Not many people know what is behind the total amount of 1,500. The shoemaker is one of them, but after glaring at Wang Kuanyou, he continued walking with his blue mouth tightly shut.
Seeing that the shoemaker had no intention of revealing anything, the four people in the room showed varying degrees of anxiety.
Wang Kuanyou is the most serious one.
That bad premonition kept lingering in his heart. It was a death warning and he would not survive to the end.
The shoemaker remained silent, and it was a stalemate.
It is like saying that the clue is right in front of us, but we can’t get it even though we see it.
The calmness in Wang Kuanyou's eyes crumbled inch by inch, and the blood hidden underneath gradually seeped out. It doesn't matter if you die early or late, it's death anyway, it's better to die early and be relieved, and also help everyone do a test.
Take a test...
Wang Kuanyou kicked the shoemaker in the stomach.
This scene happened without any warning, and Chen Yang, who was leaning against the wardrobe, didn't have time to stop it.
The shoemaker was kicked and fell backwards, his head hitting the edge of the bed heavily. There was a loud bang, and he was stunned for a second or two, and let out a painful scream: "Ah—"
Wang Kuanyou grabbed the shoemaker and kicked him again.
“Jiang Ren, you, what are you doing…” Chen Xishuang shouted at Wang Kuanyou anxiously.
Chen Yang and Liu Shun both looked solemn.
Wang Kuanyou didn't say anything. His face was tense and pale. He stood there with his hands clenched into fists, his eyes closed, his eyelashes fluttering, and his chest heaving.
One second, two seconds... ten seconds... half a minute...
One minute... Two minutes...
fine…
Not dead!
Wang Kuanyou slowly loosened his fist, he moved his stiff and cold fingers a few times, and looked at Chen Yang and the other two with a gleam in his eyes.
It is not a foul to hit the elders of the Jiang family.
Okay, you can let go now.
A gentleman is not at all tactful and gentle when he starts to fight. This is Wang Kuanyou's second time entering the mission world. The first mission taught him violence, which is too rough and he usually doesn't use it.
Unless you can't control your emotions.
Just like now.
The shoemaker didn't hold out for long before he burst into tears.
“Stop hitting me… Stop hitting me, stop hitting me… Cough… Cough cough!” The shoemaker spat out a mouthful of blood, “I said, I said everything… I said everything, I said…”
Wang Kuanyou's shirt was sticking to his back, soaking wet. He opened his coat and sat next to Chen Yang, panting: "Let's start from the beginning."
The shoemaker sat up with his hands on the ground and leaned against the edge of the bed. The next moment he hurriedly crawled away and sat in the middle of the room, not daring to lean against anywhere.
"Going to the market is a custom in this area. It lasts from morning till night for three whole days. People from other villages will come from a long way to sell the things they bring and buy things they need for the year. It has been like this every year and it is very lively."
The shoemaker wiped the blood from his mouth: "Until five years ago,"
"That market was like this year, with these people, everyone was... all were..."
The shoemaker's eyes were filled with memories and fear: "That year I came back to the market as usual..."
Liu Shun interrupted, “Wait, why don’t you live in Laoji Village?”
"When I was young, I met a girl at the market. We got along very well for three days, and then we got married."
The shoemaker's voice dropped a little: "She didn't marry into the Jiang family. I went to her place..."
Chen Xishuang muttered, "Marrying into the family."
The shoemaker shouted in vain: "My last name is still Jiang!"
"What are you yelling about?" Liu Shun's heart skipped a beat. "A live-in son-in-law is a live-in son-in-law. It's not something to be ashamed of. Go on."
The shoemaker wiped his face, suppressed his embarrassment and anger, and said, "After that, I lived in Dahe Village and only came back once a year on market day."
"Five years ago, there was nothing going on on the first and second days of the market, but on the second night, it was very late..."
The shoemaker fell into memories again, his voice trembling a little: "The village chief came to my house and told me something. He said that my nephew had a physical defect. The Jiang family was in chaos and the news spread. I didn't feel disgusted. I really didn't think so. I am his most respected third uncle. Every year when I come back to the market, I will visit him and ask him how he is doing. He is very happy to see me. We have such a good relationship. How could I discriminate against his physical defect? I was just surprised."
"Really, I just didn't expect it. I didn't want to stay away from him! No matter what he is like, I am his third uncle, always!" The shoemaker shouted anxiously to the bottom of the bed, outside the window, and on the roof.
Four people in the room: "..."
Chen Yang said: "He's not here, you don't have to do this."
The shoemaker's eyes bulged out. "What do you mean I don't have to do this? Every word I said is true!"
"People can't see clearly when they look at people, but how about ghosts looking at people? Do you think they can see clearly?"
The shoemaker's pupils trembled, and his already waning vitality was almost gone.
Chen Yang asked the shoemaker to continue.
"That night, a little earlier than this, he came to me. I was very tired after repairing shoes all day. I heard him calling me outside the window, so I threw a jar out."
The shoemaker covered his face with his hands and choked with guilt. "Later, I regretted it very much. If I had let him in and had a good chat with him, maybe he wouldn't have committed suicide the next day."
Chen Yang asked: "Did he commit suicide?"
As soon as the shoemaker's sobbing stopped, the sound of his breathing became chaotic.
Chen Yang, Wang Kuanyou and the other two looked at each other. It seemed that Jiang Ren did not commit suicide, but was murdered in the market.
"It's not like that. It's not what you think. He just didn't get medical treatment in time."
The shoemaker burst into tears: "He lay on the bridge motionless, everyone thought he was unconscious, but when we were closing the stall we found out that he had long... long... "
Chen Yang stood up suddenly: "Lie on the bridge? What about you guys, continue to visit the market?"
The shoemaker looked as if he were dead, not even breathing.
"Huh, and you just said that no matter what happens, you are still his third uncle." Chen Xishuang wiped the blood off his hands and continued to cover his forehead, mocking him mercilessly.
The shoemaker looked humiliated and flew into a rage: "Do you think I didn't want to save him? There were so many people around and I couldn't get through!"
This funny remark left Chen Yang and the other three speechless.
I'm afraid I'm just saying it to myself. After hypnotizing myself day after day for a long time, I think it's the fact.
Chen Yang didn't want to ask about the details of Jiang Ren's death. He walked up to the shoemaker and looked down at him: "What happened next?"
The shoemaker lowered his dirty head and said, "In the first year after the child died, Laoji Village was peaceful. In the second year, the Jiang family was burned down by a fire. In the third year..."
His body trembled. “It’s been like this since the third year.”
When Chen Yang heard this information, he was not surprised at all. He guessed that Jiang Ren was not a fierce ghost at first, and only later did he have such a big curse.
"What about the profit of 1,500?"
The shoemaker looked out the window with a bruised face and nose: "That child is so good, you don't know, really good."
Chen Yang and the other three thought to themselves, we know.
"Since he was 14, he would set up a stall at the market every year from morning till night, doing the best business and selling the most items."
The shoemaker said, "I thought he wanted to save money to marry a wife, and I even teased him that it was a young man to think about that. It was only after he died that I learned the truth from Jiang Miao."
"It's Jiang Miao, Jiang Miao..."
The shoemaker murmured, "She told the kid a long time ago that as long as he made a lot of money, the Jiang family would recognize and respect him, and she could help him speak in front of Jiang Da."
"So he believes what Jiang Miao said?"
"Jiang Da favors Jiang Miao and has spoiled her since she was a child. She gives her whatever she wants and her words carry a lot of weight."
Chen Xishuang was a fan of melodrama, so as soon as the clue of the love triangle came out, he had already filled in the general outline in his mind. It was often seen on TV, and it was all the same. It was like that after watching it too many times. But when he heard it now, he couldn't remain calm and was very angry.
"He gave all the money he earned to Jiang Da, and Jiang Da spent it all on Jiang Miao?"
"No," said the shoemaker.
Chen Yang and the other three showed obvious changes in expression. Did they think wrong? Before they even made eye contact, they heard the other party say, "Jiang Dacun saved it as a dowry for Jiang Miao."
"… "
Is there any difference? It's just a one-time expense.
Chen Yang looked at his phone. It was two o'clock. "In other words, 1,500 is the total amount of money he earned over the years?"
"No." The shoemaker said shockingly.
"The year before that child died, the Jiang family fell into decline and had to sell off their family property."
"He believed that the family property could not be sold under any circumstances, and asked me to persuade the rest of the Jiang family. I said I couldn't persuade them."
The atmosphere in the room changed.
Chen Yang put the phone back into his pocket and squeezed it hard with his fingers crossed.
No wonder those who sold their clan property died.
The Jiang man's curse was actually for the Jiang family, a family that abandoned him.
sad.
"What does this have to do with Jiang Miao?"
"He cared a lot about his sister Jiang Miao when he was alive. Jiang Miao said that he was the eldest son of the Jiang family and shouldered the responsibility of revitalizing the Jiang family. He then began to plan how to turn the Jiang family around."
The shoemaker blew his nose and said, "It will cost 1,500 yuan. He is pinning his hopes on the market day."
The second half of the sentence left Chen Yang and the other three silent. It turned out that this was the origin of the amount.
The shoemaker suddenly staggered back, staring out the window. There was a small stain of water on his trousers and he became incontinent due to fright.
When Chen Yang saw this, the color on his face instantly disappeared. He took a breath and looked towards the window.
Nothing at all.
The shoemaker is going crazy...
"In fact, he is not in the family tree. The Jiang family does not recognize his status as the eldest son. This is also the main reason why he is unhappy. He was deceived."
The shoemaker shuddered. "I know things after my death that I didn't know when he was alive. My sister, who cared about him, discovered his physical defects and spread the word that he was a monster... I really didn't think about it that way."
Chen Yang guessed that the Jiang people were not on the family tree, so he thought of Jiang Miao of the Jiang family and asked a question.
"Is Jiang Miao included in the family tree?"
"Yes," said the shoemaker. "Jiang Da took great pains to get her on."
"Why are you so biased? Don't most families not allow girls to be included in the family tree, only boys are allowed? And you, you became a son-in-law of other families, and you were able to come back and participate in the Jiang family's ancestor worship, but why can't he even be included in the family tree?" Chen Xishuang was indignant, his eyes red.
The shoemaker coughed a few times and said, "Jiang Da doesn't like that kid. He thinks he doesn't look like a boy and won't amount to anything."
Just as he finished speaking a second ago, he was shouting everywhere: "It's not me who thinks that, it's Jiang Da!"
Chen Yang was made a little nervous by him.
"Starting from the third year after his death, everyone had to come to the market. There were many rules, and no one knew them at first..."
The shoemaker thought of something and his legs trembled with fear, and a large water stain appeared on his pants.
"The Jiang family's business, reputation, and even the funds have become his obsession."
"It's all Jiang Miao's fault." The shoemaker sat in the puddle of urine, his face twisted and he yelled in resentment, "It's all Jiang Miao's fault!"
Chen Yang's eardrums hurt from the yelling, and he had another question to ask. Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside, followed by the sound of a door being pushed.
Accompanied by the village chief's question.
“Go!”
Chen Yang and three others quickly climbed out the window and left.
The four of them emptied their bladders and headed straight for their residence. The journey back was smooth, but they didn't expect to be greeted with bad news when they entered the house.
Zhang Guangrong is dead.
The day before yesterday, because Li Ping refused to return the crucian carp, the other Jiangs were punished and had their necks strangled.
The mark on Zhang Guangrong's neck was now terribly deep.
He was strangled to death.
"What exactly happened?" Wang Kuanyou looked at the few people who stayed in the room at that time.
"Not long after you left, Jiang went to the market to investigate." Wang Xiaobei pointed to where Qian Qin was sleeping, and then to Zhang Guangrong on the ground. "Jiang Da had pharyngitis. He got up and drank a lot of water. After a while, he wanted to go out. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was going to the toilet."
"At that time, I felt that there were still several hours before dawn, so I might as well take the opportunity to go there. I could also come back with you guys."
Xiao Xiang, who was sitting on a chair, said, "I went there too."
"Yes, three of us." said Wang Xiaobei.
Chen Yang looked at Zhang Guangrong's body. In the countryside, there was no distinction between women's and men's toilets, and all toilets were universal.
"Is that the one in the south that you went to?"
"Yes, that one." Wang Xiaobei dragged a chair to Xiaoxiang's place, sat down and hugged her arm. "Jiang Miao and I went in first. Jiang Da is waiting outside."
After a pause, she tightened her grip around Xiao Xiang's arm and said, "When we came out of the toilet, Jiang Da had already fallen to the ground and was no longer breathing."
Chen Yang's eyes darted across the two girls' faces: "Didn't you hear anything?"
"No." said Wang Xiaobei.
Xiao Xiang shook her head under Chen Yang's gaze: "I went to the toilet very quickly. After I was done, I didn't leave immediately. Instead, I waited for Jiang Miao inside."
Chen Yang observed her calmly: "With your level of caution, even if you were waiting for someone inside, you would still pay attention to the outside."
Xiao Xiang was not angry because of Chen Yang's inquiry. She said calmly: "I paid attention, there is nothing unusual."
"Don't ask me questions like you're interrogating a criminal. How could a ghost kill someone without making any noise?" Wang Xiaobei said, "Someone died right in front of us before, and we didn't even notice it."
She leaned her head on Xiao Xiang in a familiar manner, turned around and asked Chen Yang and the other three, "Where did you go to the bathroom for so long?"
Chen Xishuang said: "Let's go..."
Wang Xiaobei stared with red eyes: "I didn't ask you!"
Chen Xishuang: “…”
Well, he curled his lips and went to clean the wound on his forehead.
Wang Kuanyou did not deal with Wang Xiaobei and Xiaoxiang. He was very exhausted and could not hold on and lay on the kang with his clothes on. His breathing soon became heavier.
Liu Shun explained what had happened in a few words.
After hearing the first half, Wang Xiaobei had an expression of "I'm a bad-mouthed person, I shouldn't have asked that question", but after hearing what the shoemaker said in the second half, she turned into a messenger of justice who stood up for the weak and gnashed her teeth, slammed the table, and even cursed a few times.
Xiao Xiang was like a silent background board against her.
"How did you get Jiang Da's body back?" Chen Yang suddenly asked.
"She and I carried it." Xiao Xiang glanced at Wang Xiaobei.
Chen Yang nodded: "That's it."
"Don't worry about it!"
Wang Xiaobei seemed annoyed that the topic revolved around the dead. She said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "Based on the previous situation, the body will disappear soon."
Chen Yang stood beside Zhang Guangrong's body for a while, then went up to the kang to find his partner.
"Wake up." Chen Yang squatted on the quilt and pulled the boy.
"What are you pulling? Take your hand away." He lifted up Jian's closed eyelids, revealing the violent scarlet in his eyes.
Chen Yang was stunned. Didn’t he fall asleep at all
"What are you doing lying in bed instead of sleeping?"
Chao Jian pulled his arm back from his fingers: "Where else can I lie if not in the quilt? On the ground?"
Chen Yang: “…”
Why are you so angry
Moreover, there is also an illusion that there is a bit of resentment.
Even though Liu Shun had already told Chao Jian about their experience, Chen Yang still told it again, which was several times more detailed.
Chao Jian looked at the person lying in front of him in silence.
Chen Yang was leaning sideways, facing him, and the breath from his mouth floated towards him: "There is only one way to leave this mission world, and that is to make a profit of 1,500."
Chao Jian closed his eyes.
Chen Yang looked at his tall nose bridge and said, "After the three of them left, you were alone in the room. Did anything happen?"
"If something happens, can I, a person with a crippled leg, still survive?" Chao Jian asked instead of answering.
Chen Yang said: "Not necessarily. If a ghost comes, there's nothing they can do. If it's a living person, then there's nothing they can do to you."
"Xiangdong is such an impatient person that he can't even get close to you."
Chao Jian said coldly: "Who is Xiangdong? I don't know him."
Chen Yang: “…”
"It doesn't matter what's going east, let's just continue talking about our mission."
Chen Yang tilted his head to look at the people on the kang, and said in a voice that only Chao Jian could hear: "I don't know what's going on, but I always feel that there is something strange about Zhang Guangrong's death."
"I felt this way as soon as I entered the room and saw his body. I can't tell why."
His partner didn't respond, so Chen Yang continued to mutter, "Logically speaking, the second time we worshipped our ancestors, we drew a blank lot, so no one would die. How could Jiang Da be killed?"
"He died outside the toilet. What taboos would that violate?"
"Can't Jiang Da accompany Jiang Miao to the toilet?"
Chen Yang turned over and lay flat on his back, his hands on his stomach, his eyes staring at the tall beams, his heart in turmoil.
He turned back to lying on his side, kicked his feet in the quilt, and suddenly the boy's very low voice rang in his ears: "We'll see tomorrow."
"What are you looking at?"
Chao Jian's Adam's apple moved: "See what happened to Jiang Da's death."
Chen Yang said "hmm", then let's see if there will be a result tomorrow. He said softly: "Are you still sleeping?"
Chao Jian: "Sleep."
Chen Yang listened to the rustling sounds coming from the kang and tried to ask them to be quiet, but before he could do anything, the person next to him had already fallen asleep.
The speed is so fast that it seems like falling asleep in seconds.
Chen Yang paused in adjusting the quilt, then he pulled the quilt aside with a strange look and looked at the corner of his clothes that was being held.
"?"
“… … ”
Qian Qin came back in the morning. He had an unshaven beard and looked haggard, as if he had not slept all night.
Chen Yang asked him if he had been at the market all the time. He took out his toothbrush and squatted at the door to brush his teeth, and said "yes" in a vague voice.
"Jiang Da is dead." Wang Kuanyou came over and told Qian Qin.
Qian Qin stopped brushing his teeth and waited for the next step with a mouthful of toothpaste foam in his mouth.
Wang Kuanyou told him what he had learned at night.
Chen Yang went back to the table to eat breakfast. He glanced at his teammates. A piece of bread was handed to him. He said, "I've eaten it."
Chao Jian said: "Stock up on food."
As soon as he finished speaking, he performed a magic trick and gave him a clean plastic bag.
Several eyes turned to Chen Yang. He silently took the bag from Chao Jian and put the noodles into it.
Everyone continued to eat and drink as if nothing had happened.
Chen Yang nudged Chao Jian with his elbow: "You can just pretend by yourself, why do you want me to pretend? It's such a big fuss."
"Have this for lunch." Chao Jian gave him two more pancakes and two boiled eggs.
Chen Yang: "… If we start this, we will definitely lose our breakfast."
As expected, the food on the table was quickly divided up by others, and those who were slow could only get a steamed bun.
Qian Qin, who was standing in front of the door, came back after brushing his teeth and saw that everything was gone.
Wang Kuanyou said he would give him some of his share.
Qian Qin was an easy person to deal with. He washed his face without saying anything, then squatted outside and started eating the food that Wang Kuanyou had distributed.
"It's just past six o'clock now." Chen Yang swiped his phone. "The stall won't be open until nine o'clock. What are we going to do in the few hours in between?"
No one said anything.
The task is almost finished. Today is the last day. They just need to make more money to ensure that their income exceeds the per capita amount when they close the stall at night.
But it was not time to set up the stall yet, and they were anxious but there was nothing they could do. The only thing they could do was wait.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian looked at each other.
Chao Jian poured some boiling water into the jar and shook it, then poured the water out, picked up the water bottle and filled half a cup of it and left it to cool.
"Why are you looking at me? Is there a Baidu Encyclopedia on my face?"
Chen Yang twitched his lips. There really was nothing to investigate...
As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Guangrong's body appeared in his mind.
"Don't you want to know the cause of Jiang Da's death?" Chen Yang looked at the others.
"Yes." Chen Xishuang replied flatteringly, "I didn't sleep last night. I kept thinking about this."
"Although he is not very good at dealing with the ways of the world, he is not stupid, nor is he impulsive and foolish. He will not violate the known taboos."
"That is the unknown." Wang Xiaobei combed her long hair with her hands, biting the rubber band in her mouth, and spoke incoherently.
Chen Xishuang glanced at her. Would she pay attention to him during the day
Wang Xiaobei looked over.
"It's unknown. I'm very panicked." Chen Xishuang looked away and gently touched the scab on his forehead. "Can we change the stall?"
“It’s fixed.”
Chen Xishuang's mouth pursed. He wanted to live next to Old Chen's family.
"It would be great if I could. I would like to change it."
Wang Xiaobei grabbed her long hair and tied a rubber band around it: "Originally there was only Li... and only Jiang Da in my area, but now there are only vendors from other places, and there is no one to take care of me."
Chen Yang asked Xiao Xiang what he thought.
Xiao Xiang was sorting the photos on her phone. She said calmly, "The only thing we have to do today is to sell more things."
"As for the unknown taboos, we don't have the time and energy to check them. We can only remind ourselves as much as possible at any time not to do things we haven't done before, or say things about the three members of the Jiang family that we haven't said before."
This statement sounded reasonable and successfully ended the topic.
Chen Yang thought that he would also be comforted by Xiao Xiang's opinion, but the fact was that it went in one ear and out the other. He still cared a lot about Zhang Guangrong's death.
Perhaps the other party died after the ancestors were safely worshipped.
The death was a bit... abrupt
Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian out of the house. The morning sunshine shone on them. They didn't walk far and sat down on the haystack outside.
"How much did you earn?" Chen Yang asked, crossing his legs.
Chao Jian: “A little over 300.”
When Chen Yang heard this number, he was not surprised, but only envious: "That's a lot."
Chao Jian folded up his crutches and placed them horizontally on his legs: "The average safety allowance before closing is 400 per person. You have to find a way to earn it."
Chen Yang said helplessly: "My two-day total is only 129, how can I possibly earn that much on the last day."
"Today is the last day," Chao Jian stroked his cane, "The village chief will distribute the goods from the dead to us."
Chen Yang understood Chao Jian’s meaning. In this way, they would have more goods and the probability of attracting customers would also increase.
"I'll try my best to sell more and try not to leave the stall." He hopes there won't be any unexpected accidents during his time at the stall, so that he can sell his products well.
Chao Jian looked into the distance and blurted out, "I'll introduce customers to you."
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment: "Is this okay? Will it be against the rules?"
Chao Jian glanced at him: "Do you have a better idea?"
Chen Yang: “…”
No.
Chao Jian was silent for a long time, staring into his eyes: "Want to bet?"
Chen Yang pursed his lips: "Okay, let's bet."
"I just told them that you are my relative." Chao Jian's gaze returned to the distance. "Whether they are willing to go to your stall depends on themselves. Whether they can buy things when they go depends on you."
Chen Yang said: "Why don't you just say I'm your brother."
He tilted his head slightly towards Jian.
Words spoken are like water spilled, and cannot be taken back. Adults have to pay for the words they say inadvertently.
Chen Yang could only meet the boy's unclear gaze.
The boy remained silent.
Just when Chen Yang thought the boy was about to show a half-smile again, he twitched the corner of his lips and said, "Okay."
Chen Yang was stunned.
After Chao Jian finished speaking, he reached out to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang put two milk slices in his palm: "Your customers are mostly girls. After seeing your face and then looking at mine, the deer in their hearts will roll their eyes."
Chao Jian: “…”
"Then find a way." He frowned, like a serious old scholar teaching a useless student.
"You know, I will. I try my best to keep every customer."
Chen Yang said solemnly: "After closing the stall, there will be another ancestor worship. If there are more types of goods for sale, the chance of selling the family property will be relatively higher."
If we sell less, the money won’t be enough.
Chao Jian only ate one milk slice and put the remaining one in his pocket: "We can talk about the ancestor worship after we close the stall. We should do it according to the order. You have to earn the money first."
"That's right." Chen Yang was overwhelmed and wished he could conjure up some RMB.
Gather at 8:40.
It was indeed as Chao Jian said. The village chief distributed the goods of the person who died two days ago to everyone. He distributed them randomly and did not give the easy-to-sell goods to anyone.
Chen Yang counted the people who came to pick up the goods, and there were only 14 people.
This number of people made Chen Yang feel a little cold on his back.
So far, five of the thirteen taskers on their side have died, leaving eight.
There were twelve stalls in Laoji Village, but now half of them are gone.
Others near the goods also noticed the significant reduction in the number of people. They all calculated in their minds, and those who couldn't figure it out used their mobile phone calculators.
There were originally 25 people, but now there are only 14.
1500 divided by 14 is just over 107 per person.
The six people in Laoji Village are two Jiang Da, one Jiang Miao, and three Jiang Ren. They are all fine. They are obviously making good money and are safe for the time being.
Chen Xishuang, whose score was just over 100, could not stand any longer, and Wang Xiaobei, whose score was less than 100, just threw away her phone.
They were the ones who reacted the most.
"We need to shout more in the next nine hours and everyone should stay at the stall if possible," said Wang Kuanyou.
"There's no business. What's the point of guarding the stall all the time!" Wang Xiaobei broke down. "I only made 98 in two days!"
She noticed something was wrong and glared at everyone around her: "Do you all make more than me?"
The villagers ignored him and took their goods numbly.
Wang Xiaobei cried out: "Isn't it that I have the biggest advantage? Why is this happening?"
Maybe the boys here don’t like your type, Chen Xishuang said, looking at her cute face.
Wang Xiaobei stared at Chen Xishuang with tearful eyes: "How much did you earn?"
Chen Xishuang said: "Almost the same as you."
Wang Xiaobei got a little comfort, but it would be better if the other party didn't earn as much as she did. She didn't want to be the scapegoat.
"Grandpa, what about the money earned by those dead people? Should it be distributed to us like goods?" Wang Xiaobei asked the village chief while crying.
The village chief seemed to have not slept since the market day. His energy and spirit were almost exhausted and lifeless. He said in a hoarse voice: "If they are dead, the income will be invalidated."
Wang Xiaobei's body swayed, and she looked for Xiaoxiang frantically. When she found her, she grabbed the other's arm.
"Jiang Miao, what should I do? I'm done."
Xiao Xiang made more than 150 yuan, but she didn't relax. She just said, "It's still early to close the stall."
Wang Xiaobei didn't hear a word she said: "Unless anyone dies before closing the stall, no one should die."
"How is it possible? It's impossible. Someone else will die."
Wang Xiaobei was mumbling: "If one person dies, the per capita amount will go up a little, and it will get higher and higher. How can I make that much money... I can't steal or rob, I can only do business, it's over..."
The village chief ignored Wang Xiaobei's madness. He looked at the sun and said, "Let's all go set up our stalls."
"Closing the stall at six o'clock, counting the goods, the total amount is 1,500, and the per capita amount will be calculated based on the number of people at that time, remember!"
Chen Yang watched the old man leave, thinking in his mind about the task prompt this time, to make more money.
Those three words were the most profound thing I felt on the last day.
Chen Yang did not delay. He took his and Chao Jian's goods and set up the stall neatly.
The middle-aged woman who sold chickens died, the seat was empty, and the shoemaker didn't come, so it was a bad omen.
There was no one on either side of Chen Yang.
He looked at the situation over there with Chao Jian and Liu Shun. All the stalls around them were still there, and they were all from other places.
The vendors shouted at the top of their lungs.
The market was always bustling and noisy.
It seemed as if the eleven dead people and the eleven missing stalls had never existed from the beginning.
“How do you sell plates
A middle-aged woman came over and pointed at the plate of goldfish on the stall.
Chen Yang perked up immediately. The plate was not what he sold, but one of the ten or so items distributed to him this time. He was not familiar with it and had not had time to look at the price list.
"Do you have a set? I also want to buy a spoon."
"Yes, I'll find it." Chen Yang smiled gently and secretly flipped through the price list. "Yes, yes, there are sets. I'll get them for you. Wait a moment."
Sometimes the more you hope there won't be any accidents, the sooner they happen.
Everyone set up their stalls at nine o'clock, and Liu Shun died at around ten o'clock.
Died in the corner behind the market.
The body found by Xiaoxiang.
There were no wounds or abnormalities on Liu Shun's body, except for the first day when he was implicated by Li Ping, and the marks on his neck from being strangled by Jiang Ren had deepened.
Like Zhang Guangrong, he was strangled to death along the circle of marks.
Chen Yang was so focused on selling things that he didn't notice when Liu Shun left the stall. He guessed that he couldn't have left at that time to look for something to eat, but must have been in a hurry to pee.
He remembered that Liu Shun drank several bowls of porridge in the morning, which was very watery.
That stuff has too much moisture.
Now that Liu Shun was dead, everyone had to leave their stalls and meet up at the back of the market.
"It's Jiang Da again. It must be related to ancestor worship. Someone will die if he draws the lottery." Wang Xiaobei said towards the market, glancing at her stall. If anyone wanted to buy something, she could rush over in time.
“What unknown taboo could it be…” Wang Kuanyou frowned.
Chen Yang did not communicate with Wang Kuanyou. He stood next to Chao Jian, his eyes fixed on the marks on Liu Shun's neck.
Wang Kuanyou looked at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking, the original cause of Jiang Miao's death involved ancestor worship, she would say sorry, many times," Chen Yang said, "I don't know if there was anyone present when this one died, last night..."
Before Chen Yang could finish, Wang Xiaobei interrupted and said, "No!"
"He didn't say that. I'm very sensitive to that sentence. I'm sure I didn't hear it!"
Then Wang Xiaobei expressed her own opinion: "Only those who died after selling the family property would say that. Jiang Da would not say that if he did not sell the family property. Isn't this normal?"
Chen Yang nodded: "Yes, it's normal. Jiang Da drew a blank lottery ticket, and no one sold the family property, so why did he die?"
"Anyway, it violated a taboo." said Wang Xiaobei.
Chen Yang bent three fingers and tapped Chao Jian's cane, making a crisp sound.
She half closed her eyes and let him hit her with the cane.
Nowadays, every second can be money, and we can't just stand here forever.
Wang Xiaobei was the most anxious, she wanted to go back to her stall.
"I'm over there. You guys can continue the discussion if you want."
At this moment, Chen Xishuang muttered: "Both Jiang Da are gone..."
Chen Yang looked over suddenly, his eyes containing an indescribable sternness.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Chen Xishuang subconsciously stood up straight and asked in confusion.
Chen Yang patted Chen Xishuang on the shoulder: "No, you are right, you are very right."
The next moment, he said something that was completely irrelevant.
"My opinion is that it was man-made." Chen Yang said, looking at Liu Shun's body.
The air in the corner suddenly froze.
"What do you mean?" Wang Xiaobei looked confused. "Are you saying that Jiang Da was strangled to death, not that he was killed for violating a taboo?"
"How is that possible!" She looked unconvinced.
Wang Kuanyou locked his eyes on Chen Yang: "There is no reason to do this. If there are fewer people, the per capita quota will increase, which is not good for us."
"Yes, yes." Chen Xishuang nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
"I have been thinking about how to break the situation of ancestor worship. There must be a way, there must be a loophole, but I just can't think of it."
Chen Yang said: "Now I know."
He scratched the back of his neck, which was covered with goose bumps. “Someone thought of this loophole in advance and took action.”
"That person is among us."
"who?"
The author has something to say: See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow, see you tomorrow, I will finish this story tomorrow.