technical type

The indispensable decoration in the hall is the altar, including the censer on the altar. The censer is not always lit, and you can see the smoke curling up at about one or two hours during the day. At that time, in front of the censer, it is necessary to place There are stacks of paper money, and sometimes, the altar will be filled, much like papyrus.

The paper used to make paper money is straw paper, the kind of paper where you can see some unmelted fibers when you look closely. It is the cheapest paper. It doesn't even have white, but a gray grass color.

A copper seal will be printed on it in the shape of individual coins. Because they are all printed together with a stack of paper, the top layer of paper money can be removed completely, and the bottom one may be blurred and have a trace. It does not need to be removed and placed separately.

When burning such paper money, you don’t have to take it off, just burn it pile by pile, and make up a large amount to fill it up. If you have the heart, you will add some gold and silver ingots, and the paper will be much better.

Similarly, folding gold and silver ingots takes more time and effort. Qin Jiuyin does not do this business. Even paper money is needed for shady tricks, so he simply makes it himself. Occasionally, if someone is in a hurry to use paper money, they will come Buy some here, so that you can always have paper money at home.

When Ji Mo made the paper money, he always had to take out three or five pieces of paper money in a stack. For this reason, he had to use extra force when printing, or reduce the thickness, and make a few layers thinner, so that he could pick it up casually after printing. Shake a stack of paper twice, and a few pieces of paper money can float out.

He had never thought of such a simple method of making paper money before. Looking at the copper seal, he had been brainstorming for a long time. He lacked tools and couldn't make any modifications, so he could only think about these places. It's not easy for Qin Jiuyin to see it.

"Brother, let me clean this up!"

Seeing that Ji Mo was about to take down the paper money on the altar, Jing Jing hurried forward to help, rarely when she was so active, Ji Mo looked at her in surprise, Jing Jing was seen hastily bowed her head, afraid that people would see her The face showed a strange color.

"It's fine for me to come for such trivial matters. Isn't Junior Sister still cooking?"

Ji Mo intentionally sends An Jing away.

Hearing the words quietly, standing silently, moving the toes in place, that is, not moving the place.

"Junior Sister, but you don't want to cook?"

Ji Mo asked directly, thinking that if he cooked every day, he might get bored, or, "But there are other things?"

I usually don't like to talk when I'm quiet, but now I suddenly take the initiative to talk to myself, and...

"It's nothing, I'll pack up the paper money first and then cook, so I don't need to bother you."

As Jing Jing said, she hurried to get the paper money. The piles of paper were all folded, so the loose paper money inside would not easily float out, and it was extremely easy to tidy up.

This is not a job that requires two people.

Seeing that she was so active that she wanted to snatch what was in her hands, Ji Mo couldn't argue with her anymore, so he gave in and let her clean it up. He was about to go back to the house, and when he thought of something, he wanted to give some more advice when he turned around. Jian Anjing was reaching into the folded papers, pulling off the unbreakable paper money and stuffing it into his arms.Her movements are dexterous, without tearing the paper at all, it can be seen that she is already extremely proficient.

Ji Mo was surprised, he didn't make a sound, and was about to pretend he didn't see it when he turned his head away, when An Jing raised his head and looked at him vigilantly, his eyes met, An Jing froze, with his hands still in place. In the paper, not taken out.

"Nothing, I didn't see anything."

As Ji Mo promised, he turned his head and walked into the house, stepping harder on purpose, as if to reassure An Jing.

Quiet's lips moved, and he didn't say anything. When he picked up a stack of papers again, he still repeated the action of quickly removing the paper money and hiding it in his arms.

The straw paper was soft, and her movements were brisk, but she didn't make much noise. If Ji Mo didn't turn around and saw it suddenly, she probably wouldn't have realized anything.

After dinner, Qin Jiuyin went to rest by herself, she was the one who went to bed early every day, once the door was closed, she ignored everything outside.

In the middle of the night, Ji Mo walked out of the room. When passing by the hall, he glanced at the curtain hanging in the corner of the hall. Behind the curtain was a quiet little bed, separated by the curtain, acting as a door, so that he would not see her again when he came and went. Sleeping on all fours.

Feeling guilty, Ji Mo did not give up his room, but offered such an idea, as compensation, he took the initiative to help Jing Jing make a small bed, so that she could sleep peacefully in the hall at night, but during the day, the curtains were removed, The small bed was lifted up against the wall, and there was no real place to stand. Even the bedding had to be stuffed under the altar, so as not to block the eyes.

Although the small bed can be folded with its own mechanism, it is not always "ladies first" in this matter, Ji Mo always feels that his senior brother is being stingy and has no humility at all.

He seldom went out of the room at night because he was afraid that he would feel uneasy when he saw the curtain.

Amitabha, in the end, he has not cultivated to become a true Buddha, and he is unwilling to let go of the trivial benefits.

His eyes faltered for a moment, and he didn't look closely at the curtain, Ji Mo just dodged and quietly went out the door.

After going out the door, his steps became bigger, and he was not so careful about his voice. After he walked quickly to a small soil slope, Ji Mo exhaled softly, took out the things he had prepared from his bosom, a stick of incense, and Some paper money, and some tributes such as wild fruits.

Draw a circle on the ground with bare hands, make a space, light the incense first, wrap it around and insert it in the middle, then light the paper money, put it in the circle and burn it, when the paper ashes fly up, I say my sister's name , and at the same time concentrate on that line of yin.

After falling asleep in the middle of the night, he discussed with his sister how to give the tribute, and it was considered that the recipient was designated, and it would definitely be delivered.

Put a few wild fruits in the circle and burn them in the paper ashes, so that they can be sent to my sister together.

As for the effect, I will go back to sleep in the middle of the night and watch it again.

If this method does not work, you can try other things in the future. There will always be feedback, and you are not afraid of failure.

Ji Mo used his body to block the wind, and stretched out his not-so-big sleeves as much as possible to keep the fire alive. From time to time, he put in one or two pieces of paper money. There are a lot of paper money, but not necessarily all of them. When making it, he took out and folded it Yes, it’s fine if you can’t see the clues on the surface.

Even if Qin Jiuyin really checks it, he is not afraid. If you put more force on the printing, the paper money will completely cut off the connection with the paper.

As long as there is no one-to-one correspondence, who cares how many pieces of paper money there should be on that piece of paper?

Like a thief, while talking about letting her sister take over, she was nervous that the fire here would not be discovered. It would be bad if Qin Jiuyin found out that he had withheld paper money, but, with Qin Jiuyin's temper, she couldn't Provide them with these paper money to pay homage to their loved ones.

Even if it was related to yin fate, Qin Jiuyin was not so generous.

Ji Mo tried it out once, and briefly mentioned that it was pitiful for his sister to go away at a young age. Qin Jiuyin replied, "Who is not pitiful", and gave him a blank stare. Obviously, it is impossible because his sister is pitiful. , give him money and let him buy tributes to pay homage to his sister.

After that, Ji Mo was actually a little frustrated. The master Qin Jiuyin was not bad for him, and he taught him with all his heart, but in many things, he always made people feel that he couldn't get close.

I don't know if I have a prejudice in my heart first, and I feel that others are also like this after a layer of separation.

When the paper money was about to be burned, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Master, brother."

Ji Mo was startled, and when he was about to get up, he realized that his legs were numb, and he sat down on the ground, looking up, it was quiet.

"Why did you come out, in the middle of the night, you..."

Ji Mo lowered his voice, and when he saw what An Jing was holding in his arms by the light of the fire, he couldn't help being taken aback, it was a three-piece suit that looked so familiar.

Incense, paper money, fruit.

An Jing put these things directly with the hem of her clothes, and when she saw Ji Mo looking at her, she hurriedly blocked them with her hands, lost her movements for a moment, and almost didn't drop all these things.

"Be careful, the incense can't be broken."

Ji Mo subconsciously reminded him, stretched out his hand to pick it up, took it empty, and caught it quietly in time.

Withdrew his hand in embarrassment, Ji Mo said another nonsense: "Junior sister also wants to worship relatives!"

"Brother isn't that too?"

He replied quietly, as if he was slapping someone.

The fire gradually dimmed, and the incense and paper money were all burned out, except for a few dark fruits inside, it was completely destroyed.

"Yes." Ji Mo replied awkwardly. As a senior brother, let the junior sister find out that he also secretly hid paper money. This is exactly the scene of the society's death.

Quiet didn't choose a place, just beside Ji Mo, drew a circle according to the pattern, and wrote crookedly inside, it was the death day.

The subsequent steps were the same as Ji Mo's, lighting incense, paper money, and burning fruit. She squatted there just like Ji Mo, watching the firelight without talking, but her eyes were staring at the firelight intently, adding a little bit from time to time. Two paper money, until all the paper money was burned, seeing that the incense hadn't burned out, she didn't leave, and suddenly said: "In the future, I'll print the paper money. Make it denser, and I can get a few more."

"No, the order is wrong, Master will find out."

Ji Mo refused, and secretly deducted a piece or two of paper money, which is enough to accumulate a small amount. It is too obvious that it would be bad for Qin Jiuyin to find out.

Not to mention whether he will be scolded, the key is that this matter seems to be of bad conduct, and it is really a bit unethical.

"It's good that the things on the outside don't change, and the master doesn't know what's inside."

Quiet is extremely bold, and I don't know how long he thought about it, but he blurted out, not as shy as usual.

"But..." Ji Mo still hesitated.

"That's it. I'll do it. We have no other choice but this. Master won't give us money to buy paper money." An Jing settled down decisively, and Ji Mo sighed softly. There is no other way, and there are almost no opportunities for them to make money in the village.