"ah!"
Chen Xishuang let out a short scream of fear, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Ginger man? Ginger man? Ginger man!"
There was a voice shouting in Chen Xishuang's ear, and it kept shouting. His falling consciousness was slowly dragged up.
The middle-aged man looked at him and said, "I have steamed the buns here, you can go and set up your stall."
Chen Xishuang was confused: "Ah? Oh oh."
Why am I lying on the ground? What was I doing just now? My nails hurt. They were full of flour. Oh, the uncle asked me to help him knead the dough...
As if he had drunk too much, he propped himself up and stood up. His upright body suddenly stopped and he asked the middle-aged man blankly, "Where is your wife? She's not in the room?"
The middle-aged man looked surprised: "My wife has been dead for many years."
There was a loud bang in Chen Xishuang's head.
No, the dough is sticky and needs to be kneaded again.
Stop talking!
No means no!
Come on, I still have to get the steamer!
… … …
There are so many voices, chattering.
Stop it... Stop it... Please stop it...
Chen Xishuang fell to the ground in horror and raised his head with a pale face.
The middle-aged man was still looking at him.
Chen Xishuang couldn't stop shaking all over. He rolled and crawled to open the gate, his face almost touching a face outside the door.
It’s the village chief!
"Jiang Ren, why are you still here? If you don't go set up a stall, how much money can you make today? You are just a hooligans, you only know how to mess around..."
“Ahhh!!!”
Chen Xishuang covered his ears and ran towards the red lanterns screaming.
When Chen Yang sold the fourth bamboo rake, Chen Xishuang appeared in his sight.
"Ghost, there is a ghost..."
Chen Xishuang stumbled through the crowd, fell down in front of Chen Yang's stall, crying, his whole body shaking like a sieve.
The people around him seemed not to notice his abnormality. The shouting and noise continued, and those who were pushed away by him continued to stroll around.
Including the villager selling chickens next to the stall and the shoemaker from outside the area.
It's like I didn't hear anything.
Chen Yang helped Chen Xishuang up and asked him to sit on the bench: "Take some time."
"It's so scary." Chen Xishuang shivered, "Can I hold you?"
A cold light flashed over from a few stalls across the street. He pursed his lips and cried, "I can hold your hand."
Why is the biting cold still there? Chen Xishuang cried out loudly: "Sleeves, sleeves, can you please? Please!"
Chen Yang gave him a sleeve.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Chen Xishuang's eyes were filled with tears. The coldness from the opposite side disappeared. He didn't dare to do anything rash, but just pinched it with two fingers.
Chen Yang: “…”
Chen Xishuang's memory is like a ball of kneaded dough with many pores. As he gradually calms down, the fragments in the pores are released one by one.
"I was asked to knead the dough, and my hands were sore from kneading it. The old lady kept talking beside me, nagging me. She said I didn't know how to knead the dough, and told me to stop talking and put all my strength into the dough. She kept interrupting me and said I wasn't like a man..."
Chen Xishuang shuddered: "That's it, really, that's it!"
"I would never kill anyone. I'm scared to death of a cockroach, so how could I kill someone? I didn't know what happened at the time. I said I was rubbing her, and she kept urging me on. Then, my hand grabbed the kitchen knife."
“It’s not me behind here, it’s not me…” Chen Xishuang spoke incoherently. The two fingers that were grabbing Chen Yang’s sleeve were icy cold, and he was about to faint from being unable to breathe.
Chen Yang asked him to take a deep breath and then exhale slowly.
Chen Yang could empathize with the situation, as he would feel the same way if he encountered a ghost.
When Chen Xishuang felt better, Chen Yang asked him to talk about the details again and recount all the conversations. It would be best if he didn't miss out on even the psychological activities and recalled what he didn't remember.
"How much is the basket, young man?"
A white-haired grandmother came over with her granddaughter.
Chen Yang said, "Two dollars."
The old lady carefully took out a wrapped red handkerchief from the pocket of her double-breasted clothes, and opened it with trembling skinny fingers, revealing a stack of one-cent and two-cent bills. She rubbed her hand on her puffy lips and counted the bills one by one.
The granddaughter held her grandmother's clothes with one hand and carried a plastic bag with the other hand, which contained two big, white and plump buns.
There was a layer of mist in the bag, and the steamed buns were just out of the steamer and were still hot.
Chen Xishuang stared at the steamed bun. His nerve endings, which had finally relaxed, tensed up again. His face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
Such a beautiful face has become possessed.
The granddaughter was so scared that she hid behind her grandmother.
The old lady's action of counting money was interrupted, and she forgot where she was counting. She touched her granddaughter's head and accused Chen Xishuang: "Jiang Ren, why are you scaring a child?"
Chen Xishuang's eyes were wide open with fear.
The old lady seemed to be blind and continued to blame him.
Chen Yang came out to explain that he wanted to eat steamed buns.
"You run the business in Laoji Village, just to the west. Business is brisk and the line is very long. If you want to eat, just buy it yourself." The old lady began counting the tickets again.
Chen Yang grabbed Chen Xishuang who was about to fall. It seemed that it was the middle-aged man who steamed it and sold it.
Chen Xishuang picked the flour out of his fingernails and told Chen Yang everything that came to his mind. He now knew that he was possessed and had to face this fact.
Being despised, urged, and ridiculed for not being like a man, he killed someone on impulse, buried the body, hid the bloodstains on the dough, and the dirt on the shovel was discovered.
These are the experiences of ginger people.
It was the Jiang people who killed people!
Reproduce the process!
"Why did this happen to me? I even gave hand cream to that boss and Jiang Da."
Chen Xishuang scratched her nails until they hurt, and suddenly heard Chen Yang say, "Maybe it started with the hand cream."
He shuddered violently: "No, isn't it?"
Chen Yang concentrated and followed his own speculation. The middle-aged man also told Jiang Ren that his wife's hands were cracked, so Jiang Ren gave him hand cream.
Then, the night before the market, the middle-aged man asked Jiang Ren to help him knead the dough, and his wife kept complaining...
Chen Yang's eyes suddenly opened. That Jiang guy was killed by that middle-aged man? !
Won't.
It won't be that simple.
Otherwise it would be a curse against one person, not such a large scale.
Chen Yang turned his back to the crowd and his eyes fell on Chen Xishuang's red hands. He remembered that the situation described by the other party was stuck at the part about opening the door and escaping.
The middle-aged man was digging the soil at that time.
He asked the ginger man, what did you bury in my yard.
Chen Yang tried to describe the development of that year. Jiang Ren was stopped when he was escaping. The middle-aged man asked him that question. He should have given an answer to get away with it. The body in the yard was not dug out on the spot.
It was only after something happened later that the middle-aged man found out that his wife had been killed by the Jiang people.
There are now two more clues, which makes three with the previous ones.
1: Jiang Ren was sick before.
2: Jiang people hate being told that he is not like a man.
3: Anyone that Jiang Ren has killed will reappear and die again.
It is still unknown what the three members of the Jiang family look like. Chen Yang looked at Chen Xishuang's face and an idea came to his mind: Is it possible that the Jiang people also have a feminine appearance? Or thin and slender.
"Have I violated any taboo?"
Chen Xishuang looked up at the old Chen family and said, "Will I die?"
Chen Yang: "Let's see Shun first... Let's see Jiang Da's situation first."
Chen Xishuang stopped crying. Yes, he was not the first one, there was someone ahead of him.
And didn’t I say that it’s possible that they wouldn’t be possessed because they violated a taboo, but that the spirit would fall on them randomly.
The ghosts want to recreate some of the words and events of the past through them.
Chen Yang caught a glimpse of a short and thin figure, who pulled up the paralyzed Chen Xishuang.
"The village chief is here, go to your stall!"
"I don't know which one I am!" Chen Xishuang screamed.
"Over there." Chen Yang pointed him in a direction, "near where the saplings are sold."
Chen Xishuang ran into the crowd.
Chen Yang fiddled with the things on the stall, and when the village chief came over, he smiled and called for help.
"Village Chief, didn't you lie down for a while?"
"I can't lie down." The village chief put his hands behind his back, "How are the sales?"
Chen Yang said: "I sold three bamboo rakes and one basket."
"Not bad, not bad. Sell them well." The village chief nodded with a kind smile, turned around and asked the middle-aged woman, "Jiang Miao, how many chicks did you sell?"
The middle-aged woman said she didn’t sell any.
The village chief's old face suddenly became mean, and he swung the pipe behind his back at her basket.
"You didn't sell any? Then what are you doing sitting here?"
The middle-aged woman took her hands out of her sleeves, moved the bench back and sat down, shrinking her body and saying, "It's not daybreak yet, many people haven't arrived yet, these will be sold today, they will definitely be sold, they will be sold."
The following words are spoken to myself.
Chen Yang noticed that the middle-aged woman was shaking all the time. The average income per person for three days must be at least 60. How many chickens would she have to sell
However, there should be a lot of people buying chicks at this time. If you buy them now, you can eat the male ones in the second half of the year.
Chen Yang thought again of the large group of chickens in the village that refused to go home and kept walking back and forth on the roadside.
I still get goosebumps when I recall that scene.
When Chen Yang saw the village chief go to his partner's place, he thought that the old man must have done the same thing last year, keeping an eye on the income growth of the stall.
We can't lose money anymore.
The village chief asked one by one, and he did not miss any of the 25 stalls in the village.
Chen Yang couldn't see the village chief, so he went to look at his partner. He didn't know what the other party said to the vendor next to him and came towards him. He was stunned.
Chao Jian walked through the crowd with crutches and came to Chen Yang. Before he could ask any questions, he said, "A vendor left the stall for a while and asked someone to help look after his things before he left."
"From the village, one of the twenty-five."
Chen Yang understood that this was not the first time that the villagers had experienced such a market, so they knew a little about what they could and could not do.
Since the other party is doing that, it means it is possible.
It was good to be able to leave the stall. It was much easier to communicate. Chen Yang asked his partner curiously: "How much money did you make?"
Chao Jian said, "Nine dollars and five cents."
Chen Yang stared in surprise: "That's the same as me."
Chao Jian gave him an orange.
Chen Yang looked at him as if he was watching a magic trick: "Where did you get this from?"
"Give it to me." Chao Jian threw it on his stall, "Peel it and give me half."
Chen Yang picked up the orange and peeled it: "You have a lot of people there, how come you only sold so few?"
There are quite a lot of goods on the stalls, but most of them are just for viewing and not for buying
Chao Jian watched him peel an orange: "The older ones asked me where I lived, how old I was, who was in my family, whether I had a boyfriend, how I injured my leg, whether it would heal, and so on. The younger ones listened in, and the youngest ones were family members."
Chen Yang: “…”
It's also pitiful.
Those who don't want to buy anything are stuck there, and those who want to buy can't squeeze in.
Chen Yang shared half of the oranges with Chao Jian along with the peels, and while helping him keep an eye on the stall, he told him about Chen Xishuang's experience.
Liu Shun didn't remember the part where he was possessed, but Chen Xishuang could remember fragmented scenes and piece them together bit by bit.
The nature of the two people's affairs is different.
One just revealed that he had been suffering from sore throat for many years and coughed up bloody phlegm, while the other was murdering again.
"Jiang man." Chao Jian shouted in a low voice.
Chen Yang looked at him with bated breath: "Ang, what's wrong?"
Chao Jian pulled the orange peel aside, lowered his head and bit off a piece of the orange flesh: "Jiang Miao is your younger sister, you have to give in to her."
Chen Yang took a breath. If the man’s aura hadn’t changed, he would have really thought he was possessed.
Now the relationship between Jiang Ren and Jiang Miao is confirmed, they are brother and sister.
The word "let" is the most subtle in the relationship between brothers and sisters.
Chen Yang is looking forward to seeing his partner, what else
Chao Jian glanced at the other half of the orange in Chen Yang's hand.
"Take it, take it." Chen Yang thought he still wanted to eat, so he handed it to him.
Chao Jian didn't want it.
Chen Yang didn't understand what he was thinking, so he started eating the orange. The orange was sweet and juicy, so his mouth didn't feel so dry anymore.
"My sister is old enough to get married." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang was stunned. Marriageable age
Are you engaged or have a lover
Chen Yang waited for a while but there was nothing else, so he drove his partner away: "I know everything, go back quickly, those people are coming to me to look for you, they will block my customers."
Chao Jian: “…”
As soon as Chen Yang sent Chao Jian away, Liu Shun came up to him.
After the two of them exchanged some thoughts, Liu Shun expressed his feelings about the situation at the market.
"I found that there were many people selling brooms, big and small, in bundles, dustpans, small baskets, rice sieves, rakes, large bamboo baskets, and all kinds of hand-woven bamboo items."
Chen Yang nodded. Not only was there a lot of them, but they were also not difficult to sell.
The big bazaar held once a year relies on selling some things during these three days and then buying supplies for the year.
Those made of bamboo are for daily use.
Chen Yang noticed something with his sharp eyes: "Jiang Da, someone wants to buy something at your stall."
Liu Shun said: "He was just looking but not buying. He just walked around a few times."
Chen Yang looked suspicious: "Could it be a thief?"
Liu Shun opened his mouth wide: "Ah?"
"What a thief!" Chen Yang watched the guy take a dustpan and stuff it into the snakeskin bag very skillfully.
The vendor from other places that Liu Shun had asked to look after the stalls had disappeared without a trace.
Liu Shun also saw it, but he didn't care much and said, "Forget it, just steal it. I have a lot of stuff, so this one won't hurt."
Chen Yang disagreed with Liu Shun's point of view: "I feel that we can leave the stall, but we must ensure that the stall is well taken care of."
He thought of something and frowned: "The village chief has repeatedly told us to count the goods after closing the stall at 9 o'clock in the evening. Think about it, do we have to check..."
Before he uttered the word "account", Liu Shun ran after the thief.
"Catch the thief!"
"Someone come! My dustpan was stolen by a thief!"
"It's the one carrying the snakeskin bag! Can someone help me stop him—"
No one helped.
Everything is normal at the market.
There were too many pedestrians, and the distance between Liu Shun and the thief was getting farther and farther. When he thought he was finished, a scream was heard from a distance.
The thief was feeling smug when he passed by Xiaoxiang, but was knocked down by her punch.
Liu Shun took back the dustpan, hurriedly thanked Xiao Xiang and returned to his stall.
Halfway through, he made up his mind to turn back and quickly told the other party the known clues and asked her to pass them on to others.
As the day dawned, there were more people at the market.
The morning passed by with one transaction after another. Some people sold very well and their pockets were full of money.
There was no one paying attention to the stalls open, and it was useless to shout even if your throat was hoarse.
Just like Li Ping, he only succeeded in selling a fish when the sun was high in the sky.
Li Ping knew that he had no advantages in appearance and age, so he thought about making good use of his strengths. He owned a shop, and no one in the group knew how to run business better than him.
I didn't know it was so difficult.
But fortunately, the business is open. With the first business, there will be a second one.
Li Ping sat back on the small stool, and before he could even warm up his butt, a voice came at him head-on.
"Jiang Da, how do you do business?"
Li Ping looked at his first customer, confused: "What's wrong?"
The big man threw a crucian carp onto the ground in front of him.
Li Ping took a look and said, "You want me to kill it for you?"
"I asked you if you wanted to kill it, and you said no. Wait a minute, I'll scrape the scales off for you, otherwise it'll hurt your mouth when you eat it..."
"Kill what!"
The big man said angrily: "Didn't you say you would guarantee my life? Look, look, look!"
He squatted down, peeled off the bag, and pointed at the motionless crucian carp inside: "I just bought it and I haven't taken a few steps yet, and the fish is dead!"
Li Ping was able to keep his composure at this time. When doing business, you will always encounter difficult customers, and you have to find ways to solve problems.
In this case, communication is necessary first.
"Maybe you suffocated in the bag while you were walking, so you can still eat it if it died. It doesn't matter."
Li Ping said in a negotiating tone: "How about this, I'll kill the fish for you and prepare it, and you can go home and eat it directly..."
"I don't want it anymore, give me my money back!" The big man interrupted him and said in a tough manner, "Give me back my money!"
Returning the money meant working in vain, with zero income. This irritated Li Ping: "Are you mentally ill? A fish out of water will die!"
"Besides, you were clearly alive and kicking when I sold you. Who knows if you didn't want to buy me anymore and you deliberately pinched me to death to make trouble for me."
But that person had no intention of reasoning at all. He just kept shouting everywhere, looking like he was not afraid of any trouble.
Two middle-aged men came over, one was the man with a broken hand who asked Chen Xishuang to help knead dough, and the other was a man selling ducklings. Both were from the village.
Two gingers are big.
They gathered around.
At first Li Ping thought that these two men were there to help him, but they all looked nervous and pushed him against the wall behind the stall.
"You..." Li Ping was startled, "What are you going to do?"
“Give. Him. Back. The. Money!”
One of them, Jiang Da, spoke word by word, his voice trembling with nervousness.
Li Ping suspected that he had misheard: "What? Return it to him? Why? What does my selling fish have to do with you?"
The middle-aged man with the broken hand trembled with his facial muscles: "Hurry up!"
Li Ping was breathing heavily. It was already nine o'clock and it was so difficult to sell a fish.
If he returns it, he won’t earn a penny in the morning.
Wang Xiaobei who lives diagonally opposite has already made several sales, and the same is certainly true for others. If he cannot earn the per capita income, then his mission will have failed.
No, you can't return.
Besides, it’s not his fault!
Li Ping didn't understand why these two people were so scary. The man who bought the fish was dressed very ordinary and didn't seem to have any background.
"You two, you don't understand the cause and effect. This matter is not my responsibility. I will never return the money."
"Mind your own business, don't worry about mine!"
Li Ping pushed the two Jiang Das away and returned to the stall. The next second, he knelt straight on the ground.
My knee hit the ground heavily with a "bang".
"ah-"
Li Ping's eyes went dark due to the pain. His leg bones seemed to be broken and pierced into his flesh. He touched them and found that the bones and flesh were still intact.
Li Ping tried to stand up by supporting himself on the ground, but his knees could not leave the ground at all.
He couldn't get up.
It was like countless hands were pressing on him.
Wang Xiaobei, who was sitting diagonally opposite, was completely confused. How could that old man suddenly kneel on the ground while he was walking normally and not be able to get up
What are you doing.
That kneeling looked painful.
Wang Xiaobei held the mentality of "We are all tasked, we should be taken care of", and when she was about to shout a few times to ask, the situation over there scared her silly.
Li Ping suddenly seemed to be unable to breathe, and he frantically grabbed his neck with both hands!
It's like pulling something around my neck!
It couldn't be torn off, his face turned purple, his pupils dilated, and his eyes bulged out, looking horrible.
Wang Xiaobei shrank behind the stall, trembling all over. She felt that the attitude of the people at the market as if nothing had happened was even more terrifying than Li Ping's state.
At the same time, Liu Shun's reaction was the same as Li Ping's.
Just when he was about to suffocate to death, the strange force on his neck disappeared.
Chen Yang noticed Liu Shun's abnormality only after he sent a customer away. He quickly asked the middle-aged woman and the shoemaker to help him look after the stall and ran over quickly.
"Jiang Da!"
The blood vessels on Liu Shun's forehead bulged and a ragged wheezing sound came from his throat.
There was a circle of deep purple marks on his neck.
"What's going on?" Chen Yang asked in a deep voice.
Liu Shun was unable to make a sound and was in so much pain that he couldn't even swallow his saliva. He shook his head and said "I don't know" with his mouth.
For no apparent reason, I was strangled by a terrifying force without any warning.
Something flashed through Chen Yang's mind, he turned around and ran back, looking towards Li Ping.
Li Ping was also touching his neck with a painful expression.
And he was still kneeling.
Those two are Jiang Da, and Zhang Guangrong is probably also...
Chen Yang ran to Chao Jian and said, "Please help me take care of the stall. I'll go take a look."
Chao Jian used his cane to stop him and said, "Let's talk about it after we close the stall tonight."
"It's not even noon yet." Chen Yang was anxious to inquire about the details.
He shouted coldly at Jian: "Go back and talk to you tonight!"
Chen Yang stared at the boy for a few seconds, and realizing that he was worried about him, he did not argue with him and quietly turned around and went back to his stall.
Everyone dispersed during the day and did not gather together at noon. They only met up at nine o'clock in the evening when the stalls were closed.
In addition to Li Ping and Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong and two other middle-aged men also had circle marks on their necks.
The ones who got into trouble were Jiang Da and others.
Originally, no one knew who the source was, but as soon as Li Ping finished talking about his own story, the atmosphere changed.
"If one Jiang Da makes a mistake, all Jiang Da will be punished?" Chen Xishuang muttered.
Chen Yang: “Yeah.”
Everyone looked at Li Ping.
Li Ping's body was full of unpleasant fishy smell. There were insects in the countryside at this time of year, and they all bit him. His knees hurt so much that he had difficulty walking. He also experienced the fear of almost having his neck strangled. In addition, he only sold three fish in a day, and the income was far less than he had imagined.
Now his emotions were on the verge of getting out of control.
"What did I do wrong?" Li Ping was furious. "What do you mean, huh?"
Liu Shun didn't say anything.
Zhang Guangrong was not of his temper, and said bluntly, "You didn't listen to the warning, so you didn't return the money."
"Bullshit! That guy is obviously looking for trouble, what a scoundrel!" Li Ping slammed the table, "Why should I quit?"
"I was strangled, and I am also a victim!"
"My decision not to return the money is my personal matter. It has nothing to do with anything else. What are you thinking? If any of you were in my situation, you wouldn't return the money either. I can't be..."
Chen Yang listened to Li Ping's scolding for a while, and his temples swelled: "Does your knee still hurt?"
Li Ping stopped talking immediately.
The energy of the sophistry suddenly leaked out and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Li Ping knew in his heart that it was indeed his fault.
Otherwise, the two Jiang Das would not have come to force him at that time, and would not have glared at him with eyes as if they wanted to skin him alive after closing their stalls.
Everything will be fine once you return the money. You won’t be forced to kneel or be strangled.
But why...
Yes, why? Everyone fell into deep thought.
Chen Yang looked at Li Ping: "You are a businessman. When you want to do this, what is your reason?"
"No, I won't do that," Li Ping said. "I've been running a supermarket for many years, and I've never seen anything like this. You buy something and then you want to return it. It's fine as long as you don't open the package. No problem."
"But I bought the live fish and returned it dead, which is like taking the package apart and using it in a mess. Am I crazy to return it? What's the point of doing business like that? I'm not doing charity..."
A hoarse voice sounded: "Reputation."
Chen Yang's eyes lit up, and he expanded on the word his partner had used: "The Jiang family's reputation!"
Everybody looked over there.
Wang Kuanyou thought that this idea was correct. He looked at Chen Yang and the young man again. Partners need to be cultivated and are hard to come by.
"To have a conflict with a customer is to tarnish the Jiang family's reputation and must be punished."
Xu Dingyi almost got into a conflict with someone, but luckily he was replaced. He was scared: "What should I do? What if he was deliberately looking for trouble?"
"Be patient."
Wang Kuanyou said seriously: "We must provide refunds and exchanges within three days of the market."
"What if on the last day, the income is just at the per capita point, and someone comes to return something, then won't the mission be completed?"
Chen Yang touched his partner's crutch: "So we need to make more money."
Da Yan's eyes passed over the young man beside him: "You said that we can't just think about selling a lot of things."
Wang Xiaobei muttered: "Yeah, sometimes this, sometimes that, what should I do..."
"Don't make a noise." Wang Kuanyou spoke for Chen Yang. "This is how the mission works. Many pitfalls are in the details. Let's take it one step at a time."
Chen Xishuang also defended Old Chen's family, curling his lips and saying, "You don't have to listen if you don't believe me."
The expressions of several people including Da Yan were a little unhappy, but they still knew the situation and did not argue.
"Please be careful and don't get me into trouble."
Da Yan looked at Wang Xiaobei, Xiaoxiang, and Xiang Tiantian, and emphasized it again with a proud look.
"We also want to tell you this." Xiang Tiantian was not willing to be outdone.
"That's right!" Wang Xiaobei agreed.
Xiao Xiang didn't argue. She said hello to Wang Kuanyou, Chen Yang and others and went back to the house.
Chen Xishuang was a little nervous: "Why do people in the market pretend not to see right and wrong?"
“It’s just like not calling the wrong person.” Wang Kuanyou said, “I’m afraid.”
This kind of forced market going is not the first year. Last year and the year before, who knows what happened that led to the false noise they see today.
The village chief supervised the entire process of counting goods and settling accounts.
"Each of you had to earn at least 20 on the first day, but only half of you did, and the other half didn't."
The village chief pointed out all those who didn't meet the standard. His droopy eye bags were twitching. "Tomorrow you have to exceed 20, preferably 30, otherwise you'll be finished on the last day. Do you hear me?"
"I heard you. We'll try to sell things tomorrow."
"Jiang Da, go worship your ancestors!"
The village chief called away Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong and Li Ping.
The remaining ten people each had their own reactions.
"Ancestor worship... Then wouldn't they be able to know the situation of the Jiang family's clan members?"
"Wait until they come back."
"Is it dangerous to worship the ancestors?"
"It's Jiang Da's ancestor worship, it has nothing to do with us."
"Yeah, so what should we do now?"
"There are still many stalls outside, all from other places. It looks like they will be there all night. We are the only one that closes at nine o'clock."
"The mission is related to Laoji Village, so ignore those people."
"… "
Chen Yang and Chao Jian went to bed. They were both very tired. It was not easy for a vendor to sell things.
Chao Jian didn't even want to care about the dust all over him.
Chen Yang was not much better. He pulled the quilt over his chest and said tiredly, "Let's sleep for a while while Jiang Da pays respect to his ancestors..."
The person next to him suddenly said: "Survival mission, never forget to protect yourself."
Chen Yang sobered up a little, knowing that his partner was still blaming him for being careless because of what happened during the day. He pursed his lips and said, "I know."
Or he himself said that he could reach out and pull others out of trouble.
But it must be within your ability.
While saving others, you must also protect yourself.
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang whispered to him seriously: "Really, I have always remembered it."
He moved his lips towards Jian and said, "Remember nothing."
"Did you scold me?" Chen Yang turned his head with feeling.
Chao Jian slapped him on the back of his head.
Chen Yang was confused for a while, and when he was about to close his eyes, this person spoke again, just as without a beginning or an end as before: "Except for ghosts, you are not afraid of anything else."
Then he said: "It is best to be afraid of everything and be honest."
Chen Yang twitched his lips: "If I am afraid of everything, then I will fail quickly in my first mission. How can I still be your partner?"
This guy is also funny. At the beginning, he used the word "hurry up" to force him to face his fear.
Now I feel that he is growing up too fast.
Isn't this a good thing? Isn't it a good thing for the partner to become stronger
Sensing that the air pressure around the people around him was not right, Chen Yang quickly said, "Be honest and protect yourself. These are the two key points. I have grasped them. Don't worry."
Chen Yang shouted to Wang Kuanyou, "Call us when Jiang Da comes back."
"Am I not worthy of your trust?" Chen Xishuang beside her cried.
Chen Yang: “…”
In the next room, Wang Xiaobei took off her big black-framed glasses, undid her bun, and let her long hair fall down behind her.
"There's gray in my hair."
Xiang Tiantian took out a comb from her bag and combed her hair: "The market is too dirty, my nose is all black, and I used several wet tissues."
She handed the comb to Wang Xiaobei: "Do you want to comb it?"
"Help me comb my hair."
Wang Xiaobei sat with her back to her, holding the phone in both hands.
Da Yan sat on the chair like a young lady, with her long straight legs folded together. She was dismissive of the sisterhood between Wang Xiaobei and Xiang Tiantian.
We just met yesterday, and we feel like long-lost sisters.
Da Yan refused to admit that she was envious. She glanced at Xiao Xiang coming down and asked, "Are you going to the toilet?"
Xiao Xiang nodded.
Da Yan stood up and said, "It's not safe for you to go alone. I'll go with you."
After the two left, Wang Xiaobei stuck out her tongue: "Pretend!"
"She wanted to go to the bathroom but was a little afraid. I saw her squeezing her legs together for quite a while."
"Only Xiaoxiang doesn't care. I can't stand her like that."
Xiang Tiantian sat on the kang, took off her shoes, and stretched her sock-covered feet towards Wang Xiaobei.
"Fuck, that stinks."
Wang Xiaobei covered her nose and hit Xiang Tiantian in a pretended angry way: "Why are you like this?"
Xiang Tiantian exaggeratedly put on a humble attitude and said, "I'm sorry."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Wang Xiaobei gave a thumbs up, "She is an award-winning actress. She is definitely an award-winning actress."
Xiang Tiantian changed her tone and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
Wang Xiaobei smacked her lips and said, "It's really high."
She turned her back again and flicked her long hair towards Xiang Tiantian: "Help me comb my hair."
"And your feet are so smelly, like dead fish, they stink to the point of creating a chasm in my soul. Leave your shoes outside the door at night, otherwise you won't be able to stay in the house."
The voice behind me was crying and kept apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Okay, okay, I forgive you." Wang Xiaobei tapped on her phone. "I won't comb my hair anymore. I'll just tie it up casually tomorrow. Never mind. Please get me some water so I can wash my face."
The voice behind me continued.
Wang Xiaobei looked back and saw Xiang Tiantian bending over with her head hanging on her chest. Her long black hair blocked her face. She kept repeating those three words, and her voice became shrill at some point.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"What are you doing? The performance is not over yet. It's over."
Wang Xiaobei grabbed her hair and pushed it aside.
Xiang Tiantian suddenly looked up.
Wang Xiaobei patted her chest and said, "I was so scared. Oh my god, I thought I saw the back of your head."
"Is that so?"
Xiang Tiantian faced her with her entire neck turned backwards.