What exactly is Huang Wei’s business? He kept it secret and asked everyone to wait for news from him.

You can wait for the news, but your belly can't wait.

The other ghosts were selling their characters and their strength, while Li Changan picked up a long flag and walked around the streets selling talismans. He thought to himself, with Qian Tang's style, wouldn't it be possible to do a lot in the vast world?

Ever since.

One day at Zhongmiaofang Pier.

Cars, boats, and pedestrians are just like the mighty water of the river that never stops for a day.

Er.

Beep, beep~ A group of government officials rushed in with bamboo whistles, like a big stone hitting the river, creating a chaotic wave.

"Quick! Don't let that guy run away again!"

"Damn that fake nose, Grandpa caught him and had to skin him!"

The storm came and went again, leaving Li Changan alone with his head tilted up and watching their backs, his eyes full of melancholy.

"Dao Ren Li," the stall owner selling steamed buns next to him asked angrily, "Is it your boy who sold fake charms to attract official officials again?"

Li Changan glanced at him.

"It's not your fault that you're blind, but it's your fault that you're full of farts. How has Pindao ever sold fake charms?"

The vendors doing business around him laughed happily after hearing this.

"A bull's-head but a sharp-tongued mouth?"

"Your yellow talisman doesn't even have a stamp, and you're saying it's not a fake talisman?"

"The official doesn't catch others, but he only chases you away?"

Amid the commotion, the bun seller pulled off the yellow talisman attached to the stall and showed it to the Taoist priest.

"Look clearly. I just asked for the 'Wealth Talisman' from Zhongmiao Temple last month. I saw the cinnabar red seal on the head of the talisman? This is a serious talisman!"

Of course Li Changan saw it clearly. Not only did he clearly see the Taoist talisman officially certified by the Monk Temple, he also saw clearly a line of large characters scrawled on the yellow talisman: The general is here.

This is clearly another corpse-killing talisman! As a bun seller, you stick to this thing every day. What’s wrong? Can the stuffing of your buns be used to fake corpses?

Our local counterparts are really... Li Changan hesitated to speak, and finally said in dismay, his interest waning:

"steamed stuffed bun."

The bun seller won the victory, smiled crazily, and carefully put up the yellow charm: "What kind of stuffing?"

"Cooking."

"Eight articles."

"What the donkey said! The price of Dogecoin has increased again."

"You talk like a donkey but don't talk like a dog. Are you a monk? The fart buns are at this price, why don't you buy them?!"

Yes, half a day's hard work has filled my belly.

Li Changan muttered and took out his bag. The bun seller glanced at it and opened the steamer with a smile. The big white buns were steaming with grains of cinnabar moles on top.

"Taoist priest, Taoist priest!"

There was a shout from afar, and when Li Changan saw it, he saw that it was the youngest among the country men, his name was Dahan. He had been following Huang Wei these days. Since he came to look for himself, could it be...

"Brother Huang asked me to tell you that the matter is settled and I want you to go and have a feast."

Li Changan turned around and saw that the stall owner had already picked out the big cinnabar buns.

"Seven articles?"

"Pooh!"

…

The place where the banquet was held was in a wealthy family's house in Deshoufang in the west of the city. From a distance, one could see that the lintel of his house was hung with white flags, white cloth, and white lanterns. The Chinese character "Dian" made of silk cloth was particularly conspicuous.

Zhang Liushui noodles were placed from the courtyard to the street.

Huangwei and other ghosts had occupied a table early, and came to greet them from afar.

The Taoist priest and Dahan went over and sat down.

"Business……"

"Don't worry, eat first."

Li Changan followed the good example and picked up the chopsticks, but frowned.

The dishes on the table are completely opposite to the ostentation.

There were eight dishes, with many vegetarian dishes and few meat dishes, except for the three-piece set of chicken, duck and fish placed on a white porcelain plate with silver thread inlaid with auspicious clouds in the middle of the table. Steamed river fish, roasted chicken with sauce, and white teal duck were all bright in color, plump and pleasant to look at.

Makes people drool.

The big guy was the most greedy. He looked straight at him. The fellow villager twisted his thigh and whispered: "The Taoist priest and the others didn't even use their chopsticks. You should quickly hold back your greedy water."

He raised his eyes and saw that, sure enough, Li Changan, Huang Wei, the old shopkeeper, and the scholar were all shaking their chopsticks, but they didn't even touch the chicken, duck or fish.

But he was really greedy and thought to himself: If they don't want to eat, why can't I eat too?

It happened that the host came out to distribute drinks and started talking about the scene.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He stuck out his chopsticks towards the fish's tail, but without thinking, he hesitated to poke it.

At this time, the host had finished speaking. He became anxious and took the whole fish into the bowl. He ignored it and immersed himself in taking a bite.

Karma~

Fish are tougher than teeth!

He immediately covered his cheeks and screamed, and the fish landed straight on the table, making an "empty" sound. There was a huge tooth mark on the fish's body, revealing the color of the wood soaked in the soup.

Eyes from all directions were directed at him, and Huang Wei hurriedly stood up, bending down and apologizing.

Li Changan suppressed his laughter, took the fish back to the plate, turned it over to hide the tooth marks, and whispered:

"You are really stupid! This is called 'looking at the food'. The fish is carved from wood; the chicken is made from clay. You can only look at it, but not eat it."

Dahan heard this and looked around.

There were chickens, ducks and fish on the tables, but no one touched the chickens, ducks and fish. Some people pointed at him and laughed at him. They were laughing at him for being a country bumpkin!

He was in pain, ashamed and annoyed, and said gloomily: "If you can't eat it, why put it on the table?"

"For the sake of face."

"Everyone knows it's fake, so what kind of face do you have?"

Huang Wei gave him a piece of tofu. Although it was not meat, it was full of fat.

Meaningful:

"If fakeness is not face, then where will our business come from?"

…

After eating the feast, it is time to carry the coffin and bury it.

The ghosts sneaked into the funeral procession.

Li Chang'an was tall and handsome, and got the job of holding the long flag at the front of the team; Huang Tail was awake, dressed in sackcloth and mourning, and hid among his filial sons and grandsons to mourn. There were a hundred or so people in the team, but he was the one who howled the most sincerely.

Just like that, beating, advocating, crying, and throwing paper money all the way, we walked through the market, out of the city gate, and arrived at a mountain peak near the lake in the western suburbs.

The scenery here is open and green.

The Taoist priest concluded at a glance that it was a geomantic treasure land for burials. It was not because he knew anything about the art of burying people, but because he saw many luxurious tombs along the way.

Where rich and dead people gather together, the feng shui is probably good.

then.

It is a lengthy set of ritual steps.

Offer sacrifices to gods, clean tombs, place town objects, distribute money for burials, place artifacts, build tombs and seal mounds...

After a whole set of procedures was completed, the sky became dizzy and people became dizzy too.

The Taoist priest yawned and took the wages from his master. He followed the flow of people and walked back to the city. Huangwei quickly grabbed him, dumbfounded: "Where are you going, Taoist priest? Our business has just begun!"

"What kind of business is this?"

"There's no rush. We'll find out later."

The secret of Huangwei will never be revealed until the last moment.

The crowd in front of the grave dispersed.

He dug out a bundle of pickaxes, shovels and other tools like a treasure, stuffed a handful into Yigui's hand, and then looked at the new grave with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Brothers, it's time for us to get rich today!"

The Taoist priests were stunned, the country men were dumbfounded, the old salesman threw away his pickaxe in a fit of excitement, but the scholars gripped their shovels tightly and looked at the yellow-tailed Tianling Gai eager to try.
To be continued...