On June 23, the year of Gengzi, when the sun rose in the east and the glow covered the earth, the fog shrouded in the ghost market dissipated, and the true face of the ghost market was revealed to the world again.

Where the ghost market is located, it was originally a piece of farmland, and when the market opened at night, it was just a random stall, and it was good to withdraw in time for dawn. The Gooni Market is shrouded in fog and attracts a large number of visitors from other places because of its mysterious name.

For the sake of business convenience, when the fog cleared, the local residents took advantage of the daytime to build a street and enter the houses as soon as the water entered. As more and more people come here to do business, just renting out the shops is a lot of money. But even with real estate, the rule that ghost markets only open at night hasn't changed at all. At the entrance of the street, there is also a memorial arch, which is written on Tianbao Street.

The woman in green naturally contacted people early, and when the fog cleared, she settled in her shop with the so-called goods. The shop had not been opened for a long time, but there was little dust in the house, as if there were still people living here yesterday.

According to the customs of the hometown, the house has not been inhabited for a long time, and the yin qi accumulates, so before settling in, you should find more relatives and friends to gather at home, condense the yang qi, and then you can live in it on the second day.

is the children of the rivers and lakes, and they should think more about going out, but they can't spoil their luck for the sake of temporary convenience. This is what the master once told himself, and he thought it was true. Although there seems to be no shortage of people in this house, it is better to take a break and return to the painting.

At night, there is no plaque hanging in front of the shop on the street, just a kerosene lamp, which has nothing to do with the wealth of the shopkeeper, but the rules here are like this.

The woman in green naturally opened the door and started trading. Ghost market, ghost market, can't be sold loudly, there is no notice, if you want to know what the goods are in the store, you can only enter the store to see. As for whether the shop is open, it all depends on whether there is a kerosene lamp lit in front of the store.

The streets are crowded with people, and most of the first night are young people who come here to increase their knowledge, although there is no shortage of silver in their pockets, but they rarely shop. If you really want to sell something, you'll have to wait another two days.

The woman in green was bored with her hands on her face, originally thinking that opening a store would be a novel experience, but in fact, because no customers had come to her door since the door opened, the woman was full of anticipation at the beginning and became extremely boring later. Before coming in, I naturally did enough strategies, and everyone was like this in the early days, but the truth was understood, and I was still inevitably disappointed in my heart.

Finally, the first customer came to the door, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a middle-aged man in a monk's robe, although he already had gray hair between his temples, but it was difficult to hide his elegance. During the walk, the waist board is straight, revealing a sense of righteousness.

"I don't know what the store does for a living?" The man's voice was warm, which matched the temperament exuded by his body.

"The shopkeeper sells fake paintings, and there are also some gadgets like paint brushes, I wonder if the layman needs it?" said the woman in green, tucking aside the broken hair on her forehead and facing the middle-aged man. If a real man is like a pot of wine, as long as his face is not bad, the older he gets, the more mellow he is stored by the years.

"The store is so honest, and bluntly said that the pictures sold are all imitations, which makes Zai Xia a little surprised. The man smiled on his face, which made the woman in green feel moved.

"In this Zhu Mingbao ghost market, if we and other shops known for their integrity don't say a word, wouldn't this street be full of ghosts?"

The man nodded slightly, "This is reasonable, even if you are engaged in business, you must put faith first." I set up a shop next door, selling some rouge gouache, and when I saw the girl like this, I really found that there was a fragrance that matched the girl very well. As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a small porcelain vase from his sleeve.

The woman in green was full of black lines, and secretly complained in her heart: I originally thought it was a customer who came to the door, but I didn't expect it to be a door-to-door promotion, this small porcelain bottle looks like a free trial?

With a smile on his face, the man began to introduce his own goods to the woman in green. "This fragrance is called Tiancheng, made of begonia flowers, the fragrance does not like heavy color, only praises the quality of nature. When we met today, I gave this thing to the girl. ”

Sure enough, I am really tired of this kind of sales method, but how can I not take advantage of the cheapness of sending it to the door? The woman in green reached out and took the small porcelain vase, bowed down and thanked her.

"If the girl is free, she can come to my little shop. ”

"That's it. ”

After a few more pleasantries, the man turned to leave, and the woman in green put the small porcelain bottle in her hand into the sleeve cage.

This man was a little weird, clearly wearing a monk's robe, but he still couldn't give up worldly things, and even started trading. In this way, I really don't know when I will be able to take refuge in Buddhism.

I'm really asking Hanako to fight more, and I'm worried about it. Other people's business, what does this girl have to do, now she has a heavy treasure, and it is right to be cautious.

The second customer came to the door, a young man with a long box. Originally, it was impossible to see people by relying only on kerosene lamps to see people, but this one was still dressed in black and had a black face.

"Dare to ask the store if it is in the painting and calligraphy business?"

It doesn't matter what your face is, if you have money in your pocket, you are a good guest. "If a customer buys a painting and comes to the right place, no matter which famous artist's painting is, as long as the customer can name it, we can find it. ”

The man pondered for a while, "It's all fake?" and the name on it can be found, and the words are a little bigger, the real thing is hard to find, and it is all fake.

"Yes, but although the guests can rest assured, it is a fake, and it is difficult for anyone to check the authenticity. ”

The man in black was speechless for a while, even though he had seen a lot, he had never seen such a deal. bluntly said that their own pictures are all fakes, and can't they seek more benefits by making them false?

was interrupted by this shop, and almost forgot the purpose of his trip, "There is a picture of a scholar in a green shirt here in the store, and the scholar is equipped with two ring knives at his waist." ”

Although the guest's request was strange, the woman in green took out a picture scroll and handed it to the man. Along the way, the people I met along the way were drawn on drawing paper.

"Dare to ask the store how much this painting is worth?"

"Two taels of silver. ”

The man didn't ink, he looked at the scroll, and after confirming that it was what he wanted, he directly took out the silver taels and handed them to the shopkeeper, and then turned around and left.

His own small shop finally had its first income, although the income was not high, far less than the treasure house of the various sects, but it was not stealing or robbing to earn back. Some things are not out of their hearts, but they are forced to do it out of desperation, and it is inevitable that they will not be mindful in their hearts.

It's just that Lin Mu, who was far away in Shuntian City, didn't know that he was sold by this female thief again for two taels of silver.

After that, a few more people entered the store, but there were no more scrolls sold, and people came to see the goods, knew that they were fakes, inquired about the price, and left.

Compared with the desertion of the calligraphy and painting shop, the business of the shop next door can be described as very prosperous.

Since it appeared a few years ago in the name of the fairy in the flower, it has quickly become the favorite of wealthy ladies, young ladies and chivalrous ladies of all factions. The number of fragrances on the market is very small, and it is rare to see it in leisure, and if anyone gets a bottle, it is a very face-saving thing in front of many sisters.

I didn't expect the fragrance to be sold here, but the rule of limiting one bottle per person is a bit annoying, but fortunately, the store is still a middle-aged man who is warm and polite and personable. Both are rare and beautiful scenery, so a long queue soon formed in front of the shop next door. There are more people, so the more people.

provoked the woman in green and couldn't help but secretly guess that this unscrupulous profiteer had asked to line up in front of his house to attract so many people.

On the first night of Zhu Mingmingbao's ghost market, the woman in green made a net profit of two taels of silver, and the shop next door made a lot of money.