Flavored candle shop

The head was placed on the buttocks, but the strong man still didn't recognize the situation. He struggled to maintain his head balance, and shouted in a hissed voice: "Who trades with money in the back street!!!"

Have money but spend your life!They are all barters, okay?

Hong Yao said: "Me."

Choked by Hong Yao's natural attitude, the brawny man waited for a few seconds before regaining his momentum, and said loudly: "There are rules in the back streets! We don't ask where the goods come from here, as long as the price is right. You can take the things away, but if the goods are not the right version, anyone in your stall can take them away!"

"You, you, you, a few broken incense candles, why sell them for a thousand?!"

Having said a lot, it’s just that the price is too expensive.

Hong Yao tapped the newly folded small yellow paper fan on the palm of her hand. She didn't intend to let the ghosts who had more minds than a sieve wish to exchange ghost coins for gold leaf: "If you really don't know why my incense candles are sold It’s so expensive, why are you so excited to buy it?”

Before he could answer, Hong Yao picked up a stack of rough coins from the ground, rubbed them lightly with his slender fingers, and the paper scraps flew all over the sky like snowflakes by the wind, and the next moment, the words wrapped in Hong Yao swept across the sky in an instant. The whole back street.

"I advise everyone, don't treat people as fools. After all, everyone's origins are the same."

Who is not a human being in life, and who is not a ghost after death...

Is he proud of an antique terracotta figurine who is one in a million? !Isn't it still selling incense candles and sewing shrouds every day?

Hong Yao crushed the paper into crumbs with one hand, and the ten miles of sound transmission completely shocked the ghosts and spirits who gathered following the fragrance.

Those who were hiding in the dark and ready to move slowly stopped, carefully hiding themselves into a deeper darkness.

Halfway through the burning of the three sticks of incense, many ghosts around were lured out of their original forms by the condensed and lingering fragrance.

Some were missing arms, some were missing legs, and there were some who died in a particularly miserable state and were already buried in their intestines to stuff their hearts and lungs into their chests and abdomens... The scene was extremely disgusting and brutal.Fortunately, there were no terrible changes in the bosses of their left and right booths, except that one had a short fluffy tail behind him, and the other became more shriveled, black and thin, almost blending into his gloomy wood.

"I... I'll buy two pairs..." After two hairy ears also popped out, the owner who sells tiles and sundries next door finally couldn't help it.

Hong Yao glanced at him and reminded, "This is a joss stick."

You, a weasel, are rebellious enough to come out and sell tiles. Why do you spend such a large price on incense? Isn't it fragrant when you exchange it for dozens of roast chickens?

The tile stall owner's black beans blinked and blinked, and his voice was as thin as a gnat: "This incense candle can fill the demon's stomach for a year, and with this, I can go without food for a year..." I paid a lot of money.

These little demons are not the same as ghosts. Ghosts can last a year as long as they enjoy a meal enshrined by descendants during the Qingming Festival, or go to Taoist temples for a few casual meals.And their monsters, especially those who cultivate human form from animals, although they don't need three meals a day, they still need one meal a day.

"...It's not easy to make money in today's society. It's very hard for a little monster without a diploma to eat and eat in a dignified manner. With this incense candle, I can spend more time and savings to realize my dream!"

When it comes to the word dream, the thin voice of this shy-looking weasel is much higher.

Hong Yao handed him two pairs of mandarin duck hot pots and Wangzai milk incense candles, and asked casually, "What is your dream?"

Weasel Black Doudou has bright eyes: "I want to be a writer!"

Hong Yao was taken aback, admiring this weasel who only had dreams.

Suddenly chatting about dreams with a stranger made Itachi shy, and Weasel shrank his ears belatedly: "...Can Weixin transfer the money?"

Hong Yao nodded, he is not an antique.

After the transaction was completed, Weasel happily sucked on his Wangzai milk wax.

The red medicine is a little boring. Although his incense candle stand is still the brightest in the whole back street, there are many little ghosts and demons around their necks drooling and watching, but I don’t know if they are shocked, or No money, no one came forward except the weasel next door.

"...I made a mistake. I didn't expect the ghosts here to be so poor." Hong Yao looked at Pei Ci with regret, "It seems that I really have to work overtime today."

Perhaps because of staying in the back street for a long time, the paleness on Pei Ci's face faded a little, and he gradually began to adapt to the cold atmosphere here. "It doesn't matter, it can always be sold."

A lot of ghost tongues are hungry... How long can I bear it?

"Yeah! It will be sold out soon!" After tasting the almost real sweet milk taste, Weasel has completely become a small fan of Hongyao brand incense candles. After looking around, he whispered, "I've seen quite a few ghosts with children running out of the street in a hurry... They must have gone to ask their children and grandchildren for money."

Hong Yao was not happy after hearing this. He took out three foldable small chairs from his all-purpose cloth bag, and greeted Pei Ci to sit down, like a retired old man fishing for goldfish by the river on weekends. Youyou said leisurely: "It will definitely be sold out, I just feel sorry for those who didn't sell in time."

Hong Yao was leaning on the back of the low chair with arms crossed, his two straight long legs raised up naturally, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, his natural peach blossom eyes became more and more charming: "After all, I only have so many incense candles in stock... …I don’t know what year and month it will be next time I come here to set up a stall.”

Onlookers: "!!!"

Why!Why do they suffer from having no money after they die! ?

Hong Yao ignored those ghosts looking at him pitifully, he reached out and tapped the corner of Weasel's booth with great interest: "What is that?"

A pile of black tiles and red bricks stained with gray and mud is piled up with a pile of neat and clean white, which is particularly eye-catching.

"That's my favorite book." The weasel shrugged its black and red nose, cherishingly put out a small piece of Wangzai's milk wax and put it into the big schoolbag at his feet. The fringed but still clean and well-preserved book was handed to Hong Yao, "I didn't intend to trade it... I just wanted to share it with everyone."

There are only two slightly thick volumes the size of an adult’s palm. It’s not so much a book as it is a magazine. It’s published by a small publishing house, printed at a low cost, and the ink is smeared. Small magazine on three table legs.

"Shangjing Story Club? I also have a lot of this book." As soon as Fang Chong said this, Hong Yao Pei Ci stared at him at the same time, "What...what's wrong?" Why are you looking at him like this?

"It's nothing." Hong Yao Pei Ci shook his head at the same time.

It's just that Fang Chong, a tall, strong and strong man, would actually like to read this kind of book on weekdays.

On the soft and colorful cover of the small magazine, it was printed in a bold font larger than the title of the book—"Choose once, sex for a lifetime, professional andrology, become a real man!" '

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a serious magazine.

Fang Chong understood the complexity in the eyes of his two bosses, and quickly proved his innocence: "I'm not! I don't! This is a very ordinary and normal novel magazine! There are serials and short stories, and there are many ghost stories!"

Although he doesn't like reading, he doesn't remember who said that people should read a little regularly.He thought it was right, but after picking and choosing, this kind of novelty-hunting magazine full of fantasy and absurdity would not hypnotize him.

Hong Yao was aroused, but he didn't expect that he just opened it casually and looked in.Even those ghosts who had prepared themselves mentally and lined up to buy joss sticks with banknotes were the deals that Pei Ci and Fang Chong had the guts to make.

More than half of the incense candles on the stall were gone, and the magazine in Hong Yao's hand was turned to the last page. He returned the magazine to the weasel, his eyes sparkling and his tone said flatly: "One more."

Having set up a stall in the back street for several years, these books have been piled up for several years. The weasel who succeeded for the first time in "Good Book Sharing" was very excited. While handing the book to Hong Yao, he asked coyly: "You... …Which of the stories do you think looks the most interesting?”

Hong Yao remembered that in the book she had just read, there was a short story about a weasel begging for a seal and repaying a favor with less than [-] characters. The protagonist is also very likable, very different from the traditional image of a weasel in folklore."

As soon as Hong Yao finished speaking, the black eyes of the atypical weasel in front of him suddenly lit up, and the few long beards that hadn't been retracted trembled on his fair face, as if he was trying to suppress something. .After a long while, he looked around to make sure that there was no ghost approaching, then covered the book, raised his finger and tapped a few words on the page.

"this is my name."

Yellow book?It fits his dream quite well.

Hong Yao asked him: "What do you tell me your name?"

In a place like backstreet where ghosts gather, exchanging names is not a good habit.

Huang Shushu pinched the little black paw, shaking his beard with excitement on his face: "I wrote the story of Huang Jing's Repayment! You...you are my confidant!"

Red Medicine: "..."

This weasel may not be the first time seeing readers.

"Do you have any other works?" Hong Yao felt a little guilty. He just said casually just now, but he actually liked another story about a puppet becoming a spirit in his heart.

Huang Shushu's expression darkened a bit, with a bitter expression: "...Only this one, this is the first story I've been hired by the magazine, but...but it will never be the last!"

Ambitious!Hong Yao grabbed a handful of incense candles from the stall and stuffed them into Huang Shushu's claws: "Come on! I'm optimistic about you!"

As a spirit and monster, he should support the lofty dream of the young demon!

Huang Shushuzhu held the incense candle and was moved to tears. He wiped the corners of his eyes, gritted his teeth and said tremblingly, "I...I will work hard!"

Woohoo, is this what it feels like to be pampered by readers?It's too beautiful!

After encouraging young aspiring demons, Hong Yao was about to continue wandering in the love and hatred in the book, but suddenly found a huge cold air approaching at a high speed. When he raised his head, he met a pair of scarlet giants like red lanterns. Eye.

"How do you sell this incense candle?" The majestic and deep voice came from the black mist with big scarlet eyes, and the ghosts around bowed down after only one meeting.

Hong Yao got up, and stood in front of Pei Ci who was suddenly pale because of the huge Yin Qi attack.

Before he could speak in the future, he was silent for a long time in front of the booth. The head of the strong man who was trying to pretend to be a lucky decoration suddenly rolled off his buttocks, and shouted at the top of his voice: "My lord! These living people sell high-priced incense candles for money." A huge amount of RMB maliciously disrupts the backstreet market—”

In the next second, all the ghosts in the back street saw a howling light flashed across their perennially dark and gloomy sky-the head of the strong man who was complaining about crime was shoveled off by the red medicine.

Hong Yao: Well, remember, it’s not enough to twist your head in this situation, you have to gag your mouth next time.