Along the way, everyone else began to close their stalls. Uncle Li is timid and has always watched our side move. We took it, he took it, and then he followed us closely and walked out.

The ghost customers also went home one after another, each going back to their own graves and looking for their own pits. These ghosts are all ghosts who have delayed the time of reincarnation because they are too resentful or have worries, and they are stranded in the yang world, and most of them are tomb ghosts and wild ghosts. In fact, they are not so terrible, they generally don't hurt people, or they don't take the initiative to harm people, at most they are stupid X who plays tricks on which tendon is wrong and runs to the mass grave to practice courage.

There are rules for the graves here, and ghosts are not allowed to drill around. In a cemetery with a tombstone, only the owner of the tomb can live, and only the wild grave can live with wild ghosts. Wild ghosts who don't even have graves can only squeeze with others, or two ghosts fight, and whoever loses will go out and find another place to stay. The wild ghost Lao Zhang has no tomb, so he can only squeeze together with the poor ghost Lao Zeng, so he is also very poor and often comes to me to beg for food.

The old man who watched the grave stood guard at the exit of the ghost market, waiting for the venue fee to be collected. A sign was nailed to the tree behind him, which read:

1 Yin Yuan

105 RMB

310 ingots

490 silver dollars

1,100 billion coins

What does that mean? It means: 1 yin yuan = 105 yuan = 210 paper ingots = 490 paper silver dollars = 1.1 trillion yuan of silver coins, which is the ratio of currency exchange between various yin and yang.

That's the exchange rate of this ghost market. What the ghosts receive in the underworld is the paper money that their descendants burn for them, and the living can't touch it and can't use it. And the ghost doesn't have RMB, what should I do? At this time, you need to come to the old man to exchange here. The stall owners have to convert the paper money they earn here into RMB every time, and then deduct the venue fee, and the rest is the real income tonight.

And Yin Yuan is a mysterious thing. Every ghost seems to have it, but they don't know how to use it, and they only accept it here from the old man who watches the grave. I don't know exactly what it is, and Master never tells me. But I've seen some ghosts take that thing to the old man to exchange paper money, and then go to the ghost market to spend it.

I put the cash basket in front of the old man and asked him to count it himself. The old man who watched the grave was also a strange person, he could take RMB or paper money, and he would not turn into paper ashes if he took it. As for what he did with the paper money and Yin Yuan, I don't want to ask him. Others have asked if they are not interested, and they have all been blinded, and if they dare to ask, they will not enter this ghost market to do business next time.

"250 pieces!" The old man tapped the calculator a few times and showed me the counts. It's really a good time for tonight's market!

The old man only gave the master one hundred and fifteen yuan, and the other hundred was the entrance fee. Master didn't even look at me, he just put it in his pocket.

Get! Don't ask! This one hundred and five is not enough for his expenses, and Master does not plan to pay me.

When I left the mass grave, I couldn't help but glance at Xiaoqian again. She was dressed in red, with her long hair draped over her face, and she always sat upright on a grave by the exit. I looked at her and saw that she was also looking at me faintly.

Xiaoqian is a complaining ghost, which is miserable. She was in the flowering season before her death, she was beautiful and beautiful, and she had a graceful figure, but she didn't want to know people carelessly, so she made a disciple, and finally ended up with both people and money. On a dark and windy night in January, she went out alone to find a short meeting, but she ran into a few hooligans on the way, and was forcibly pulled here, ** and died.

Although Xiao Qian's case was finally solved, and those hooligans were finally arrested and shot, Xiao Qian was still resentful. Because the person who hurt her the most has not been found, and her hatred has not been resolved. She sat at the grave every night, staring straight at every man who passed by, as if to confirm whether it was the negative person. Uncle Li is most afraid of her, and he follows me closely every time, for fear of being suddenly hooked by Xiaoqian.

The grave where Xiao Qian is sitting now is originally Fang Bo's tomb. She died there, so she could live here. But Uncle Fang was unlucky. Uncle Fang has descendants, and his name is also on the tombstone, but he can't beat Xiaoqian, and he can't go back to his home, so he has to go out and squeeze together with other wild ghosts. Every time he came to my stall for supper, he always sighed.

Out of the mass grave, Uncle Li finally breathed a sigh of relief, politely said goodbye to us, and pulled the car away. The mass burial post is in the back of the village of Paitou Village, and most of the people buried in it are the ancestors of the nearby villages, and there are thousands of graves large and small.

My master lives in Paiwei Village next door. It is said to be a village, but in fact, it is only two miles away from Nanting County. But I don't live with Master. I lived with my parents in a restaurant in the county market.

By the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhai Zisheng, I am 17 years old this year, and I am in my second year of high school. My mom is a local, and my dad is an outsider. Originally, our family didn't live here. My dad used to be a worker in a textile factory in a neighboring county, and my mom lived with my dad in the dormitory after she got married, and I was born there.

But I'm not a worry-free guy by nature, and I've had many disasters since I was a child, and adults can't figure out why. It is said that my parents and my mother's physique are not so bad, I was born with a tiger brain, and I was not diagnosed with genetic diseases, stunted growth, etc., but I kept crying and making trouble at night, and my body was very weak. No matter how many doctors I see, it doesn't work, and the family is not at peace, and adults and children are all guilty.

Later, when I was two years old and knew how to describe what I saw, my parents were scared enough. One moment I said there was a dark shadow lying there looking at me outside the window, and the next I said I saw someone climbing on the roof, and then I started crying.

My dad didn't look for a doctor at this time, so he found a few Taoist priests and monks in a row, and tossed around again before he cleared up for a while. But not long after, I told my parents that the figures had returned, and then I was scared to cry every night, and I cried until I was tired and fell asleep.

My dad brought in another Taoist priest, who said that the dormitory we were staying in was not clean and suggested that we move. As a last resort, my dad went directly to the leader of the textile factory and resigned. Anyway, the efficiency of the factory is not good, and it is not enough to do some small business in the sea with that salary.

Then we moved our family to my mother's mother's house, which is Paiwei Village. But this move is even more incredible! It turns out that I only see one or two strange things once in a while, but after moving here, I can see them every day!

Just when our family was at a loss, Master appeared. He told my parents bluntly, their son, I, who was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, could see unclean things, and it was useless to move anywhere.

My mother was about to break down, so she quickly knelt down and begged Master to do well, cure her son, and give her as much as she wanted. My master said that it was not a disease and could not be cured.

My dad asked what to do? Master said let's do it, anyway, I'll live in your village, you can take it during the day before he goes to school, and let him come and sleep with me at night, make sure he's okay!

My parents had no better choice, so they had to choose to trust my master. At first, they were not at ease, after all, my master was also from outside, and they didn't know who he was. At night, they would hide outside the wall of the house where my master lived, and listen to the movements. According to them, since beating me up at night and taking me to the Master's room to sleep, I have never been scared to cry again, and I can occasionally be heard laughing, so my parents slowly and reassured me to be taken by the Master.

My parents were very grateful and once wanted to stuff money into my master. My master said, I don't want money, and you don't have money. This baby has to continue to follow me, he is destined to not be an ordinary person in this life, so I simply accepted him as an apprentice, take him with me, and I can teach him some skills when he grows up.

However, I have been with him for fifteen years, and I have never seen him teach me anything! Is it also a skill to catch vegetable snakes, raise geckos, raise toads, and serve those ghosts at night? Anyway, I don't see what this can do?

I pulled the cart stall and pulled all the things back to the small courtyard where Master lived, and Master waved his hand and said that he had cleaned up the rest by himself, and asked me to go to the bath first and go home early. I took a simple bath at Master's place, changed out of the old clothes I was working on, changed into the clean clothes I wore on weekdays, and then swept my body with grapefruit leaves dipped in water to get rid of bad luck. After a complete set of charters is completed, the whole person feels a lot refreshed.

I said goodbye to Master and walked home. On the way, I took out my phone and turned it on, and found that no one had sent me a message all night. Alas, sad boy!

When I arrived at the county vegetable market, it was already six o'clock in the morning, which was the busiest time. The fresh vegetables of the day were brought in by trucks in the middle of the night and then wholesaled to various vegetable stalls. Vegetable sellers are hurrying to set up stalls, and individual customers who have to rush the morning shift have already begun to buy vegetables.

When I got home, my mom came out to remove the door panel. My mother's small restaurant mainly sells beef brisket rice, as well as fried noodles, fried noodles, pickled noodles and so on. According to our local eating habits, these can be eaten three times a day, so my mother's shop is open from morning to evening.

I shouted "Mom" and went upstairs to catch up on sleep. Mom said to eat breakfast first and then go to bed, otherwise you will be called to get up and go to school in a while, and you will definitely be too late to eat in bed. Then she went and fetched a bowl of freshly boiled brisket, and I finished eating a bowl of rice. When you're full, go upstairs and lie down for a while.

After lying down for an hour, my father came and woke me up and urged me to go to school. He didn't ask me where I was last night, and neither did my mom.

My mom and dad actually vaguely knew what I was going to do. Every time I go to the Master, I always come into contact with something unclean, but nothing happens to me, and they are used to it. They were also very helpless, let me follow the master, I felt that there was no future for me; I won't be allowed to follow Master, and I'm afraid that I will become the same as when I was a child, not to mention that I have already promised to let Master take me as an apprentice.

I scrambled to get up, brush my teeth, wash my face, and get dressed. Dad came to urge him a few more words, and then he went out on his motorcycle to solicit customers. My dad is a cheeky person, and after moving to Paiwei Village with me and my mother, he soon came out and rented a store to do business, which is where we live now. After all, my mother's family can't live for a long time, and after my problem is temporarily solved, my mother also comes out to live with me. My dad started as a seafood wholesaler, but he had no experience and couldn't even figure out what fish and shrimp were, and in the end he lost almost all his money.

As a last resort, my mother turned the store into a restaurant, relying on the secret recipe of beef brisket soup passed down by my grandmother, and the business is still good. Dad is reluctant to give a woman a hand, and would rather ride a motorcycle out to solicit customers, but also go out early and return late.