On the mass grave, in the ghost market, I am setting up a stall as usual.

"Yo! Xiaosheng, I see that you have a good complexion recently! People look like talents, do you have a target? "Lao Zeng came over with a smile and wanted to start a family routine with me.

"Nope!" I was expressionless, I didn't lift my head, and I continued to grill the skewers in my hands.

"Then why don't you look for it? You're not too young, are you? Lao Zeng had a "puzzled" face.

"I'm only seventeen!" I replied angrily.

"Hey!" Lao Zeng waved his hand disapprovingly and said, "It's not small, it's not small!" At that time, boys were fourteen and fifteen, and girls were twelve or thirteen, and we could get married! ”

"What are you married? I'm still in school! ”

"Oh! Yes, yes, it's important to study! It's good to be self-motivated! Lao Zeng nodded approvingly.

I didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his approval.

"If you don't get married, you can find a girlfriend first! Would you like me to introduce you? Lao Zeng didn't seem to notice my indifference, but still smiled and leaned closer again, leaning against the corner of my stall.

"Humph!" I sneered and asked rhetorically, "You introduced me?" Introduce me to a female ghost? ”

"Uh......" Lao Zeng was a little embarrassed, thinking about it, he also scratched his head. But this little embarrassment was not enough to make him retreat.

"That, ahem!" Lao Zeng continued to be speechless, "Hey, Xiaosheng, your skills are good!" Everyone usually chats, and they all praise you for the most fragrant skewers and the best ......."

I flipped through the skewers in my hand and expertly sprinkled cumin, paprika, and fragrant ash, and suddenly there was an enticing aroma of barbecue. As he spoke, Lao Zeng couldn't help but stretch his nose and sniff, then click his tongue and swallow his saliva.

I ignored him, counted fifty of the grilled skewers and put them on a plate, and brought them to the table of Liu Gong and his wife. Liu Gong and Liu Po were looking at me and Lao Zeng with interest, clearly wanting to be the people who eat melons, no, the people who eat skewers. It was Fan Xiucai at the next table who ate the melon. Lao Zhang, who came with Lao Zeng, stood far away, pacing around, pretending not to look this way. My master was lying on a recliner at the back of the stall, squinting and fanning, looking like he was half asleep and half awake forever.

When I returned to the barbecue stall, Lao Zeng hadn't left yet. I got a little annoyed, and I narrowed my eyes and asked, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

"Alas, you can't do this attitude!" Lao Zeng frowned, raised a finger and shook it at me, and said: "To do business, the service attitude must be good, and customers must feel at home......

"Less nonsense!" I interrupted him unceremoniously and asked directly, "Are you a customer?" ”

"Of course I am! Otherwise, why am I coming to your stall? Lao Zeng was surprised.

"And what would you like to eat?"

"I ...... Uh, "Lao Zeng's eyes slipped around my baking stall, and they were about to fall out." He quickly pressed it with his hand, but fortunately it didn't fall on the grill.

"You roasted snake...... How much is a string? Lao Zeng salivated and asked.

"100 billion!"

"What?" Lao Zeng's eyeballs really fell out now. He stuffed it back again, pointed at me indignantly and scolded: "You profiteers, this and this...... Prices are too high! How can we, the poor people, afford to eat! ”

"What's high? Don't you see today's exchange rate? Prices have been falling recently, and I sold 120 billion last time! I replied impatiently.

"That'...... Uh, how do you sell this roasted toad? "Lao Zeng saw that I was unmoved, so I had to put away the posture of righteous words and choose a smaller target.

"Five tens of billion!"

"It's still expensive, it's still expensive......" Lao Zeng shook his head and pretended to sigh.

"Why don't you come here?" I pointed to the freshly roasted gecko and asked him, "People are eating Liu Gong and Liu Po, 10 billion skewers." ”

"Ten billion? Well, that's not expensive......" Lao Zeng seemed to be moved. He felt in his pocket, pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, and counted and counted. I just stood aside and watched coldly to see if he could count 10 billion.

"What's that, Xiaosheng!" Lao Zeng salivated, and said to me with a smile: "Discuss it with you, you see that I don't have enough money today, can you ...... Give me a discount or something, it's all neighbors, old acquaintances......"

"!" I crossed my waist and waved a chaser gesture. "If you have money, you can eat, if you don't have money, get out of the house as soon as possible!"

"Oh, you baby, why are you so unkind? People can't lose money, you know? Lao Zeng had a bitter face and didn't leave.

"What's wrong with my money? How easy am I to earn some hard-earned money? I have not slept for most of the night, and I have come to this grave to serve you, to do volunteer work, to do good deeds? I didn't eat hard and soft, and scolded: "You poor ghost, hurry up and get out of me!" Don't delay me in doing business! ”

"Hey, why are you still scolding? Who is the poor ghost? You're a poor ghost! Lao Zeng finally got anxious and pointed at my nose and scolded me.

I sneered and said, "Aren't you just a poor ghost!" What the hell else could you be? ”

Lao Zeng was choked by my words, opened his mouth wide, and blushed but couldn't refute it.

"Good! I'm going to spend it with you, poor devil! Lao Zeng was so angry that he stood in front of my stall and crossed his waist, "I'm just standing here, see how you still make money?" ”

This poor ghost is not just poor himself, whoever he wants to keep up with will have to be poor. Doing business at a loss, being fired from a part-time job, doing nothing, the money in the pocket is only out, not in. If he really stays with me all night, I won't even think about earning a penny.

"Are you leaving?" I grabbed a handful of glutinous rice from under the stall, made a gesture to throw it away, and scared: "If you don't leave, I'll splash you!" ”

Lao Zeng was taken aback and hurriedly dodged. When he saw that I didn't really throw him with glutinous rice, he scolded and wanted to stand back. I pinched a few with my other hand and threw them at him. When the glutinous rice grains hit Lao Zeng, a few red lights flashed. Lao Zeng screamed twice, and it seemed that he still knew that it hurt. He couldn't stand up to me, and while scolding, he walked away stupidly.

He walked up to Lao Zhang and complained non-stop. Lao Zhang wanted to be more faced, and he kept standing far away, seeing that I was unwilling to be accommodating and helpless, he just reached into Lao Zeng's pocket and took back the hundred-yuan bills just now. I'm just saying, how can a poor ghost keep money, even if it's just paper money!

"Alas, there is a reason why this ghost is poor!" Liu Gong let out a long sigh in the back.

"Not really! When you are alive, you are lazy and unproductive, and when you are a ghost, you are also like this! Liu Po continued.

According to Liu Gong and Liu Po, the poor ghost Lao Zeng was from the same village as them during his lifetime, and he was famous for being lazy in the village. Originally, Lao Zeng's family was also a landlord family, with three big houses and paddy fields. But the inheritance that the three generations of his ancestors had worked so hard to save was passed on to his generation, but he was all defeated by him, and finally died on the street in poverty, becoming a real poor ghost. The villagers had no choice but to gather a straw mat, wrap him up and carry him to a mass grave to dig a pit and bury him, not even a gravestone and tombstone, not to mention that there would be descendants to burn paper money for him.

After the old couple finished speaking, they also got up to leave. As soon as I checked out, it was 1.3 trillion yuan. Liu Gong didn't bring the dark coin, threw me a bag of gold ingots, didn't ask to find the money, waved his hand and left.

Liu Gong and Liu Po are all dead and dead, and they are considered to be serious tomb ghosts, and they are not harmful. Their descendants are also very filial, burning paper money on time every year, and also burning gold ingots, silver dollars, paper people and paper horses. The old couple was just a well-off family before they died, but after their death, they became rich people, and for me, they are model customers.

"If every customer is like Liu Gong and Liu Po, how much more worry-free I am!" I muttered, using a small stick to pull the paper money and ingots in the cash register, and estimated the income for tonight. But I can't touch the things in the basket, because if I touch them, they will turn into paper ashes, and I won't be able to exchange them for RMB.

"Sheng'er, you must be generous! As the saying goes: the prime minister can hold the boat in his belly. You have to be kind and good with others, and don't be evil! Fan Xiucai finished eating the melon and walked over shaking his head with his rotten book.

"What am I going to do with a big belly, and I don't have children?" I knew what Fan Xiucai meant, but I just pretended not to understand, otherwise he would have to nag and slam off his book bag.

Fan Xiucai shook his head, knowing that it was useless to say more, so he took out the money to settle the bill. He usually treats me well, and his ghost products are also very good, and he is a regular customer again. I'm also in love, and I give him a discount every time. Fan Xiucai's paper money was a denomination of 100 million yuan, and he counted a few stacks and put them in my cashier basket and left.

Fan Xiucai looked ageless, but in fact, he had been dead for two hundred years, and he was considered a veteran figure in this mass grave. He is a ghost in the scientific field, when he was alive, he studied hard from childhood to the cold window, participated in the imperial examination seven times in his life, and always counted on the day when he could be named on the gold list and be admitted to the Jinshi. But he didn't even pass the exam until he died.

At that time, the imperial examination was an individual work, and the township examination alone was divided into three levels: the county examination, the government examination and the provincial examination, and each level basically had to be tested three times, each of which took three days. During these three days, in addition to answering the papers, candidates have to eat, drink and sleep in a small room of only one square meter. The seventh time, just when Fan Xiucai finished answering the last word on the paper, he finally died in the examination room due to exhaustion.

The ghosts of the science field do not harm people, but occasionally help people. According to Fan Xiucai's own words, after his death, he stayed in the department, and accompanied the students of the late Qing Dynasty to take the Bagu Wen exam dozens of times. Sometimes he was itching, so he occasionally helped the dozing candidates answer a piece of paper. It wasn't until the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the abolition of the imperial examination, and the appropriation of the scientific field for other purposes that Fan Xiucai drifted back to his tomb on his own, and has been here ever since.