No one expected that Lin Jiaojiao could actually take out such a dazzling pair of shoes, and everyone was stunned for a moment.
It is known that offerings sent to the underworld need to be burned, so offerings such as shoes and clothes are often covered with a grayish color when they are burned and sent to the underworld.
After all these years of being ghosts, this is the first time they've ever seen shoes that are so dazzling!
The staff member immediately reported it.
A dozen minutes later, the ghost worker returned and said, "Our supervisor said we can take it back. But this can only delay your return for three days. If you still can't produce more offerings or ghost money within these three days, you will still be sent to hell to work."
"My shoes are so beautiful, and all I get in return is three days of freedom?" Lin Jiaojiao felt extremely distressed.
"Ms. Lin, the color of your shoes is indeed very beautiful, but... the style of these shoes is really outdated," the employee said tactfully.
A brief silence fell over the room upon hearing this, followed by a burst of laughter from everyone present.
"Come to think of it, these shoes are only for young, energetic guys. Only an old-fashioned person like Lin Jiaojiao would find them attractive. If it weren't for their bright colors, she probably wouldn't even have gotten these three days of freedom!"
Lin Jiaojiao blushed and quickly ran out of the hall.
Barefoot on the street, Lin Jiaojiao wiggled her pale, rounded toes, and Song Mian's face involuntarily appeared in her mind.
She never imagined that the things she bought from the mortal world could actually be offered as tribute.
Having been a ghost for over three hundred years, she only knew that ghosts could receive offerings burned by their descendants, but she had never seen anyone like the small business owner who could directly give things from the mortal world to ghosts.
If these shoes can be turned in, can she buy other things from your small business owner?
In that case, would she be spared from going to hell?
After this thought popped into Lin Jiaojiao's mind, she quickly headed to the Yang Realm.
At three o'clock in the morning, Song Mian had just made a bowl of instant noodles when she heard the glass door being pushed open, and the bell on it making a crisp sound.
Turning her head, she saw the familiar ghostly figure, and Song Mian immediately showed her utmost enthusiasm: "Miss Lin, welcome!"
"Good evening, little boss." Lin Jiaojiao greeted Song Mian somewhat awkwardly, but was surprised to find that Song Mian didn't seem as afraid of her as last time: "Did I come at an inopportune time? Are you having dinner?"
"This isn't dinner, it's my late-night snack. Would Miss Lin like to sit down and have some too? This is a new instant noodle I bought, I heard it's delicious." Song Mian pulled Lin Jiaojiao to sit down and handed her the bowl of instant noodles she had just made.
"No, we ghosts can't eat these solid foods..." Before Lin Jiaojiao could finish speaking, she was surprised to find that she actually accepted the instant noodles that Song Mian handed her!
If the last time the young boss gave Chelsea to her was just a coincidence, then she can now be sure that the young boss really has the ability to directly hand over things from the mortal world to ghosts!
Song Mian urged Lin Jiaojiao softly, "Miss Lin, quickly taste it and see how it is."
Lin Jiaojiao originally wanted to immediately bring up the matter of her going to work in hell, and even thought about leaving this bowl of instant noodles as an offering to take back to the ghost realm.
But she hasn't eaten normal food for over three hundred years.
Having witnessed countless times the living eating instant noodles in the mortal realm, Lin Jiaojiao felt a delicious aroma enter her nostrils. By the time she came to her senses, she was already eating them uncontrollably.
Seeing that she liked to eat, Song Mian was generous and quickly gave Lin Jiaojiao a sausage, a salted egg, and two lollipops.
Lin Jiaojiao took a bite of the sausage, and two streams of bloody tears immediately flowed down her cheeks.
Song Mian was shocked.
Is this what they mean by "so delicious you'll cry"?!
But once Lin Jiaojiao started crying, she couldn't stop; tears of blood flowed like a spring.
"Miss Lin, are you still hungry? Shall I make you another bowl?"
"No, it's just that I'm sad because I can never see you again or eat such delicious food!" Lin Jiaojiao's tense emotions collapsed instantly. "Boss, I'm being sent to work in Hell! You have no idea how scary Hell is! Many low-level ghosts I knew went there to work, but I don't know what happened to them, not one of them could survive seven days in Hell! I'm worried, I'm worried that if I go, I'll end up like them."
Song Mian listened intently as Lin Jiaojiao explained her current situation.
"If you can't pay your taxes, you have to work in hell! That's terrifying!" Song Mian thought of the Baidu Encyclopedia entry about the eighteen levels of hell that she had read before.
The eighteen levels of hell represent eighteen different kinds of torment, and are the places that people fear most before and after death!
“Miss Lin, can’t you just not go?” Song Mian said proactively, “Didn’t you say that the Chelsea I sold to you could be handed over as tribute? Does that mean that all the food, or the things we traded, can be handed over as tribute? If you hand over enough, you won’t have to work in Hell for the time being, right? I have boxes of instant noodles, sausages, salted eggs, and lollipops here. I can sell them to you.”
In fact, Song Mian knew very well that the things she sold to Lin Jiaojiao were only a temporary solution.
If Lin Jiaojiao could find her family and add her name to the family genealogy, the continuation of her lineage would automatically come to her, and she would no longer have to struggle to survive.
But there are just too many people with the surname Lin in this world, so she couldn't help Lin Jiaojiao find her descendants. She could only do what she could.
"It should be. I'm not sure, but I can give it a try." Lin Jiaojiao excitedly hugged Song Mian: "Miss Song, if it really works, you'll be my lucky star! Don't worry, I used to live in this courtyard, and I know there are some copper coins and silver coins hidden here. We'll go dig them out together later, as a reward for you!"
"Then I'll have to give you some more freebies." Song Mian thought for a moment, then continued, "Miss Lin, how about I give you a complete makeover? I guarantee I'll turn you into the most beautiful goddess... no, a female ghost!"
She felt a little guilty after selling the Chelsea shirt that the young man loved to Lin Jiaojiao last time.
"Let's go dig for something first!" Lin Jiaojiao winked at Song Mian eagerly.
Song Mian readily agreed, took the pink shovel she had specially bought that day, and followed Lin Jiaojiao to the backyard.
Thirty minutes later, Song Mian successfully dug out ten copper coins and a piece of silver.
It was estimated that these items could be sold for at least ten thousand yuan. Song Mian never imagined that she could earn so much money in one night!
Keep in mind that her total capital was only two or three hundred yuan, and in just a few hours it multiplied a hundredfold. She made money incredibly easily!
Lin Jiaojiao was not satisfied: "Little boss, maybe you shouldn't give me a full-body makeover."
Because so much time has passed, there are far fewer antiques left in the courtyard than she had expected.
"That won't do!" Song Mian accepted the copper coins and silver coins. "Since I've accepted your things, you have to accept mine too, otherwise I won't do business with you next time. Besides, I consider you a friend, and you're being so polite to me, does that mean you don't want to be friends with me?"
"Of course not!" Lin Jiaojiao knew Song Mian meant well, so she squeezed Song Mian's hand. "Little boss, a boss as good as you deserves to make a fortune. Don't worry, I'll definitely help you get business after I return to the Ghost Realm!"
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