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

Chapter 82 Paper Doll Origami
Song Miaozhu placed three small paper figures near the printer and computer in the basement, and asked them to search and organize the purchased products, print product information and quotations.

I originally just wanted to test whether they could do the job, but I didn't expect that the three little paper figures, one looking at the purchasing order, one stepping on the keyboard, and one pushing the mouse, completely followed Song Miaozhu's habit of doing information, and completed the entire process of searching product information, saving pictures, organizing product information documents, and printing.

We even worked together to carry the stapler and do the binding.

That’s not all. They actually logged into the online shopping software on their computer and entered the correct password.

When the prompt to send the verification code appeared, they all looked up at her.

Somehow, when Song Miaozhu looked at the empty eye holes on the paper people, the words "Now it's your turn" popped up in her mind.

She took out her phone and the verification message came: "98327."

The little paper man immediately jumped onto the keyboard and typed in this string of numbers.

Login was successful.

Search for products, place orders and pay, all in one go.

The deduction information has already appeared on Song Miaozhu's mobile phone.

As expected of the little paper figures who shared her brain, they worked just as efficiently as she did. Song Miaozhu confidently handed the job to them:
"I'll get a new phone card tomorrow and buy you a work phone."

Otherwise, when you log into the shopping software on this computer, you may need to use the mobile phone verification code again after a few attempts.

The last three still free little paper figures sat idle on her shoulders, tugging at her hair to express their dissatisfaction.

Song Miaozhu couldn't figure out what to do with them for a while.

When she walked into the paper-making workshop and saw the gold paper on the table, she suddenly had an idea: "Help me cut the paper!"

The gold paper I buy is cut into pieces, and I have to cut it into the right size every time before I can make paper-made items.

With their help, she could save a lot of time.

After receiving the order, three little paper figures floated onto the table hand in hand.

Folding paper, lifting scissors, cutting, there is no difference except that because of their small size and lack of strength, they have to cooperate in many things, and the speed of cutting paper is slower than Song Miaozhu himself.

Song Miaozhu sat contentedly on the sofa and began to practice folding golden lotus flowers.

As the golden lotus in her hand took shape, the spiritual energy stored in the space of her eyebrow spiritual platform gradually surrounded the red spiritual crystal and condensed into a new spiritual crystal.

By the time the golden lotus flowers around her filled half the bamboo basket, the little paper people had also finished cutting all the gold paper on the table.

According to Song Miaozhu's habit, she would only cut a piece of gold paper in advance, so the little paper people did not continue to go to the warehouse to get paper, but floated to Song Miaozhu's side.

When Song Miaozhu folded a piece of gold paper, a little paper man brought her the next piece of paper.

Little paper people also helped her carry the folded golden lotus flowers into the bamboo basket.

When the bamboo basket was full, they helped her carry it to the ghost shop warehouse where the golden lotus was kept and replaced it with a new empty bamboo basket.

Song Miaozhu doesn't have to worry about anything else except making paper-cut items.

The three little paper figures helped her with everything.

Feeling a little sleepy, Song Miaozhu stopped temporarily, mobilized his spiritual power to circulate around his body, and restored his physical strength and energy.

Looking at the busy little paper people, Song Miaozhu suddenly had an idea. Since they could act as her little assistants, could she let them make paper-cut things?
If it was a traditional paper-cut servant, Song Miaozhu would definitely not dare to think about it.

But for some reason, the little paper figures she made were more spiritual than the ones described in "The Secret Art of Paper-cutting", which were made by people who had practiced paper-cutting to the highest level.

Each little paper figure seems to be a small clone of her.

She intuitively felt that it was related to her spiritual power. The current cultivation rules were favorable to handicraft skills.

Paper figurines can be made using computers, mobile phones, and documents, so there’s no reason why they can’t be made using paper crafts!

There’s nothing wrong with giving it a try, just start with the simplest paper ingot!

When this idea popped up in her mind, the three little paper figures who helped her serve tea, water, pass paper and move the wastebasket paused, then went to the warehouse to get gold paper to cut gold ingots.

Song Miaozhu was watching closely. After they cut out a few pieces of paper, they began to fold them.

One small paper figure cannot even support a piece of gold ingot paper, so three small paper figures working together are just right.

After a while, a bulging paper ingot took shape.

Song Miaozhu picked it up and asked, "A gold ingot of low quality?"

She was not disappointed at all, and was even a little surprised.

Her paper shop is becoming more and more famous.

If more people can open their third eyes, they will naturally know what ghosts think of those paper figures that print banknotes. Then, her high-quality paper figures, even if they are expensive, may not be unsalable in the world of the living.

Unfortunately, it hasn't reached that point yet.

Only a few people know about it, and they don’t understand it very clearly.

At present, it has not reached the point where we spend a lot of money to buy exquisite paper figurines for the dead.

The first-grade gold ingot costs two hundred yuan each, the second-grade costs two thousand yuan, and the third-grade costs twenty thousand yuan.

It can’t be sold at this price in the world of the living.

The paper shops in the world of the living are now trying to sell the low-quality gold ingots that cannot be sold in the underworld.

These inferior gold ingots will not be like paper money that cannot preserve the life of the deceased and waste the thoughts of relatives. The speed at which the life of the deceased is lost will also be much slower. The price is only slightly more expensive than printed banknotes, and the cost-effectiveness is still very high.

E Hongjuan wants it, Boss Wu wants it, Grandpa Zhao wants it, Chen Ma and the others also want it, and I'm afraid the people from the Spirit Adjustment Group will also buy some later.

There were only a few of the inferior gold ingots that Song Miaozhu had made before.

The little money she earned from the ungraded gold ingots was nothing to her, but she still had to maintain these personal relationships.

Unfortunately, she can only control herself to make first-, second- or third-grade gold ingots now, and she can't make any lower-grade ones at all.

I didn’t expect that I could make a little paper figure. It was a pleasant surprise.

So I let them fold gold ingots aside.

I just don't know if they can get high-quality gold ingots after they have folded so many gold ingots.

If possible, she could open a large paper-making workshop by herself with her little paper figures.

As Song Miaozhu watched, she suddenly realized that although she was not making paper-cutting at the moment, the spiritual energy in the space between her eyebrows gradually condensed into a red spiritual crystal.

However, the condensation speed was very slow. If it wasn't for the fact that it was quite interesting to see the little paper people working together to fold gold ingots, she would have watched for a while longer and still wouldn't have noticed it.

"Does folding gold ingots from paper figurines count as my cultivation?" Song Miaozhu was extremely surprised. "If that's the case, who can match my cultivation speed?"

The spiritual energy in the house had long been absorbed by her. In order to verify this guess more accurately, Song Miaozhu took out a medium-grade spirit stone.

He used his spiritual power to draw out a tiny thread of spiritual energy and scattered it in the air of the paper-making studio.

(End of this chapter)