Chapter 1257 Later I Was No Longer Afraid
"I can smell it! I smelled the firewood early this morning, it smells like they're brewing tea."
"Who's up on the mountaintop so late at night... Wait, when did a house appear on this mountain?"
"Wow, this house is made of bamboo! It's beautiful, so cool, so cool!"
"Wow, it's so beautiful. There's so much bamboo, even the door is made of bamboo. The original bamboo must have been very thick. It's from the south, it looks so beautiful. There's even grass on the roof. What kind of grass is this? It's really pretty, I've never seen it before."
The people outside were chattering away, just like any other normal person.
Song Chunxue couldn't help but stand behind her master and saw a group of people in tattered clothes.
The old woman at the head of the group, leaning on her cane, craned her neck and looked at them curiously.
“I don’t know these three people, I’ve never seen them before. This woman… isn’t she the Jiang family’s wife? She’s really good at farming. I often watch her harvest crops; she seems to have inexhaustible energy.”
"You don't know anything! That's called having no choice. If you don't work hard, who will feed those five mouths at home? Are you just going to wait to die?"
"Shut up, keep quiet. Didn't you notice? They can see us."
"Huh? I'm not wearing pants! Quick, quick, stand in front of me and block me out."
"What's there to be ashamed of? We're all ghosts. We ghosts can't even scrape together a few good pieces of cloth."
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal recognized them as wandering souls who had been roaming the mortal realm for many years.
There are ghosts climbing up the mountain from the bottom; it looks quite frightening from a distance.
No, he had never seen anything like this before.
"Excuse me, are you passing through here?" the Moon-Accompanying Immortal asked.
"No, we're here begging for food. We came because we smelled something delicious. Do you have anything to eat?"
"Oh my, I didn't know you were a fortune teller. No wonder you dared to talk to us. Are those people behind you human? In the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of being scared by ghosts?"
An old man with a cane, whose speech was slurred and whose teeth were missing, peered curiously into the house.
"I've been wandering around this area for hundreds of years, and I've never seen such a beautiful house. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live in one?"
"It's alright, it's not resistant to the cold." The Moon-Accompanying Immortal turned to look at Song Chunxue and asked softly, "Do you have anything else to eat?"
Song Chunxue opened her mouth and found her throat was extremely dry.
"Yes, I'll take it out." She took out a large sieve and filled it with white flour buns and buckwheat buns stored in her storage ring, as well as a basket of pastries.
She placed the large sieve at the doorway, but before she could even settle it properly, she felt the person in front of her pounce on her like someone who was starving.
Startled, she turned around and jumped behind the Moon-Accompanying Immortal.
"Mmm...it smells so good, so delicious...mmm!"
They ate with sighs, wolfing down the steamed buns as they ate.
But upon closer inspection, the food was found untouched in the large sieve.
What they picked up was the aroma of the food, the essence of the food.
"My God, it's been so long since I've eaten anything this delicious! We're either fighting with pigs for food or sneaking a bite from the graves of people whose descendants still live there. Oh my, it smells so good!"
They squatted on the ground, eating with great relish.
Qi Yun was no longer afraid and whispered, "Master, have you prepared the paper money?"
"Should we burn these for them?" She had actually prepared for this. She had originally thought that she wouldn't need to go out and buy winter clothes after the first day of the tenth lunar month.
If we start cutting paper clothes and paper money for the winter festival early, everyone can get a bigger share later.
But Qi Yun's question clearly indicated that he wanted to burn it for them.
Song Chunxue took out a stack of cut-up paper, and before she even started burning it, everyone rushed over to get a better look!
"Oh, living God of Wealth! Burn him quickly, burn him for us!"
"Hey, wait a minute, you have ancestors, so if we burn them, we won't get much. You draw a circle for your parents first, and when you burn them, throw out more of them so we can grab them ourselves."
“Yes, yes, we won’t compete with your ancestors. Give us more, just enough to buy a bowl of noodle soup. Oh, right, if you’re kind, burn some. I want to buy a pair of pants. I haven’t had pants for hundreds of years. It’s so embarrassing…hehe.”
Song Chunxue pursed her lips, took out a roll of white paper, and sat on the threshold. "I'll cut it out for you right now."
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal stretched out his hand, "No need to cut, give it to me."
Song Chunxue handed him a heavy roll of white paper. The Moon-Accompanying Immortal raised his hand and waved it twice, and all the white paper turned into strings of paper money.
"Burn the doll, burn it quickly, no need to kneel, we'll kneel down for you."
"Throw them here, throw more of them."
"Don't push, there are so many of us, kneel in a circle on the ground."
Xie Zheng and Qi Yun stood quietly, looking at the ragged clothes and pale face in the moonlight. They wanted to help, but didn't know how.
They could only bring their own edible food and put it in a sieve.
"No need to kneel, no need to kneel. We are the younger generation. When burning paper money, we kneel to our elders. We have never seen anyone kneel to their juniors."
"Oh dear, you're not our descendant, but burning money for us makes you our ancestor. It's only right that you kneel down. Don't worry about it."
The old woman pointed at Qi Yun and said, "We can burn this child for you, and we can take it. But your parents have been gone for less than a hundred years, so we can't take it."
Qi Yun nodded, "Okay, I'll order for you."
Song Chunxue knelt on the ground and had just lit a fire when she saw a group of people coming from behind them.
"Xuexue, Xuexue, are you burning paper money for us?"
"Xuexue, we're here."
Looking at the two young people dressed warmly, Song Chunxue immediately burst into tears, "Father, Mother?"
"Hey." The two leaders turned around and looked behind them. "These are your ancestors. It's kind of you to burn paper money for us today."
Song Chunxue threw some of the burning paper money outside the circle, and then burned some for her parents and ancestors, not daring to look up.
"Why are you crying? You're a filial child. You've received all the paper money and winter clothes you've given us over the years. Oh, you don't know, people envy you for burning paper money for me. Look how well we're dressed."
The poor fellow next to him nodded, "Yes, you have no idea how envious we are of them. You're still crying, you should be happy. Look how happy your ancestors are, making money hand over fist."
"Hey, hey, don't grab it, don't grab it. Give some to this little girl too. They're all worthless little girls. They drowned at birth and couldn't even be reborn. They're with us begging for food and licking red soil."
Qi Yun was taken aback, "Lick red soil?"
"Yes, when people are starving and can't go on, they lick the soil. There's salt in the alkaline soil, and even livestock love to eat it, but we can't get any. There's plenty of it in the deep gullies of the red soil area. It's just a way to satisfy our cravings. It's always a process. The feeling of being hungry but not starving is really hard to bear. You don't understand."
Xie Zheng searched the storage ring and found some papers inside.
"Uncle-Master, please cut them up and burn them for them." This was the first time he had ever seen so many pitiful, wandering ghosts, and he couldn't describe his feelings at that moment.
I hate that I'm not a paper and firework shop owner.
At this moment, he was not afraid of ghosts at all.
They are not as terrifying as those high-ranking officials who disregard human life.
P.S.: My back felt chilly at first, but I calmed down afterwards. The inspiration came from a story told by an older generation.
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