On the fifth day of today's lunar month, there is a ghost market again in the evening. We are a small place here, the population is not prosperous, and there are not many ghosts, so there is a ghost market every ten days, fixed on the fifth, fifteenth and twenty-fifth days of the lunar calendar every month.

After school in the afternoon, I had to go to help Master prepare the ingredients for the evening as usual. Master himself lives in a rented farmhouse in the west of the village, and it is said that he has lived there for almost 20 years. No one in the village knew where he came from, and he never told him himself. People in the village said that my master was a man of God, who knew Taoism and immortal arts. He is indeed a country Taoist priest in the village, specializing in helping people to do red and white ceremonies, and occasionally likes to pretend to be a god or something. But I've never seen him practice any martial arts, Taoism, and he can't even meditate!

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw that the master was fiddling with a few vegetable snakes and earth snakes. Because I have to go to school recently, he went up to the mountains to catch these snakes by himself, and most of them are not poisonous. It seems that the master is very well prepared this time, this trip into the mountains, and at the same time caught a lot of scorpions and centipedes, all of which were covered in urns.

I consciously changed into that special set of "overalls" and walked to the pig barn. There are no pigs in the barn, but toads and geckos, which are divided into two compartments. I grabbed the toad and the gecko, beat them to death with a stick, washed them, and put them on with a skewer, which are essential ingredients at the barbecue stand at night.

If you feel sick when you see this, then the unbearable is still to come!

I tightened my trouser legs, put on gloves and a mask, and pulled out a cage from the back of the barn, which was buzzing. Of course I wouldn't open it easily, but there were hundreds of big mosquitoes in it. I removed the base under the cage designed to trap and trap mosquitoes, replaced it with a bamboo plaque, and then put it on the steamer.

This dish is called blood steamed mosquitoes. Mosquitoes have to catch large ones, too small to chew their heads. Moreover, it can't be fried or fried, so small a little bit of mosquito meat will be gone as soon as the pot is opened. Of course, it can't be boiled, it will rot as soon as it is cooked, and it can only be steamed, steamed with pig's blood. After steaming and serving, the mosquitoes became round and red because they were full of the steam of pig blood, and they were several times larger. A plate of dozens can sell for almost 100 billion coins.

What else is there? The Five Poison Porridge has been mentioned before, which is to use the five poisons of spiders, scorpions, centipedes, small snakes and toads to boil porridge and stew it in one pot. The headless ghost Lao Xing likes to eat this the most.

Salt-and-pepper cockroaches are also a signature dish. The cockroach skin is thin and the wings are crispy, and before frying, it should be coated with a layer of starch, add chili peppers, garlic and salt, and fry until golden brown. Nutritious and delicious, protein-rich, crispy and chewy!

Of course, cold dishes are also indispensable, and sauce rat boys are very popular. The rat cub must first ensure that it is alive, has not yet opened its eyes, is hairless, and has transparent skin. There is no need to steam, fry, boil and stir-fry, directly pour soy sauce and sesame oil to taste, sprinkle with chopped green onions and coriander, and it can be served.

After working all afternoon and half the night, the master and apprentice didn't even bother to eat dinner, but just rushed the bowl to deal with it, and finally prepared everything together. At ten o'clock in the evening, I pulled the cart, and the master pushed behind, and walked towards the mass grave step by step.

When they arrived at the mass grave, several stall owners were already waiting, including Uncle Li. Everyone understands the rules, and when they meet, they raise their hands to say hello, and there is no small talk. To do this kind of business, keeping a low profile is the first priority.

It was almost eleven o'clock when the old man who was watching the grave slowly appeared. Unhurriedly, he first went around to set up the array flags, and a thick fog suddenly rose outside the array, enveloping the ghost market. The old man hung up the small blackboard and took out the chalk to write the exchange rate.

At this time, some ghost customers had already crawled out of the mound and also gathered at the entrance to see the exchange rate. The exchange rate tonight has dropped a little bit compared to ten days ago, and the paper money in the hands of ghost customers has appreciated again. This made them nod their heads in satisfaction. Although I don't know any economic principles, I still understand a little bit of the superficial truth that currency appreciation will lead to high consumption. It seems that tonight's ghost market will be more active, and the turnover is expected to rise!

I pulled the trolley into our fixed position and began to unload the goods and set up the stall. I was in charge of preparing the ingredients and making the stove, and Master was in charge of setting the table and stools. Everything was ready, and I started calling for business.

Liu Gong and Liu Po showed up on time as usual, and there was a table full of dishes, which made me scramble. Master saw that I couldn't be busy, so it was rare for me to come to help. Immediately afterwards, Fan Xiucai, Aunt Wang, and Grandma Zhao also came to the door, and the tables were almost full.

Ghosts eat only to satisfy their innate appetite for the tongue that persists even though they are dead. In fact, even if they don't eat anything, they will definitely not starve to death. The first few orders are all popular tastes, and it is not difficult to serve. The later "weirdos" have more unique tastes.

High evil warning ahead, please avoid those who are full!! If you force yourself to watch and cause discomfort, you will be responsible for it!!

"Xiaosheng, did you prepare the dishes I ordered last time?" A shrill female voice came, and when I looked back, it turned out to be Aunt Lin.

"Aunt Lin, I prepared it for you last time, why didn't you come?"

"Oops! The last time I watched the play, I just cared about discussing the drama with Aunt Hu! I walked and went home, but I forgot about it! I'm sorry! Aunt Lin hurriedly explained.

"It's okay, it's okay! You sit down first, and the dish will be ready immediately! I smiled and beckoned Aunt Lin to sit down, then took out the bag of hair from under the stall, put it on a plate, and turned around and asked, "Aunt Lin, what flavor do you want to eat tonight?" ”

"Hmm...... It's sour and spicy! Sour enough! Spicy should be spicy enough! And hemp! Aunt Lin replied.

"Great!" I poured chicken broth into the plate, poured light soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, red oil bean paste, sprinkled with chili powder and Sichuan pepper powder, and a super sour and spicy cold salad was ready!

As soon as the dishes were served, Aunt Lin suddenly felt an appetite, and the food was hearty! She also praised me for my good craftsmanship, very satisfied, and gave some extra tips before leaving.

Aunt Lin is actually a hair eater. She had been working in a barbershop before her death, and I don't know if it was because she had been dealing with hair all her life, and it was good to be a ghost, and she often came to me to ask for this specialty. It's not me who blows, this cold salad hair, the taste is changeable, it can be sour and spicy, it can be soaked in sauce, it can be **, and if you want to eat hot, you can also splash oil. Home travel, must-have cold dishes!

As soon as Aunt Lin was sent away, two "heavy-tasted" ghost guests came one after another.

The shoe-eating ghost Lao Xie and the stinky ghost Lao Zhu, these two brothers came from afar with a foul smell. Their tastes are relatively similar, and they appear together every time. I quickly held my breath and quickly put on a mask first. Fortunately, these two brothers are quite generous, and they know where their shortcomings are, and they never care about this with me.

I took out a couple of broken shoes from the sealed bucket under the stall, they were dirty and smelly, and I didn't need to process them anymore, so I put them on a plate and brought them over!

Don't look down on these stinky shoes, I also gave this dish a "rotten" dish name, called "White-headed Shoes Old"! This dish uses the stinky shoes worn by the master, which are original and do not add any flavors or preservatives. Of course, it is impossible for the master to wear out so many pairs of shoes directly, and he usually picks up or buys shoes worn by the old and dead people, and puts them on the master's feet for a period of time. Of course, I never wash it, and I even deliberately soaked it in water, and wore it with sweaty feet, which tasted particularly "sour"!

These "Shengji" specialties are made with all kinds of disgusting, dirty and smelly ingredients, accompanied by bizarre methods, and I can only make them by pinching my nose throughout the whole process. But those ghosts were devouring them there, as if they had eaten the most delicious food in the world! Alas!

Lao Xie and Lao Zhu finished chewing their shoes, threw down a few bundles of dark coins, and went to the troupe together. I had to fan it for a long time to finally get rid of the foul smell in the air.

Finally, after serving the two brothers, another master came. The saliva-eater Hu Ye swaggered over with his thousand-year-old immortal golden toothpick in his mouth, and every time he came, it was a challenge for me to push the limit.

"Xiao Shengzi, it's been a long time since I've been here! Bah! I really miss your bowl of noodles! Bah! Alas, the mouth is uncomfortably dry! "Hu Ye has a lot of money, but he is extremely sloppy and unhygienic. He was shirtless, with his shirt on his shoulders, shorts, flip-flops, and he was about to spit after two steps, but he couldn't spit out the real thing. He was spit too much when he was alive, and as a result, he suffered retribution after death, and he had no liquid in his mouth, and he became a spittle.

"That, Hu ...... Master Hu, you sit down first, I still need a little time to prepare......" I held back the discomfort in my throat and beckoned him to sit down first. Alas, we open the door to do business, and the rich customers can't push it out!

I ordered a bowl of noodles, added dried tofu, and then picked up the bowl and ran to a dark corner for a long time before serving the noodles to Hu Ye. This bowl of noodles has a famous name, called "spitting noodles and drying themselves"! As the name suggests, it's a noodle soup with dried tofu, plus that, you know!

What, you say you don't understand? Hey, are you disgusting, do you have to ask so carefully? I'm disgusting when I say it myself! Oh, don't talk about it, my mouth is dry!

After eating the noodles, Hu Ye expressed his great satisfaction, and he was generous, dropped a large bag of silver dollars, and left. After that, my stall was still very busy, and the paper money in the cash register was already full, so I temporarily took out a bamboo basket to hold the money.

The last two customers are what I want to be the most. The no-eater ghost fat bag came with the hungry ghost Lao Lu. The relationship between these two is not the same as that of Lao Xie and Lao Zhu, and it should be said that they each take what they need.

Fat bag, with a shy belly, fat head and big ears, but his throat is very thin, and he speaks more sharply than a woman. He died because he was too good at eating before he was alive, and finally overeaten. After being a ghost, the esophagus seems to be sewn up, and I can't eat anything. He was unwilling, he couldn't eat it himself, so he wanted to watch others eat. So, he found the hungry ghost Lao Lu, and would rather pay for Lao Lu to eat for him.

The hungry ghost Lao Lu never picks what he eats, he eats what he wants, and there will be nothing left, even the plates, bowls, and plates will be licked clean for you. And he eats quickly, his mouth deliberately makes exaggerated noises, and every now and then he burps again. Of course he won't be really full, and it's never his appetite that restricts his appetite, it's his wallet.

Fat Bao sat at the same table, staring at Lao Lu, but he could only dry it. He kept swallowing dry, but he couldn't eat a grain of rice. It is estimated that when he was alive, he was also like Lao Lu!

The poor ghost Lao Zeng has always been currying favor with fat buns, and he also wants to come and eat white food. But what about the fat bag, I think he doesn't eat hard enough, and I think it's more enjoyable to watch the hungry ghost Lao Lu eat!

Lao Lu directly ate all the remaining ingredients in my stall, and I didn't want to eat anymore. I was in a good mood when I saw them off. At this time, that is, at three o'clock in the morning, the things are sold out, and I will definitely make a lot of money tonight!

I woke up the master, and the two of them closed the stall in advance, and went to the old man to change the paper money. Master didn't have any expression when he made money or lost money, but this time he directly stuffed me with two hundred yuan. I said thank you, Master, and thought to myself that now I have money again, and I am not afraid of shortness of breath no matter how heroes are!