This year's Zhongyuan Ghost Festival came a little late. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In previous years, it was almost the end of August in the solar calendar at the latest, but it happened to be a leap of two months this year, and this dragged on for two months, and Halloween actually rarely met the eleventh holiday, and many people simply patronized to think about the holiday, and they didn't remember this kind of thing at all. Otherwise, the middle-aged male customer in Tang Ji's shop would not have rushed here in a hurry.

Middle-aged men are also too incomprehensible.

Just two bundles of paper and some mess, he bought at the grocery store last year, a bundle of ten yuan, incense is two yuan a handful. Of course, there are expensive ones, but the most expensive paper is only a few dozen dollars...... If Tang Ji offered three or two hundred, he would immediately turn around and leave-he must be a trick!

But he quoted tens of thousands, and the guest also saw that the two of them paid a lot of money, and the curiosity in his heart was so curious that he couldn't move his heart with a hundred claws.

Get!

Tang Ji stroked his forehead, this one is a more serious person.

Usually there are occasional individual customers who come, and when he opens his mouth to quote people, he thinks that he will leave at most, and it is a big deal to spread his black heart, anyway, the business does not do it to them, it doesn't matter.

But today, it happened that in the middle of the year, people like them are not easy to avoid when they encounter this kind of festival, so the store is full of people, and it is a rare good business.

Then he ran into a shaft, and he didn't ask if he didn't want to leave, but he thought about it, and explained directly: "Look, my store only accepts old customers, why? Regardless of whether you worship at the cemetery or at the crossroads, the most you can do is burn paper money. There are filial piety, those who are willing to pay, and then buy some villas, cigarettes and alcohol, boys and girls, cars, mobile phones, or other paper molds, right?"

The middle-aged man listened attentively, nodded again and again, and said in his heart: This boss seems to understand!

But no, his father-in-law has been mourned for less than three years, and his wife always dreams of him during the New Year's holidays, and she feels guilty and panicked, feeling wronged underneath...... In the past few years, they have burned a lot on the first day of October in the Qingming Dynasty every year, and they have to get one or two thousand yuan every year.

Tang Ji knew from looking at him that he had been an old businessman for many years, and when he explained it at this time, it was like a monk pointing out a lost lamb, and his heart was full of pride!

At this time, he talked about sex, simply pulled the guest aside, and then ignored his guy's sweaty fatigue behind him: "Then tell me, you have spent the money, and all the people you can send over have been burned, do you think he is satisfied with the person you want to send?"

"This ......"

The middle-aged man is stuck, everyone has passed away, burning things is just a mind in his opinion, and if he is not satisfied, how does he know, anyway, his father-in-law was not very satisfied with him when he was alive, even if he burned it for thousands of dollars, he may not be satisfied......

As far as he knew, his wife always dreamed of her father-in-law, and she didn't mention him a word, anyway, she kept getting angry, just like before she was alive.

Tang Ji looked at his face and shook his head: "Yes, I don't need to ask, I know, you must think that this is a custom, although you have to do it, but it is essentially useless, right, right!"

"I'm telling you, it's a big mistake! As for the yellow paper that you people usually buy, you don't accept the money, you just burn it to the underworld, it's still paper, it's useless!"

Tang Ji pointed to the busy guy behind him: "See, the selected yellow paper must be exposed to the sun on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, and the yang energy is at its peak, except for the person who receives it, other ghosts can't touch it, so it can reach him." ”

Then find a young man who is full of vigor, and then put the money on it, and use a coin, or a copper plate. Because there is a gas of gold on it, the real and fake currency of the underworld pigtail depends on this. Now someone is lazy and takes Grandpa Zhang Mao to compare it twice...... The money in the underworld is not so easy to take, and the exchange rate between paper money and underworld currency is so pitted, it is almost the same as Zimbabwe, and it is rare......"

The voice of the last sentence was thin and small, and only He Qing heard it alone, and he couldn't help laughing.

“…… Chengqian, also called subscribing money, is the popularity of the world, so that the paper money can be used normally in the underworld, otherwise how good is a bundle of yellow paper for ten yuan, why don't they buy that. ”

"And this," Boss Tang took out the incense burner He Qing took just now: "This girl is very capable! See, guide the candle! Tonight, a hundred ghosts walk at night, some ghosts accidentally get separated, can't find the way, guide the candle a little, he sees the light, he can go back, and save the trouble from staying here." I won't give it to you even if you buy it, because most people can't order it. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the dim yellow ordinary candle, and then looked at He Qing, who looked like a smiling student next to him, and was stunned by what Tang Ji said.

While talking, someone checked out one after another, and the middle-aged man watched from the side, basically everyone was four or five figures, and he couldn't help but move.

Seeing this, Tang Ji immediately braked the brakes: - Oops!

Sure enough, the man looked left and right twice, and then said to him, "That'...... Boss, why don't I try both?"

Most of the people who can live in the imperial capital are not short of money, especially if they live near the university town.

Middle-aged men also think about it, although just these things are more expensive, but so many people buy them, so they don't ask so much for them to earn this money! He goes back and forth every day, although he has never come in, but at least he knows that he has been open for more than ten or twenty years, and he can't really pay attention to it.

The Chinese nation is inherited here, and no matter how much it believes in science, it has to admit that there are some things that cannot be explained by science.

Hearing Tang Ji say this at this time, he was really moved.

"What are the two bundles? ”

Tang Ji made a bitter face: He is not willing to do this business!

One is that ordinary people don't understand the Tao here, and if he is useful, he should be useless, and the second is that at this age, there are wives and children at home, and they can't buy it today, so they have to come back in the afternoon, and they don't have enough strength to toss.

He pointed to the two shelves in front of him: "I'm really sorry, I only sell these things to old customers." If you really want to buy something in my store, do you see the two shelves in front, the four treasures of the study, and all the things that can be used in the study. You pick a little, and that's what you're going to do. ”

People are cheap, if Tang Ji had a sales pitch just now, middle-aged men might not be willing to buy it. But at this time, he has to sell it, and people will fight him!

After going back and forth for half an hour, Tang Ji reluctantly sold him two bundles of medium yellow table paper, and asked the guy to book the money, so he didn't send the person away very happily...... (To be continued.) )