Wang Shuning found a place, moved the items for the transaction out of the space, then hid behind a tombstone, turned off the flashlight and waited.
The cemetery was surrounded by trees. When the wind blew in the middle of the night, the dead leaves on the trees made rustling sounds, and the fallen leaves on the ground were blown by the wind and moved close to the ground.
Wang Shuning doesn't believe that there are ghosts in this world. He is a staunch supporter of the core socialist values. But as time goes by, the eerie atmosphere around him inexplicably becomes like a murder scene in a suspense detective drama, and he even starts to imagine scenes in his mind.
She hugged her arms and curled up behind the tombstone, her legs a little tense. Isn't it twelve o'clock yet?
Why haven’t you come yet?
"It's so eerie here. How did that person come up with the idea of doing business in a cemetery?" Song Wen held a flashlight in one hand and pushed the cart with the other. The light was a little dim, perhaps because the battery was not fully charged or it had been used for too long.
"Stop talking. As long as I can make money, I'll go to the underworld, not to mention the cemetery." Song Qian held her son's arm. With someone accompanying her, she was not so scared.
The two men arrived at the cemetery and swept the flashlight across. What they saw were hundreds of bulging grave mounds and tombstones standing in front of them.
Song Wenyi didn't see anyone, so he frowned and asked suspiciously, "Where is the person? Mom, you haven't been deceived, have you?"
Song Qian snatched the flashlight from his hand and shone it carefully, "How could it be? I didn't give her any money, what could I be cheating her of?"
Wang Shuning did not go out immediately. Instead, he made sure that there were only two people. Then he turned on the flashlight and stood out from behind the tombstone.
Because the flashlight in Song Qian's hand was dim and could not illuminate very far, they could not see clearly behind the cemetery.
Another beam of light suddenly appeared, startling the two men, and they quickly turned on the light to look over there.
As the distance got closer, a dark face appeared in front of the two of them, especially illuminated by the beam of the flashlight, it was terrifying.
"Ghost!" Song Wen's legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.
He left his mother behind and ran back. But he didn't have a flashlight, so he ran in the dark and bumped into a bulging grave. He tumbled to the ground, like a turtle hiding in its shell, with his limbs curled up and lying on the ground. "Lord Yama, I have never done anything bad in my life. I am a very good person. Please don't kill me."
Song Qian was not scared by Wang Shuning, but was scared to death by her own son.
"I'm not a ghost, I'm a human." Wang Shuning saw one of them turned into a mummy and frozen, and the other turned into a turtle shell and kowtowed to the ground. Is he so scary?
Song Qian's voice trembled slightly, "Little girl, why are you darker again?"
Wang Shuning's teeth were the only white parts of her face. She was wearing all black, making her look like a head floating in the air.
Wang Shuning's eyebrows twitched. It was too dark, and she didn't notice it when she was applying makeup on her face. "The things are all here. Hurry up and order them."
When Song Wen, who was lying on the ground, heard his mother talking to the ghost, he gradually stopped trembling, raised his head and looked back. This time he could see clearly that it was the black-faced girl with a ponytail.
He couldn't help but feel scared, as if his soul had just floated away for a few seconds and had just returned. He got up and said, "Aren't you afraid as a little girl to trade in a cemetery at midnight?"
Song Qian slapped Song Wenyi on the back and said, "You abandoned your mother when you were in danger. If I count on you to take care of her in her old age, I'm afraid you won't even get a grain of rice to eat."
Song Wenyi felt a little guilty: "Mom, I was so scared just now that I fell to the ground before I could react."
Song Qian said disdainfully, "A grown man cannot compare to a little girl. He has grown in vain. Hurry up and get the scale out."
Looking at the large amount of goods laid out on the ground, some of the fruits were still glowing under the flashlight.
Song Wenyi lifted up the truck bed, picked up the scale he had thrown on the ground and started to weigh the fruits. His eyes swept over the fruits and there was a tombstone behind them, which looked like a sacrifice.
There were three people and two flashlights, and there were so many things that it took Song Wenyi and Song Qian an hour to finish.
According to the price we had agreed on before, Song Wenyi said, "It's a few taels more than what we agreed on, a total of five hundred and forty-six and three cents."
Wang Shuning: "To make a round number, five hundred and fifty yuan."
Song Wen stopped counting the money, and Song Qian immediately said, "No problem, just 550 yuan. If you have good stuff in the future, remember to think of us. Auntie will definitely give you a good price. Just find me in the black market."
"Okay, but you have to wait for a while." Wang Shuning took the money and counted it.
Song Qian nodded. If the girl didn't have a source of supply, she must have a supplier. It seems that there will be some in a while.
"I'm leaving first." Wang Shuning collected the money and was about to leave.
The two men did not stop him and just waved goodbye. They still had to transport the things back in carts before dark.
Wang Shuning returned home in the dark, washed his face, took off his clothes and went to bed. It was really cold.
Goudan, who was eating in the yard with a bowl in his hand, stared at the closed door and swallowed the last bite. "Mom, it's already noon, why hasn't Sister Shuning gotten up yet? She really wants to sleep in for a long time."
He Zhuzhu taught: "Don't talk nonsense, especially in front of others. Your sister Shu Ning may not be asleep, but just sitting in the room to rest."
Goudan turned up his nose, "Resting with the door closed? How boring."
He Zhuzhu carried the dirty bowl to the well. This child really sleeps too much.
It was not until after one o'clock in the afternoon that Wang Shuning woke up because of hunger.
After dinner, I sat in the yard to bask in the sun. Staying up late was so tiring. My head felt so swollen and I felt so sleepy!
Goudan and Mingming, who came in carrying firewood, found Wang Shuning sleeping in the yard under a thin quilt. Isn't the sun shining?
Sister Shuning is a sleepyhead and can’t wake up no matter how much she sleeps.
Wang Shuning went to bed early that night and woke up very early the next morning.
After eating a bowl of hot tomato and egg noodles, the aftereffects of staying up late finally went away.
At noon, Wang Shuning went to another banquet, this time it was a full moon banquet, and Guo Jingyi was the chef again.
During the slack season, there are many weddings in the village, and people hold banquets every few days.
If there were more dishes, Wang Shuning would give 20 cents as a gift, and if there were fewer dishes, she would give 10 cents. She could enjoy a banquet prepared by a seven-star chef without having to interact with Guo Jingyi. It would be a waste if she didn't eat it.
He Fengfeng would come to Goudan to go out and play every few days, and if Wang Shuning was free, he would take her along.
When the river water dropped in the cold winter, they not only went up the mountain to hunt birds, pick mushrooms, and dig out bird nests, but they even ran to the river with baskets to catch fish. When Wang Shuning saw that they had not caught any fish for a long time, he secretly moved two fish out of the space and put them into the water, and knocked them out with a club before they could react.
They grilled fish on the pebbled river beach, listened to the sound of flowing water and enjoyed the scenery. Wang Shuning asked Goudan and Mingming to go home and get salt and chili powder to sprinkle on the grilled fish. The aroma could spread far away.
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