Whenever my neighbors try to get close to me, their topics of conversation always involve Feng Shui, wealth, and graveyards. Someone dreams of a dead dog at home and asks me if anything bad has happened to the family, which makes me laugh and cry.
I feel a headache when I see Uncle Yinzi's expression of asking for something. Please don't ask ridiculous questions. Sometimes they really ask questions that you can't answer, just like a child asking his mother, why did mom and dad get married and then I was born? How was I born? This is still good, you know the answer, but you just don't know how to answer it.
Uncle Yinzi turned around and looked at the two guests at the table opposite him. He seemed quite cautious, and then whispered to me, "Nephew, you just came back, right? I was just about to look for you."
I smiled and said, "Tell me what you want to say."
Uncle Yinzi turned his head and looked at the guest opposite, stretched his head forward, lowered his voice and said: "A few nights ago, a foreigner came here to eat. His face was very pale, like a dead person. He asked us where you had been and when you would be back. I was curious and asked him how he knew you, and he said you were friends." At this point, he looked up at the guest again, like a thief, extremely nervous.
I was stunned. When friends come to see me, especially those from other places, I really can't remember who they are. But, could it be that they are evil sorcerers, and they are asking for my information to get the whereabouts of the Sky Lantern
"Uncle Yinzi, what does this man look like?" Seeing that he was quite cautious, I lowered my voice and asked.
"He looks quite handsome, and obviously a city guy, probably in his twenties. He speaks in a cold voice. Since he sat there, he has been like a dead person and has never smiled." Uncle Yinzi said.
"What happened next?" I smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen and couldn't help swallowing.
Uncle Yinzi's face suddenly turned bitter and he said, "Later, I didn't know when you, my nephew, would come back, so I asked him if he had been to your house to see your mother. The young man said nothing and then stopped talking. He just ate and drank. After he finished eating, he didn't ask how much it cost. He just left a hundred yuan and left. The meal cost only fifty-six yuan. I chased him out to give him the change, but I couldn't see him as soon as I went out. I felt very puzzled and was afraid that he had given me a fake bill. I shone it under the light, and guess what happened?" He widened his eyes and looked extremely frightened.
What's wrong with you today? Why are you always keeping me in suspense? I smiled bitterly and asked, "What's going on?"
"It's a ghost money!" Uncle Yinzi said with his eyes wide open and his voice getting louder. When he saw the guest opposite looking at him, he was so scared that he quickly covered his mouth.
I followed suit and glared. Damn, that person was a ghost, and he was my friend. He looked so young, who could it be? I said, "Uncle Yinzi, someone is playing a prank on you. The money you gave him at the beginning was ghost money. Didn't you see it clearly?"
Uncle Yinzi shook his head: "Don't think that your uncle is over 50 years old, but now his ears and eyes are not deaf and blurry, how could he be wrong? And your aunt also saw it, this thing can't be wrong."
I frowned. Giving paper money for meals was intentional trouble. It seemed that he was targeting me. I immediately asked where the paper money was. Let me see it. Uncle Yinzi asked me to go to the inner room with him. Aunt Yin had just finished cooking and brought it to me. I didn't care about eating and followed him in.
Uncle Yinzi opened the drawer and took out the ghost money for me. I was stunned when I saw it. This was definitely real money from the underworld, not a joke for the living. Because the ghost money we burn for our deceased relatives is money from the living world, printed with the Bank of Heaven and Earth, but after the underworld bank receives it, it will erase the Bank of Heaven and Earth's handwriting and stamp it with the seal of the underworld, which means that it can only be circulated in the underworld and cannot be spent in the living world.