The bookstore has always been a peaceful place, so peaceful that it exudes a strong smell of salted fish;
But despite this, for ordinary people or other dead souls who are "blinded by one leaf",
This place is almost equivalent to the Yama Palace on earth.
This is not an exaggeration.
It was in Tongcheng that Boss Zhou created the current lineup of the bookstore based on his hard work and recruiting talents from all over the world in the past few years.
Compared with the book house in Tongcheng, the execution grounds of the head constables in other cities are inferior to them in terms of both personnel and hardware facilities.
Any little boy can destroy the place.
The ghost girl was panicking.
She cried and shouted that the world outside was too dangerous and she wanted to go back to the grave.
Fortunately, Boss Zhou has always been kind to others;
He did not trouble the ghost girl,
Instead, he squatted down in front of the ghost in a very approachable manner.
There is kindness in his eyes;
Kindness is brewing in the smile;
There is tenderness in the words;
"You can go back, but you have to tell me where you got all the ghost money from."
This is a concern.
It is human nature not to show off one's wealth.
The same goes for being a ghost.
Boss Zhou thinks that you are a small evil spirit, carrying so much money on you is simply a crime;
For her safety and future,
Boss Zhou felt that he should take the initiative to take over this danger and responsibility.
In fact, something like ghost money has different forms in different periods.
In the past few decades, it has been expressed in the form of banknotes, but for a long time before, it was presented in the form of "gold ingots" and "silver ingots". Even now, many families still retain the custom of preparing gold and silver paper ingots before the anniversary of the death and waiting to burn them on that day.
The production and economic activities in the world of the living have indeed brought great impact and changes to many things in the world of the dead.
Maybe,
In more ancient times, ghost money may have taken the form of shells.
Of course, no matter what form it takes, it is just a form. The true meaning of ghost money is the merit value it represents, which is more like a most objective summary of your previous life.
When an ordinary person dies, unless you are a very evil person, you will have some ghost money with you after death. It is a bit like travel expenses, used to bribe the little ghosts on the road.
If you do a lot of good deeds and accumulate virtue in your daily life, or your children offer you sufficient offerings, or if your children do a lot of good deeds and accumulate virtue and also offer sacrifices to you, then the deceased's soul will naturally carry more paper money for the dead.
But no matter how much,
There is also a limit.
The female ghost in front of him was so generous as to take out several stacks of ghost money, which obviously exceeded the maximum amount she could possibly have, unless she had been doing good deeds from birth to now in her previous life and accumulated too many merits.
But if you look at what she is doing now and her identity as a ghost, there are obvious inconsistencies.
At this time, when facing Zhou Ze's questioning, the female ghost did not hide anything. She had no need to hide anything, and answered timidly:
"I picked it up."
"oh."
Boss Zhou stood up slowly.
His face began to become serious and resolute.
He said in a deep voice:
"Everyone has the right to punish those who commit evil and perverse practices!"
The ghost girl shuddered.
Busy:
"I found it in front of an abandoned grave. I can take you there!"
The angles of his face softened again.
Boss Zhou squatted down again.
Reaching out and grabbing the ghost's cold hand,
road:
"Thanks a lot."
… … …
The dinner was great. Yingying’s cooking skills had improved to the point that even Zhou Ze was a little surprised.
Although he had just woken up and his body was still recovering, there was no need for him to eat too much meat or drink too much, nor was it suitable for him to overeat. However, Zhou Ze tasted each dish with several chopsticks.
After dinner, Zhou Ze thought about it and ordered Lao Zhang's dish.
There's no way, Lawyer An is not here, otherwise it would be most appropriate to let Lawyer An handle this matter.
As for where is Lawyer An now
Maybe he is still spending his youth and sweat on some section of the provincial road.
I don't know if he regretted giving the inner elixir to the white fox to nourish it and then integrating it himself.
It seems that this kind of "hybridization" attempt is very popular these days.
I am mixed,
Also became stronger.
After getting into Lao Zhang's car, Lao Zhang had already taken off his police uniform and changed into casual clothes. The car he drove back today was not a police car, which made the female ghost feel much more comfortable.
An excellent and upright police officer shines in the eyes of ghosts.
After getting in the car, following the ghost girl's instructions, Lao Zhang drove to a rural location below Lushi Town.
This place is not far from South Street, and it takes more than an hour to drive there. If it were in other cities, Zhou Ze might not be bothered to come here in person, or simply wait for Lawyer An to come back the next day and ask Lawyer An to come here in person.
Since he is still within Tongcheng, Boss Zhou feels that he has been a "vegetative" for a year and he has to earn some money to supplement his family income.
For an ordinary middle-aged man, with a wife and children, as long as he is still alive, he is either making money or on his way to work.
Just like an old ox, pulling the millstone again and again.
Boss Zhou is a little better off since the employees in the bookstore are all richer than him, but he can't just give up on himself, right
It’s not even 24 hours since I woke up and I’m making some extra money. It’s a good start.
When we arrived at the destination, the car stopped.
This is a typical small rural area in the south of the Yangtze River. The village is on the other side of the river, and this side is all farmland.
The female ghost walked in front, and Zhou Ze and Lao Zhang followed behind.
Boss Zhou yawned, and his body, which had just awakened, was still a little shaky as he walked on the field road. Old Zhang stood behind him, ready to support Zhou Ze at any time.
"Has anything interesting happened this year?"
Zhou Ze asked.
There is no big deal, Yingying has already told me.
But late at night, as I was walking in the fields, I felt like talking and wanted to find something to talk about.
"It's nothing serious. If there's anything interesting, it's that last year's Spring Festival Gala was uglier than the year before."
"Oh, is that so."
Boss Zhou still remembers Feng Xiaogang's Spring Festival Gala a few years ago, which was criticized online because there were too many songs and dances.
But looking back now, it seems that that year was the most entertaining Spring Festival Gala in recent years.
"Boss, I actually want to hear you talk about what happened in hell."
"Wait for Lawyer An to come back tomorrow and let him tell you the story. He will embellish it and make it sound better."
"All right."
The two grown men chatted casually.
finally,
The female ghost in front stopped.
Pointing forward,
road:
"Here it is."
In front, there is a bamboo forest in a corner of the farmland, and the river runs through the bamboo forest.
Standing outside, you can vaguely see the tombstones scattered around inside in the moonlight.
It's a bit of an exaggeration to call it a mass grave, but the graves here do look like they haven't been taken care of for a long time.
In recent years, tombstones with two-story small houses have become popular in rural areas, but most of them still retain the structure of earthen graves.
And the earthen hat on the grave,
Every year on the anniversary of his death or Qingming Festival,
Those who come to pay their respects will use a shovel to dig out a square mud hat from the mud nearby. After the paper money is burned and the worship is over, they will put the new mud hat on top.
If there are many brothers in the family and many people need to pay tribute,
Alas, during those days of the anniversary of the death,
The first eldest brother or other brothers who arrive will dig the earthen hat first, burn paper money and leave, and then put the earthen hat back on after the last person who comes to burn paper money and pay tribute has finished.
But the earthen cap of the grave here had collapsed long ago, and it was obviously an abandoned grave.
"How did you find this place?"
Zhou Ze asked the female ghost with some curiosity.
The female ghost pointed to a small mound at the innermost part and said, "This is my grandmother's grave."
Zhou Ze nodded, but the place where the female ghost picked up the money was not her grandmother's grave, but a place near the river.
The grave has sunk so deep that it is almost unrecognizable.
But there is a relatively flat area with some traces of burning left on it, which shows that someone had held a memorial service here not long ago.
"When I visited my grandma before, I picked up a lot of ghost money here. Lots and lots of it."
"A lot?"
“I spent a lot.”
She was able to escape from crisis several times, so naturally she spent a lot of money to build relationships.
Boss Zhou picked up a stone helplessly, threw it into the river, and smiled.
He thought he came here to pick up money, but who knew this would be the result. Boss Zhou pondered, wondering whether he should open the grave now to see if there were any good things inside.
In fact, we can ask Lao Zhang to check who has held a memorial ceremony here and what kind of person with such merits and virtues could burn so much paper money for the dead.
But it seems a bit inappropriate to let political correctness do such petty things.
The evening breeze is blowing,
Just when Boss Zhou was about to admit defeat and go back empty-handed, his nose suddenly felt hot and he sniffed. He seemed a little unsure, so he pulled Lao Zhang and asked:
"Lao Zhang, do you smell anything?"
"Hmm? It seems a little bit."
"Very close. Very close."
Who would come to a cemetery to cook so late at night
Besides, there is no one here.
Lao Zhang immediately lay on the ground and started sniffing with his eyes closed. The professional habits of the old detective were really scary.
soon,
Old Zhang opened his eyes.
With a look of shock on his face, he pointed to the sunken area ahead and said:
"Down here!"
“Is it reliable?”
Boss Zhou also lay down in an ungraceful manner along with Lao Zhang.
"Beef stew with potatoes!"
Lao Zhang could tell the name of the dish right away!
It's no wonder that I come here to eat by chance every day.
Or is this the innate skill that Wangcai gave to Lao Zhang
When the female ghost saw that the two adults were lying down, she felt embarrassed to stand, so she also lay down, but she dared not say anything.
Old Zhang stretched out his hand and looked at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze nodded and indicated that it was okay.
Lao Zhang started digging with his hands because the soil here was very soft due to its proximity to the river.
After digging with his bare hands for a while, Lao Zhang carefully lifted up a lump of soil from below and put it aside.
under,
Immediately, a small hollow area appeared.
Very small,
It's about the same size as an ordinary desktop computer.
There are two bowls inside.
The big bowl contained a portion of beef stewed with potatoes.
In the small bowl is rice.
There is also a pair of chopsticks next to it.
Boss Zhou picked up the chopsticks.
Pick up a piece of beef from the large bowl.
"Boss, be careful, it's poisonous." Lao Zhang reminded professionally.
Zhou Ze nodded, agreeing with him.
Then he brought the piece of beef picked up with chopsticks to Lao Zhang.
"Try it."
“… …” Lao Zhang.
I had some things to do today and missed my rest, so I will only update once tonight.
I owed two updates before, I paid back one, and I still owe one.
Plus the one I owe today,
Tomorrow at 4 o'clock, all debts will be paid off.
Don't panic!