This old man's home is not an ordinary place, it is a paper shop doing business in the underworld, Cheng Xuesong had noticed the three big vermilion characters on the signboard before entering the store with the vertical door panel: Little Hongbao.

The old man's eyes were sharp, and when he saw that Cheng Xuesong's shirt was cut by a tree branch, he knocked on the door and sent a change of clothes.

"This is what that kid in my family left before he became a soldier, you can see if it's suitable." The old man smiled softly and put his clothes on the sewing machine by the door.

"Old man......" Cheng Xuesong just opened his mouth to say something, but he paused, and swallowed the words back along with his saliva

"If you have something, just say it." The old man was stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth with a smile, so that he could dispel his worries, if there is anything to say, there is nothing that cannot be answered.

Seeing this, Cheng Xuesong stopped hesitating, walked outside the door and was three feet away from the old man, and asked him if this shop had only been opened in the past few years.

In fact, he didn't mean anything else when he asked this sentence, if he had pushed it forward for a few years, this kind of shop that did Yin Si business would have been smashed clean a long time ago, after all, "Defeat all cows, ghosts, snakes and gods" is the most comfortable sentence in the grassroots team, if this old man does this business in that limelight, he will lose all his family funds and have to be dragged to criticize.

The old man touched his gray beard and shook his head and said, "This place is different from other places, my paper shop has been open since the fifties, no one dares to rob or smash it, and there will be no political problems." ”

As soon as he said this, Cheng Xuesong became interested, this old man looks skinny, his waist is straight, and he is at most more than one meter and six feet tall, he has this ability?

The old man's eyes were sharp, and when he saw that Cheng Xuesong was a little unconvinced, he was interested, and invited him to sit down on the table of the Eight Immortals in the back room, set up a coal lamp, poured two cups of burning knives, and some peanuts with shells, which was to tell him a story about his youth.

This old man with a lock of small beard surnamed Ge, is not a native of Qimen Jinpai people, in his thirties before moving back to the gold brand from Ganzhou, when he was in his thirties, he returned to his ancestral hometown to avoid drought, as the saying goes, he does not die of hunger by handicraft, he has been following the masters of "Big Hongbao" since he was a child to learn the craft of paper making, so he opened a paper shop called "Little Hongbao" here.

Lao Gezi not only learned the best paper-making skills in Dahongbao, but also joined the boss as a son-in-law and added a man. After the master's funeral, there was a drought again, so that he came to Jinzipai to avoid the disaster, and bought a piece of land with a few pieces of silver in hand, and built a two-story small building on the street with waterboard bricks, which was enough to live and do business at home. The location he chose was directly opposite a large road at the entrance of the golden plaque. Mr. Feng Shui also specially invited Mr. Feng Shui to use the compass to play a good luck, Mr. Feng Shui said that although there are some road brakes on the road, the gentle slope of the road is as long as ingots, so there is also a fortune. Because the pros outweigh the disadvantages, after weighing it repeatedly, Lao Gezi still decided to "crackle" the firecrackers here - opened.

The things in the newly opened shop are naturally more delicate, such as paper-tied cows and horses, sedan chair girls, cigarette pouches, smoking guns, teapots, cups, boxes, cabinets, and house lanterns, gold and silver ingots...... It took a lifetime of effort to tie them up and furnish them in a decent way. At this time, it coincides with the coming of the Futian Midyear Festival, that is, "July and a half", and the black smoke and miasma on the street are all burning paper, so things are sold quickly.

The day before the Midyear Festival, it was just after midnight when Lao Gezi rushed to catch the goods, and there was no one on the road. He wore a pair of glasses and squinted (an eye ailment that had fallen for many years) and pasted the paper with paste. Suddenly, a gust of wind lifted the colorful paper on the table, and he hurriedly pressed it with a ruler and scissors, but the wind suddenly became stronger again, and the scissors and paper were overturned and blown all over the ground.

The wind showed no sign of abating, but became more and more arrogant, and it actually blew the chandelier above his head to sway, and the tiles on the eaves "crackled" to the ground, startling him. Just as he was picking up the paper that had fallen to the ground, the glasses he was wearing fell to the ground. Finally touched the glasses underground, put them on and wanted to continue working, but another gust of wind blew, and the "Bang La" was all overturned, he shuddered and scolded in his heart, "Heh, the demon wind is coming!" ”

Just as he was muttering, there was a faint sound of people shouting and running on the road, and Lao Gezi could no longer sit still, he walked to the back of the door and looked out, only to see a ghost with a grinning face rushing down from the gentle slope!

When he just put the door upside down, there was a sound of "ping pong" knocking on the door behind the door, and at the same time a hoarse voice floated in from outside: "Take the money!" Get the money! ”

There was a knock and a shout. Frightened, Lao Gezi didn't dare to answer the door and ran upstairs to hide, his wife and son were still asleep and snoring loudly. Lao Gezi trembled and quickly moved the paper and tied the gold ingot, threw it down to the window, immediately closed the window, and muttered, "The god who passes by receives the money!" Take the money, raise your noble hand, go to another house, go to another house! ”

At this time, the wind gradually weakened, and the shouting stopped, and it took a long time for Lao Gezi to come back to his senses, and gently opened a little window and door to look out. He searched for Suo Suo until daylight, and his wife, who was born with some crippled legs and feet, limped up to him and asked him what had happened, and he confided in the middle of the night.

When I opened the door early in the morning, all the paper bundles thrown at the door were gone!

"What the hell!" He screamed with a slap on the head.

In addition to the paper items thrown from the upper floor, along with many of the paper objects in the store, he knew that he had encountered a debt collector, so he rushed out a pile of paper bundles and burned them in front of the door. He clasped his palms together and muttered, "The heavenly spirit is spiritual, the earth is spiritual, and the passing god receives gold ingots, blesses the Ge family with safety, and burns disaster money every year." The neighbors thought that he was filial to his ancestors, and they all praised him for his piety and filial piety.

Later, several old people told the reason why Lao Gezi was killed by ghosts and robbed the disaster: the road facing Lao Gezidian went up a section, which was the place where he was killed during the Manchu Dynasty - Weifu. Today, it is the seventh and a half months of those dead ghosts to collect debts. There is a way, every year at the winter solstice time of the Qingming Ghost Festival, a pile of paper money is burned to send the passers-by, those who have no money, and the souls who have died to death surpass them!

Don't say it, Lao Gezi is conscientious and stupid and will burn paper on the winter solstice of the Qingming Ghost Festival, so that not only the family is safe but also the business is prosperous all year round.

So, the young children on the street made up and sang:

The wind is coming, the rain is coming, and the hungry ghosts of the seventh and a half months are robbing the disaster.

The drum is knocking, and the old Gezi's shop is knocking.

The door is knocking, and the old Gezi is not distressed when he spends money.

Since then, Lao Gezi has not only had a prosperous business and a lot of money, but people from all over the country have known that he is a dutiful son, so everyone is unwilling to make things difficult for him when something happens, and even this "little red treasure" can survive in that year.