Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 4

There is a dead person in the laundry room!
A person's life is so simple, disappearing before everyone's eyes.

Abrupt, bizarre, and hardly real.

The inspector was alarmed, and immediately brought a few guards over, dragged up the dead bodies on the ground, and ordered them to be sent to the mortuary, so that they could be buried.

When dealing with these matters, the steward's expression was indifferent, as if he was used to dead people, he didn't even try to find out how the sharp-nosed monkey died, he just said to the rest of the servants: "Okay, okay, why panic? Who didn't die? Live to work hard, you know?"

After speaking, the steward and the guards took the dead sharp-nosed monkey and left.

It was as if... the dead person had never been here before.

There was a sudden silence in the second washroom, and it was at this moment that this group of new handymen truly realized how easy it is to die after being contaminated with hostility!

It is said that people who enter the washing room often don't live for three to five years, but according to the current situation, let alone three or five years, it is God's blessing to live another year or two.

In the silent second bathroom, everyone's working hands seemed to be shaking.

Song Ciwan's hands were also shaking, and she was also greatly shocked.

The shock that had never been experienced before, the blood seemed to be half cold, and there was an indescribable weight on the heart.

Since ancient times, who has never died?But this kind of death is really desolate.

One day passed in such repetitive and mechanical labor, and then nothing "big event" happened in the washing room until the hour of You, when the washing room stopped working.

The steward settles the wages for the handymen: Yes, the wages for cleaning the house are settled daily.

Song Ciwan received one hundred copper coins, which made her feel a little relieved after a heavy day.

One hundred wen a day, and three liang of silver a month without saying anything, this is indeed a very high salary for the people at the bottom.

She got a pair of goat demon alveoli from the steward, and immediately decided to take this pair of alveoli, go to the vegetable market to buy some grains and side dishes, and go back home to make spicy fried lung slices.

Just spend [-] Wen, and save the remaining [-] Wen to pay off the debt at the end of the month.

Song Ciwan lived in a planned way, and the side dishes didn't cost a few pennies, so she mainly wanted to stockpile food.

Not too much, just two or three buckets a day, so that you can save a lot in a month.

Then dig a cellar at home, in addition to storing food, you can also store some vegetables that are convenient to store, and other daily necessities.

Song Ciwan calculated carefully, strolled to the vegetable market, still wearing the "command service uniform", maintaining the special effect of keeping dogs away from three feet.

The vegetable market in Nancheng was bustling with people. Some butchers were chopping meat and bones until they thumped loudly, shouting loudly like drums: "Sanhua mutton is on sale today, at eight cents a catty..."

There were also hawkers sitting on the ground with dishes spread out in front of them, but they didn’t say a word, and waited for the buyers to come up to them before they hurriedly greeted them: “The vegetables you grow at home are worth two pennies, ma’am, would you like to see them?”

There are also beggars walking back and forth, holding a bowl and stretching out their hands, yelling humbly: "Good-hearted people, please do me a favor, give me a stutter, just one bite..."

There is a bean curd stand at the corner. Steaming bean curd floats out of wooden barrels, and the aroma of scallion sauce is lingering.

A lot of regular customers crowded around, and an old man with a wooden cup in his hand moved a stool and sat there, haha ​​haha ​​​​talking about books: "Why don't you say that the great Confucianism has thousands of horses and horses with his brush. On that day, Black clouds overwhelm the city and it is about to be destroyed, and when the Dragon King of Hengshui is angry, the waves rise thousands of feet. The monsters of the river all over the sky come riding on the waves, it is really the danger of destroying the city, and the suffering of the spirits!"

"Our demon emissaries in Cangling County are all dispatched. There are innate warriors who leap hundreds of feet and walk like flying; When it hits it, countless monsters will break their tendons and bones..."

He spoke so eloquently that all kinds of grand scenes seemed to be witnessed in person, and the audience around were stunned and exclaimed from time to time.

Those leaping hundreds of feet and flying swords like rain, have they ever been the scenes that ordinary people in the market can see?
In the world of mortals, they only know that when they open their eyes, they will be born, grow old, get sick, and die. Those legendary gods and monsters may never see them in their entire lives, but they spend their entire lives dreaming about them.

Someone said with emotion: "It's still interesting to listen to Mo Laoguai's storytelling. The ones in the former Ming Street teahouse asked for money, but they all told stories about old sesame seeds and rotten millet. It's not exciting!"

Some people echoed: "Isn't that right? What a down-and-out boy worships the master of the martial arts gym. He refines his skin in ten days, his tendons in a hundred days, and his bones in a thousand days. Within five years, he will generate blood and blood to refine his organs. A big knife for a while, killing the devil to avenge his parents, and then joining the Demon Killing Guards, having an official status and success, and marrying a beautiful girl. Tired of hearing..."

Someone laughed: "Hey hey, I'm tired of hearing it, how can you still speak it so skillfully?"

Someone interrupted them hastily: "Hey, why are you guys interrupting so much? Don't we want to listen to the great Confucianism writing thousands of troops, thousands of troops... What are ten thousand horses? Can you concentrate!"

No, no, Mo Laoguai, the storyteller, is already angry: "It's boring, let's not talk, a group of rams who stretch their necks and can't sit still, go back, old man, I'll go back and feed the chickens!"

The audience around were anxious, those who admitted their mistakes quickly admitted their mistakes, and those who kept people hurriedly kept them, but Mo Laoguai was stubborn, and he didn't respond to anyone's good words. He just picked up his stool, held the wooden cup and stretched Go to the bean curd stall and say loudly: "Old Chen, please refill a bowl. Today, I, Lao Mo, have talked for an hour, hurry up and refill!"

Boss Chen of the bean curd stall hurriedly scooped a spoonful of bean curd into Mo Laoguai's wooden cup, added chopped green onion and sesame oil pickles to him, and stammered, "Old, old Mo, then you, you, you tomorrow, tomorrow Still, come back!"

Satisfied with getting the bean curd, Mr. Mo immediately raised his hand: "Okay, come back tomorrow, two bowls of bean curd are a must!"

After finishing speaking, he limped away with a wooden cup in his arms on the stool.

No wonder he was called Mo Laoguai, but he was lame in one leg.

Song Ciwan, who was standing next to him, listened to the book for a while, and seeing Mo Lao walking past him with a limp, he quickly moved out of the way.

Unexpectedly, there was a rogue who couldn't keep people, and suddenly felt unwilling, at this moment, he quietly stretched out a leg, and suddenly tripped over Mo Laoguai's feet.

Mo Laoguai suddenly lost his balance and lunged forward.

Seeing that he was about to fall head-on and be eaten by a dog, Song Ciwan caught his wooden cup with one hand and his arm with the other, only the stool he was holding flew out at this moment.

"Ouch!" But there was a cry of pain.

And bang bang.

It turned out that the flying stool hit Poppi who was stumbling, and Poppi immediately jumped up, hugged his injured instep and cried out in pain.

Mo Laoguai stood firm and glared at Popi.

Poppi also glared back angrily, and his eyes fell on Song Ciwan. When he saw the gray coat and red piping on her body, he was shocked and frightened: "You, you...you are the cleaner!"

Song Ciwan's lips moved slightly, and before he could speak, Poppi shouted again: "Washer, hahaha, Mo Laoguai, you are miserable!"

After saying this, Poppy turned around and got into the crowd to escape.

The people watching around also hurriedly dispersed, those who wash the room, can you stay away?Just now Mo Laoguai fell while walking, could it be that he was affected by the bad luck of washing the room?
Song Ciwan was a little stunned, not to mention the behavior of others, she didn't bother to care about it, she was surprised that at the moment when she was supporting Mo Laoguai, her scales moved again.

The illusory weighing pan and the weighing beam emerged, and there was a cloud of light blue gas lying on the weighing pan: [Eight-point hermit morale, a big hermit hidden in the market, can be traded. 】

Hey!Hey?
What's the situation?Surprise or scare?

Eight points of morale, where did it come from?
Song Ciwan's eyes fell on Mo Laoguai who was grinning.

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(End of this chapter)