Wang Lao Liu came to the town early in the morning, went around, and went straight to a large-scale shroud shop in the town.

As soon as the sky dawned, most of the shops had not yet opened, but the shroud shop had already begun to open. The owner was a slender man in his forties, and at the moment, he was sitting leisurely in front of the store.

On a small square table, less than half a meter high, there is a pot of tea, a pack of cigarettes, and a radio. The shopkeeper squinted, leaned back in a rattan chair, and listened to the news with a cup of tea.

Wang Lao Liu walked up to him and coughed lightly, which frightened the shopkeeper and spilled the tea in his hand.

Hearing Wang Laoliu's sad face, the shopkeeper immediately put aside the displeasure in his heart and asked with a smile: "Uncle, has someone in the family passed away?" Wreaths, incense candles, paper figurines or something, our store has everything at a fair price. ”

Wang Lao Liu took a sip and said angrily: "Your family has just died!" Really, early in the morning, I heard such bad words! ”

The shopkeeper's face sank, and he said with some annoyance: "Didn't you see that this is a shroud shop?" There are no dead people in the house, what are you doing here with me? Early in the morning, it scared me away, and it was really disappointing. ”

Wang Lao Liu also said angrily: "The surrounding stores are not open, and you are alone on this street, I originally planned to ask you when Sun Banxian, the store next door to you, will open for business." I didn't expect to meet you and say bad things. ”

The shopkeeper was even more annoyed and scolded Wang Lao Liu. scolded a few words, but I didn't see any movement from Wang Laoliu, and the shopkeeper was also stunned. He followed Wang Laoliu's eyes, and saw Wang Laoliu's eyes staring directly at the paper figure he placed at the door of the store.

The shopkeeper was curious, frowned, and said, "You old man, there are no dead people at home, why are you looking at this paper man?" ”

Wang Lao Liu seemed to be deaf to it, still staring at the paper man. After a while, he suddenly turned to the shopkeeper and asked, "Shopkeeper, what's the name of this paper figure?" ”

The shopkeeper said angrily: "This is not a vegetable market, since you don't buy it, why ask?" ”

Wang Lao Liu said in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, I came to Sun Banxian today to tell my fortune because my wife and I have been having nightmares. It's very strange, why is the person I saw in my dream so similar to you, a paper man? ”

The shopkeeper's eyes rolled, his tone softened, and he squeezed out a smile and said, "This paper man, without any name, is just a housekeeper of the paper tie." Nowadays, people pay attention to enjoyment, and even if they die, their families hope that they can enjoy the glory and wealth in the underworld. Therefore, people who do white things will buy paper houses, paper cars, etc. for the deceased, and those who are particular about it will buy this kind of paper housekeeper, and some even buy paper ladies to burn for the deceased! ”

Wang Lao Liu was surprised: "Are all of your paper butlers like this?" Long braids, melon skin hats, horse jackets? ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "Yes, how can there be any housekeeper now?" Therefore, they all pierced according to the typical housekeeper image in the late Qing Dynasty. ”

Wang Lao Liu sighed and said, "Shopkeeper, I'm so poor, why do I need a housekeeper?" But why, do I often dream of this butler-like man, saying that I am in his house? Obviously, I'm in my own home. ”

The shopkeeper's eyes rolled a few times, and he had an idea in his heart, and he said with a smile: "Yes, uncle, no wonder you came to me early in the morning, it turned out that it was really fate." ”

Old man Wang asked puzzledly, "What nonsense are you talking about?" I don't want to have anything to do with this! ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Uncle, Sun Banxian went to the countryside yesterday, and he won't come for a while." I'm next to him, and I often discuss with him, not to mention that I run a shroud shop, in this regard, it's not me to brag, I can also be worth a half-immortal. What dreams did you have and why did you dream of this butler? You talk to me, I'll give you the answer, I don't charge a penny! ”

Wang Lao Liu said with joy: "Really? You really understand? That's great. Don't fool me, you won't take my money. ”

After getting an affirmative reply from the shopkeeper, Wang Lao Liu told what he had dreamed of.

The shopkeeper enthusiastically took a small bench, invited Wang Lao Liu to sit down, and poured him a small cup of tea. He pondered for a while, and said with a happy face: "Congratulations, uncle, this is a dream of great wealth and wealth." It seems that you have really chosen the right feng shui for this house. If you dream of a housekeeper, it means that you are about to make a fortune and need someone to take care of it. ”

When Wang Laoliu heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. The shopkeeper peeked at it, secretly happy in his heart, and continued to flicker: "Uncle, although the dream is a good dream, it is a pity that the time is not ripe. This is a hint from God, if you seize the opportunity, the rich Ding Wang will be from now on. ”

Old man Wang was already happy in his heart at this time, and he hurriedly asked: "Shopkeeper, don't sell it, hurry up and guide me." ”

Only then did the shopkeeper say seriously: "You chose a good feng shui place and built a house, which should have been rich and expensive." The appearance of a butler in your dream means that there is about to be someone to help your family prosper. Unfortunately, you may be too stingy to occupy a prosperous land and not be able to make a fortune. The presence of the butler in your dream is a hint that you must burn something more for the person who blesses you in the dark. ”

Wang Lao Liu was happy at first, and then frowned and said, "Shopkeeper, aren't you blinded by me?" I'm fine, burn some incense, candles, paper money, isn't this asking for bad luck? ”

The shopkeeper said disdainfully: "Uncle, I said earlier, I will give you a dream come true, and I won't charge you a penny." If you say so, I will not sell you anything in this shop, lest you think that I have received your money. ”

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he pretended to be displeased and stood up, deliberately hiding the paper butler behind the counter of the shop.

Wang Lao Liu was anxious, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, don't be angry, I'm just talking casually." This paper housekeeper, I bought it, and then prepared a pair of incense candles and paper money for me. ”

The shopkeeper deliberately pretended to be angry and refused to sell, and under Wang Laoliu's constant kind words, he said slowly: "Okay, for the sake of the old man's sincerity, I will sell this paper housekeeper to you." Today is also our fate, this paper housekeeper was originally sold for more than 100 yuan, uncle, you sincerely want it, I will sell it to you at half price. Add a pair of incense candles and paper money, and you can give a hundred cents. ”

Wang Lao Liu shuddered when he heard it, and he was really reluctant to give up that money, and his heart ached.

The shopkeeper observed his words and said deliberately: "Uncle, if you don't believe it, you can think about buying it later." Yesterday, Xiao Wang Murakami died a person, and I called last night, and I wanted to order a batch of goods, so this paper housekeeper will give them first. I'll stick one for a few days, and you'll come back next week. ”

When Wang Laoliu heard this, he hurriedly said, "Shopkeeper, sell this paper housekeeper to me first." Otherwise, I will be haunted by that nightmare all the time, and this day will not be comfortable. ”

Wang Laoliu trembled and took out a crumpled hundred-yuan bill from his coat pocket, stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand, for fear that the shopkeeper would regret it, picked up a pair of incense candles and paper money on the counter, and then put the paper butler on his shoulder, and ran out of the shroud shop without looking back.

Behind him, there was the disdainful sneer of the shroud shop owner.