couldn't be the master for a while, so he turned and ran to the back room.

After a while, an old man walked out breathlessly.

"There are so many of the things you asked for just now. The shop is not manpowered, can you give it another day? The old man asked apologetically.

"If it doesn't work tomorrow morning, then tomorrow night. It couldn't be any longer. Why don't I go back to someone else's house? Xiaobao said categorically.

"No one else can get out so much. Okay, tomorrow night, tomorrow night. I'm going to find someone else now, and I'm going to get out of the job tomorrow night. The old man gritted his teeth and said.

"But can you pay a portion of the deposit first?" The old man said hesitantly.

"Okay, no problem. But tomorrow night, when I come to pick it up, you will send a car to help me pull these things to the place I have designated. Xiaobao took out fifty yuan and put it on the counter and said.

"How far is that?" The old man asked.

"It's not far away, I just want to find a vacant lot outside the town to burn some money for a few friends." Xiaobao explained. With that, he turned and walked out.

The old man sent the God of Wealth out with a smiling face for a long time before turning around and saying to the guy who followed behind: "Go find someone and tell them to process more money!" ”

Xiaobao returned to the dining shop and said to the old Wang who was still waiting there: "Uncle, I'm really sorry, we can't leave today." I'll have to wait until the morning after tomorrow to leave. Anyway, it's not far from Hengdao Hezi, and you will arrive on the same day. I'll give your old man a little more wages. ”

"Then we'll have to find a big car shop to live in. Although it is time to harvest the crops, it is okay if I am not at home if I have many sons in the family. The old king said.

"Then find a big car shop to live in. It is guaranteed that your elderly will live comfortably for these two days. Xiaobao said.

As the two of them spoke, they got up and caught the car and found a big car shop in Xinglong Town to stay.

Xiaobao asked for two rooms. I live in one room, and the old king lives in another. He carried the sack into the room, bolted the door, and fell asleep.

Xiaobao didn't wake up until the afternoon. He locked the door and went to the old king's house. Seeing that the old Wang was smoking, Xiaobao smiled and said, "Old man, you have a lot of experience. How about going out with me? ”

The old king was bored, and followed Xiaobao out without hesitation.

Xiaobao took Lao Wangtou out of the big car shop and went directly to the paper burning shop where he had been in the morning.

"I recruited three people temporarily, and they were all busy working inside." The guy at the paper burning shop said as soon as he saw Xiaobao come in.

Lao Wangtou was full of confusion when he saw Xiaobao bring him to the paper burning shop, and he didn't know why when he heard the guy say this.

Xiaobao nodded and didn't speak, and went directly to the back room.

Then the old Wang Tou, who followed into the back room, was stunned by the scene in front of him, and saw dozens of standing paper puppets, men and women, all looking at him with weird smiles on their faces.

"There are only a few paper horses left, and it will be completed in another hour." The old man in charge of the paper shop saw Xiaobao and said.

"Okay, we'll wait here. When the time comes, you can pull all these things into the open space outside the west gate of the town. I'll settle the money for you in a moment. Xiaobao replied casually while looking at a paper house.

"This little brother, what are you doing with so many of these things?" The old king had the audacity to ask Xiaobao.

"A friend of mine died the other day. He dreamed of me for several days, saying that he had no money to spend in the underworld, no place to live, and he was lonely. That's how I've gotten these things to burn for him tonight. Let him have a good life in the underworld. Xiaobao said nonsense.

The old king nodded in disbelief.

In rural areas, some people begin to prepare for their death at the age of forty or fifty. From coffins to shrouds, it may take more than ten or even twenty years to be used. I hope that my funeral can be handled in a beautiful way. Let yourself have food, shelter and money to spend after death.

The old king was a little envious of Xiaobao's friend.

The old man in charge of the paper shop invited Xiaobao and the two of them outside to drink tea and pay the bill by the way. When he took the money handed over by Xiaobao, his mouth couldn't close.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, it was already dark. Xinglong Town is not Harbin, there are no street lights on the street, and it is pitch black.

Occasionally, people walking down the street saw four or five horse-drawn carriages passing in front of them. On each carriage there were several paper figures standing on it. The slender white streamers on their bodies fluttered in the wind, and the people swayed with the carriage.

The whole street suddenly felt a gust of wind. The timid was so frightened that he ran home.

Xiaobao stood in the open space outside the west gate of Xinglong Town, holding a wooden stick more than one meter long in his hand. He divided the paper money, paper people, and paper horses into two piles.

That little pile was for the wife of the rolling dragon. In addition to these things, a pair of golden boys and girls were added.

That big pile was for eleven policemen and three people inside the locomotive.

There is a distance of more than ten meters between the two paper piles.

These two piles of things can also be said to be prepared for Xiaobao himself, and they are to cure his heart disease. If he wasn't sick in his heart, he wouldn't have dreams like that.

Xiaobao first lit the pile of paper figures and paper horses of the wife of the rolling dragon, and then raised the paper money from time to time.

He lit the large pile of paper again, and kept using the stick in his hand to raise the paper money in the fire.

Two fires burned brightly, lighting up the night sky like two torches in the dark night.

The heat wave stirred up a whirlwind that rolled black paper ash into the sky.

The paper figures, which had not yet been burned, shook slightly in the heat wave, as if they were alive.

Xiaobao only now realized that the wooden stick in his hand was too short, and the fire made his face tingle.

"Big brother, I'm sorry, let's collect the money. Go to the underworld and use this money to marry a wife and have children, and live a good life, and don't come to me again. Xiaobao thought silently in his heart.