Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Lin Xiuer's intricate plan was far more meticulous and interesting than she had originally imagined.

In particular, the role of "Niohuru Xiaoqian" that was assigned to her gave her a lot of inspiration!

She had to hurry back and tell Uncle Songnian!

Tonight, Uncle Songnian's superb ventriloquism will finally come in handy!

Moreover, it can not only imitate the sounds of the wind, crying, and owls, but may also create many more unexpected effects.

They need to renegotiate many details.

After watching Liu Ruyan walk away, Lin Xiuer and the others lost their appetite for preparing dinner.

We bought about ten steaming hot meat buns from a street vendor, and each of us ate two or three with some water to fill our stomachs.

Time is of the essence; we need to be well-fed to have the energy to work.

Afterwards, the group headed straight to the paper craft shop in town.

The shop was located at the end of a back alley, with only a dim, pale lantern hanging at the entrance, reflecting the faded words "Funerary Paper Offerings" on the lintel.

A night breeze blew, the lanterns swayed, and the shadows stretched long on the ground, carrying a hint of gloom.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a peculiar smell of old paper, paste, and incense wafted out.

The shop was dimly lit, with only a small oil lamp on the counter.

The walls and the ground were piled with all sorts of paper figures, paper horses, paper houses, and mountains of gold and silver.

White, yellow, and colorful, in the swaying light and shadow, the paper figures' empty eyes and gaping mouths exuded an indescribable eeriness, sending chills down one's spine.

The shopkeeper was a thin old man with a slightly hunched back and deep wrinkles on his face that could trap mosquitoes. He was pasting a paper sedan chair by the light of the lamp.

Seeing so many people rushing in, he didn't even lift his eyelids, only asking in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to buy?"

"Uncle, are the paper figures and 'bone' props we ordered yesterday ready?" Lin Xiuer stepped forward and asked.

The old man slowly put down his work and pointed to the corner of the wall: "Over there, see for yourself."

Following their gaze, the crowd saw several newly made paper figures leaning against the shadows in the corner of the wall.

Unlike the usual festive or rigid rituals involving young boys and girls, these rituals are different.

These paper figures were deathly pale, their bodies twisted, and their faces were drawn with rough strokes to depict a ferocious and painful expression, as if they were screaming silently.

The most amazing thing is that there are several "bones" scattered around, made of thin bamboo strips and cardboard covered with clay and plaster, and painted with ash to make them look old.

Ribs, leg bones, arm bones, and even a complete skull with cracks!

The skull was made exceptionally realistically, with deep-set eye sockets, a prominent nasal bone, and a jawbone that could even open and close slightly.

The surface is also delicately depicted with light ink, showing fine cracks and stains resembling those caused by wind and rain erosion. In the dim light, it looks exactly like the real thing that was just dug out of the ground!

"Hiss—" Wu Liangcai gasped and subconsciously took a half step back.

Chen Mingxuan's eyes widened, a mixture of fear and curiosity; he wanted to get closer but dared not.

Hu Yidao and Liu Sanzhen exclaimed in amazement, "Brother, your skills are absolutely amazing!"

The old man lifted his eyelids slightly, his expression blank: "My cooking skills are just something to fool people with. As long as they're useful, that's enough."

Besides the pre-ordered paper figures and bones, the shop also had many other paper-crafted props hanging and piled up.

It has a monster mask with a blue face and fangs, and a long, scarlet tongue stained with paint.

There were also tattered and worn-out funeral banners; if you didn't know better, you'd think the boss had just smuggled them from someone's grave.

There were even a few "ghosts of death" made to life-size, wearing tall pointed hats, sticking out long tongues, holding chains and mourning sticks, standing quietly in the shadows, as if they might move at any moment.

Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan were now wide-eyed with surprise. Their initial fear was overshadowed by the novelty, and they began pointing and gesturing.

"This mask is great! It has a green face and fangs that can move, it'll definitely scare people!" Chen Mingxuan held the hideous paper mask, admiring it.

"Brother Xuan, look at this long tongue! How about hanging it in the paper doll's mouth?"

"And this banner! Put it at the entrance of the garden!" Wu Liangcai picked up a paper banner and waved it twice.

"Yes, and bring this 'Unstable One' too! One more 'ghost messenger' adds to the imposing presence!"

The two became more and more excited as they looked, feeling that everything was useful, and wished they could empty the entire shop.

Pointing at all the things in the room, she said, "I want this too, and I want that too."

They even took the boss's masterpiece, the store's prized possession, the City of the Dead, which he used to showcase his skills.

A city gate tower made of bamboo frame and colored paper, with paper figures of wronged souls inside the city in a pitiful pose.

Lin Xiuer initially tried to stop them, thinking they were too much of a burden, but later found that she couldn't stop them at all.

On second thought, the abandoned garden was too big, and the other side had too many people. More props would indeed make the scene more realistic and frightening.

Anyway... there are two "enthusiastic" and wealthy young masters around.

Finally, in addition to the pre-ordered paper figures and bones, they also selected several of the most hideous ghost masks, several long tongues stained with "blood," and a broken soul-summoning banner.

They didn't even spare the two equally tall paper effigies of "impermanence." All of them piled up into a small mountain.

The old shopkeeper looked at the huge pile of things, then at the men and women, and a hint of surprise finally appeared on his usually calm face.

"What...what are you trying to do?"

Lin Xiuer remained expressionless: "The elders in my family appeared in my dream, saying that I am lonely down there, and asked me to burn more 'servants' and 'guards' to serve me."

"When delivering things, you need to pick out a complete set and deliver them all at once."

The old man was skeptical, but too lazy to ask any more questions; as long as he got the money, that was fine.

When the final bill came, the amount was quite large.

Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan argued over who should pay, but Chen Mingxuan was quicker, slapping a handful of loose silver coins on the counter: "Keep the change!"

He then pointed to a bunch of other things and told us to take them with us.

There was just too much stuff; a few people couldn't possibly carry it all.

In the end, the old shopkeeper saw that they were in a real predicament and charged them a little more for the transport.

They brought out a broken-down cart used for transporting goods and helped them push this huge pile of eerie paper props towards the desolate west of the town.

As he was leaving, Chen Mingxuan noticed the white paper lanterns hanging at the door.

The pale candlelight flickered, casting long shadows and creating a truly eerie atmosphere. So, I found a ladder, climbed up, took it down, and carried it away.

The old man at the paper craft shop was shocked. In all his years of business, he had seen people buy paper figures and horses to burn for their ancestors, and he had seen people buy trinkets to scare children.

I've never seen anyone come in and go on a shopping spree like this before, specifically buying the spooky and terrifying items. He practically emptied out his little shop.

As night deepened, a dilapidated cart piled high with paper figures, skeletons, and ghost masks creaked and groaned slowly along the silent street.

The man pushing the cart was a gaunt old man with a blank expression, followed by several men and women with different expressions who were talking in hushed tones from time to time.

The group, though large and imposing, furtively avoided the main street and headed west of the town.

If someone unaware of the situation saw this, they would probably think they had stumbled upon something they shouldn't have seen.

In the deep darkness of night, the desolate garden in the west of the town opens its dark gate, quietly awaiting the "good show" to be staged and its special "audience".