After a few quarrels, the ghosts had no choice but to disperse. After all, even if it depreciates, it is still the time when they have the most money on hand. Therefore, what should be eaten is still eaten, and the drama that should be watched still has to be watched.

The fluctuation of the exchange rate has little impact on the stall owners. Because we earn RMB, and when the currency depreciates, we just raise the price according to the exchange rate, and we can't blame it for this anyway. While the ghost customers were still shouting, Master and I had already set up the stall in a hurry.

The outfits of the ghost customers tonight look different than usual. During the Qingming Dynasty, their descendants not only burned paper money, but also burned a lot of paper clothes and jewelry, paper people, paper horses, paper houses, as well as trendy mobile phones, watches, cars, and so on. When the paper clothes and jewelry are burned, they go directly to the upper body, and those ghosts also look modern, all of them are in suits and leather shoes, and fancy dresses. Paper figures and paper horses can be moved when they are burned to the underworld, but they can only be used by the tomb owner and cannot be transferred to other ghosts. The paper-tied house does not take up space, so it is miniaturized in the tomb. When the ghost returned to his tomb, he entered the house, but the living area became larger and he was more comfortable to lie down.

Fan Xiucai dragged his long braids, but came in a neat suit. I want to cover my mouth and smile when I see it, this is a traitor! He also felt very awkward, saying that he still liked the old robe. Xiucai ordered a few dishes first, and then called out to me while I was serving the food and took a mobile phone from my pocket. He asked, "What is this?" What is it for? ”

I laughed when I saw it and asked him who burned it for him. Fan Xiucai replied that it was his great-grandson who burned it for him on a whim, but he didn't know how to use it.

"This thing won't be used in the underworld!" I waved my hand and said, "This is called a mobile phone, you have to charge it first, and you have to receive a signal before you can use it!" ”

"Signal? What is a signal? ”

I don't know how to explain this, my physics is terrible, so I just talk nonsense. Anyway, there is no electricity in the underworld, and there is no base station, where is the signal? Fan Xiucai was confused when he heard this, and continued to sit there and fiddle with the ipho that couldn't even light up the screen

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Liu Gong and Liu Po also came in new clothes, followed by two maids. The faces of the two maids are flat, and their facial features are also painted. They were a little stiff, but obedient. As soon as Liu Gong and Liu Po sat down, the two paper maids began to help them beat their backs and pinch their legs.

Seeing Fan Xiucai sitting there worried, Liu Gong and Liu Po also complained: "These children and grandchildren don't know what to think? Burn these things for us, how can we use them? Piling up there can only take up space! It's better to burn a paper figure. ”

"Xiaosheng, do you know how to drive a car? I've got one there, I've got it for you! Mrs. Liu "said to me kindly."

"Don't!" I flatly declined. That thing can't be fueled, so do I have to pay a few imps to push it? Mobile phones, watches, and cars are different from paper people and paper horses, dead things are still dead things when they are burned to the underworld, and the set of scientific and technological theories in the yang world is useless when they are brought to the underworld.

The ghost market that night was really hot. After the Qingming Festival every year, the ghosts' desire to consume will definitely increase greatly, and at the same time, it will also greatly stimulate the economy of the ghost market. Every stall is full of ghosts, and it is very lively, so that the stall owners can also make a lot of money and have a happy holiday.

At the peak of the passenger flow, the poor ghost Lao Zeng came with the wild ghost Lao Zhang. Lao Zeng has no descendants, and whether he is clear or not has nothing to do with him, and no money is still no money. I frowned, but this time it was not easy to catch up, after all, Lao Zeng had helped me a lot before! Besides, I have promised him that I will not go back.

"It's good to win! Hello Master Feng! Hey! Lao Zeng was very knowledgeable, and he didn't mean to gossip, but just said hello with a smile.

I nodded, and added a favor to him, and arranged for them to sit down as if they were normal customers, and then I was going to get the ten strings of leaning geckos and ten skewers of roasted toads. But Lao Zhang rarely opened his mouth to talk to me, and said, "Xiaosheng, don't leave in a hurry first, I'll show you something." ”

"What's that?" I stopped, looking at him quizzically. Lao Zhang looked left and right, took out something from his body, grabbed it in the palm of his hand and leaned under the table, and then motioned for me to look down. I bent down to glance and saw that the palm of Lao Zhang's hand was a jade bead, but it was not like jade, revealing a faint green light.

"This is Yin Yuan." Lao Zhang whispered to me.

"Where did this thing come from?" I asked hesitantly, not understanding what Lao Zhang meant by letting me see this Yin Yuan.

"I ...... from the ground," Lao Zhang had just said halfway through when the poor ghost Lao Zeng next to him elbowed him. Lao Zhang changed his words and said: "It's not convenient for me to say this." But I promise, it's definitely my own hard work! "I don't doubt that. Although Lao Zhang is poor, he is not lazy, and he is not as annoying as Lao Zeng.

"And what are you trying to do with it?" I then asked.

Lao Zhang wanted to open his mouth to continue, but he felt embarrassed, so he turned his head to look at Lao Zeng. Lao Zeng was thick-skinned and not afraid of making a fool of himself, he secretly pointed to the exit of the ghost market, and said in a low voice: "That old man is too dark!" We don't get much money from him. I know that your master is also a master, and Yin Yuan may be able to use it. Why don't we just exchange some paper money with you?" In this way, you don't have to get a hand from the old man, and he makes black money! Or, let's both keep an account and eat at your stall! ”

I looked back at Master's back. He didn't have time to doze off tonight and was baking skewers for me. Master's recent behavior has been somewhat unusual, and I suddenly have a mysterious feeling. Perhaps, as Lao Zeng said, my master is not just a fake Taoist priest, a strange old man, and a hidden hermit if he is not in trouble.

"Don't! My master never accepts Yin Yuan. I thought about it, but I still shook my head and said, "It's useless for me to keep this thing, I can't touch it, and I can't use it." You better hurry up and finish eating those twenty skewers of barbecue with Lao Zeng and leave! ”

Lao Zhang and Lao Zeng were very disappointed when they saw that I refused. I didn't talk to them any more, but then I went and brought them roasted geckos and roasted toads, urging them to eat quickly, for fear that the poor ghost would stay here for a long time and ruin his fortune tonight.

Fortunately, the ghost market is booming tonight, and business is still hot after Lao Zhang and Lao Zeng left. It was busy until the second half of the night, and there was still an endless stream of customers. The troupe prepared a big play tonight, which attracted a lot of ghosts to watch, and there was a big circle on the inner and outer three floors. The play was sung until four o'clock in the morning, and another wave of customers was released. Uncle Fang came to eat after watching the play.

Qingming worships the ancestors, and Xiaoqian on the tomb of Uncle Fang has no blessings, so she can only avoid it temporarily. It was rare for Fang Bo to go back home and lie in his coffin and sleep all night. He has a good appetite tonight and seems to be in a good mood. When checking out, Uncle Fang also took something out of his pocket, grabbed his palm and asked me to see it.

What's going on tonight? Someone always wants to show me weird things!

I was sneering, but I couldn't help but take a look at it with curiosity. Uncle Fang also had a green thing in his hand, but this time it was not a Yin Yuan, it should be a piece of jade in the Eight Classics. Fang Bo took out another thing with his other hand, it was yellow, as if it was a gold ring.

I looked at Uncle Fang and didn't understand what he meant. Fang Bodao: "This is a jade plate, this is a golden wrench, and they were originally all funeral items placed in my coffin." Alas, it is also blind to put it in it now! I usually can't touch it if I want to, and I'm afraid of being stolen if I put it elsewhere, so it's better to take it out for money! ”

I see what he means. I'm not interested in Yin Yuan, but I'm very interested in gold and jade. I subconsciously looked back at my master first, he was already busy and fell asleep in his chair. However, as I said before, Master has no objection to me taking the things of the dead, as long as the Master agrees.

I carefully took Uncle Fang's jade plate and wrench, and leaned over to the ghost fire to take a closer look. The jade plaque is engraved with Guanyin, I don't understand jade, and I don't know if this jade plaque is good or not. The golden wrench is simple, it's a bigger ring, and I can trust Uncle Fang, he shouldn't use fake things to deceive me.

So, I negotiated the price with Uncle Fang, and agreed to exchange the dark coins and ingots for his gold wrench. But I can't change it tonight, because the money in the cash register is Master's, and I can't make a claim. Uncle Fang also trusted me, so he simply gave me the wrench first, and agreed to give him the money next time I came to the ghost market.

At five o'clock in the morning, the ghost market closes on time. The ghosts are still dispersing, or the sun will come out after a little more rubbing. We, the stall owners, also started to close our stalls. Everyone can be said to have made a lot of money tonight! However, the most profitable is the old man who watches the grave, and the paper money collected by his side has been piled up like a hill. I stared at his bare head, and there seemed to be two words written on it: profiteers!