After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 21 Qingming Hanging
After returning home, Song Miaozhu first made goat milk powder for the three kittens, and then went to look at the resumes she received yesterday.

By the way, I moved out all the new resumes received in the shop today.

There were too many, Song Miaozhu couldn’t even keep up.

At eleven o'clock, after opening the door of the ghost shop, Song Miaozhu immediately tore off the recruitment notice on the shop door.

"Boss Song, why did you tear it up so quickly? Did you attract a ghost?" asked the ghost customer who was crowding at the door to buy goods.

"I received too many resumes, and I can only choose the right ones after I have read them all," said Song Miaozhu.

"Hurry up!" The ghost customer squeezed into the store. "I've been squeezing in from yesterday until today, and it's finally my turn. Hurry up, get me a bottle of Coke, the 2L one!"

"Okay! A total of 16 ghost money." Song Miaozhu said.

"Here, here, here!" A handful of paper money was thrown onto the counter. The ghost guest held the bottle of drink and drank it up: "Great! A sixteen-dollar Coke, and the first sip is worth fourteen and a half dollars!"

"Walk slowly!"

As soon as he left, the next ghost guest quickly took over.

The Anshou Ghost Shop's business of special products from the mortal world had only been going on for four days, and both Song Miaozhu and the ghost customers had already adapted to the shop's rules.

Today's bulk goods sold out quickly, and the ghost customer who signed a large purchasing intention order yesterday came.

After receiving the deposit, Song Miaozhu even had time to calculate today's income.

The deposits collected today are about the same as yesterday, but there are more bulk goods and more sales. Overall, we still make more money than yesterday.

A total of more than 310,000 ghost money was received, which is equivalent to more than 620,000 yuan in RMB.

Before I could put the ghost money into the treasure bowl, an old ghost wearing a Song Dynasty official robe looked at the store door for a few times and walked in:
"Where's the shopkeeper? Do you have any high-quality Qingming hangings for sale?"

"I'm the shopkeeper," Song Miaozhu said. "Sorry, we're sold out of the specialties from the Yang World. Right now, we only have a few first- to third-grade gold ingot coin molds for sale, and the quantities are limited. We also offer a purchasing service for large sums from the Yang World."

"A new owner?" The old ghost in official robes looked at her and shook his head, saying with disappointment, "Number 414 Yinshui Lane is really getting worse with each generation."

After saying that, he walked away shaking his head.

Song Miaozhu's face flushed with embarrassment, and the excitement of making a fortune today faded a little.

In many places, there is a custom of hanging Qingming pendants in front of ancestral graves during the Qingming Festival.

The underworld also has corresponding customs.

It is written in the "Fengdu New Ghost Notes" that at the end of Qingming Festival every year, the Fengdu government office will hold a Qingming Flower Fair to select the most beautiful Qingming hanging. The winning ghost will receive a large reward of his life.

It can be regarded as a grand ceremony in the underworld.

Recently, there have been many Qingming Festival ceremonies in the world of the living, and the underworld has become more colorful.

The ghosts who got the Qingming pendants started to walk around Fengdu City with the colorful Qingming pendants to show off early.

However, the standard of beauty in the world of the living is different from that in the underworld.

Because ghosts cannot take away the entity of the Qingming paper flowers, they can only take away its shape or thought.

The machine-pressed Qingming hanging paper flowers that are popular in the world of the living look colorful in the world of the living, but ghosts can only take away one-hundredth of them.

Only the Qingming hangings, which are the product of the meticulous efforts of paper-making craftsmen, can accommodate larger shapes and thus carry more of the thoughts of loved ones. And only the Qingming hanging paper flowers, which carry the thoughts of loved ones, can be as vivid and dazzling as real flowers in the underworld.

The high-quality Qingming hanging paper flowers mentioned in Song Miaozhu's "The Secret Art of Paper-making" are not only lifelike in the underworld, but can also provide shelter for the souls of ghosts, protect them from wind and rain, and even resist the harm of yang energy.

The Qingming hangings made by our ancestors have won the first prize at the Fengdu Qingming Flower Festival many times and are the object of fierce competition among Fengdu ghosts.

If it weren't for this old ghost, Song Miaozhu would have thought that the glory of Anshoutang's ancestors was only recorded in the "Secret Art of Paper-making".

The Heavenly Grade Ghost Shop Owner's Certificate allows living people to travel between the Yin and Yang worlds. It is what our ancestors prepared for their descendants to help them survive the hardships of the Yang world and better learn and pass on the secret art of paper-making.

As the new shopkeeper, she hasn't even mastered the simplest money model, but she is complacent about the money she earned from reselling specialties from the living world. This is really inappropriate.

Song Miaozhu calmed down.

She must select employees from the ghost shop as soon as possible to help her take care of the ghost shop so that she can have time to study the secret art of paper-making, otherwise it would be putting the cart before the horse.

Even from the perspective of making money, the profit from selling high-quality paper-made items is much higher than reselling items from the world of the living.

In fact, the difficulty of making Qingming hangings is only slightly higher than that of paper ingots. They are all Yin paper-made items that can only shine in the underworld and are specially provided for ghosts.

Song Miaozhu closed the shop, converted the ghost money into RMB, and then returned to the world of the living.

【Zhifubao arrived at 623212】

Seeing this number this time, Song Miaozhu was much calmer.

The next day, Song Miaozhu went out early with the cat bag and two large bulging black plastic bags.

Today is the day she, Chen Ma and Chen Shuanghe agreed to go to the cemetery together.

The Chen family was at the foot of Xiaozhu Mountain and was the closest household to Song Miaozhu's in the town, so they arrived there quickly.

Chen Shuanghe was cleaning the windows of his beloved car when he heard footsteps and turned around to look: "Ah! Miaozhu, you brought Yuanbao and the others with you too?"

"They're still young and need milk every four hours. I'm worried about leaving them at home." Song Miaozhu said, "Pets are not allowed in the cemetery. Can I leave the cats in your car temporarily?"

The kittens were quite brave and followed her to the city without any adverse reactions, so Song Miaozhu dared to carry them with her.

"Of course!" Chen Shuanghe said, "Come here, I'll get you a cat bag. Put your things in the trunk first! Oh, and you have to tell them not to scratch me! These three little guys you picked up aren't big, but they're very clever. They've already recognized you, as if they understand what I'm saying. If you don't tell them, no one else is allowed to touch them!"

"Of course! This is a cat I picked up myself, and it was given to me by the cat's mother herself!" Song Miaozhu said proudly.

"Just keep bragging!" Chen Shuanghe said that she didn't believe a word of it.

Song Miaozhu: “…”

She was helpless. She was telling the truth, but no one believed her.

I know about Uncle Chen, but I can’t say it directly!
Chen Shuanghe held the kitten and petted it for a long time. After Chen's mother came out with something, he reluctantly returned the kitten to Song Miaozhu and went to help her mother open the trunk:
"If the restaurant wasn't so busy and I had no time to take care of it, I would definitely get one. It's so cute!"

When Chen Ma put the paper money, incense sticks, and other things she brought with her into the bag, she caught a glimpse of the golden color peeking out from the opening of the black plastic bag next to her. "Hey! Miaozhu, are you bringing paper gold that you made yourself?"

"Yes. The shop is still under renovation and not much has been made. All the previous products were bought by Grandpa Zhao, and these are the only ones left." Song Miaozhu said.

(End of this chapter)