She remembered that when Li Sanya knew that the wall of her courtyard had collapsed, she told Mo Zhenzhen to go to the ancestral hall to ask the two door gods to return home.
Mo Zhenzhen suddenly woke up from an enlightenment.
It’s no wonder that Mo Zhenzhen didn’t think about the door god at first. In fact, such things are almost extinct in the city. In her memory, she only saw the door god in Hongzao Village. There is no existence like the door god even in costume movies and TV dramas.
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Moreover, buildings nowadays all have single doors, and the front door is not as big as the courtyard door in the village. How can the two door gods be connected?
She was thinking about this in her mind while washing her face, combing her hair, applying sunscreen and changing clothes.
She wanted to go out as soon as possible.
The home is not safe, and she herself is not safe.
Although the player's "leaning on both sides" state is conducive to completing tasks and collecting clues, it is too unsafe for Mo Zhenzhen.
No matter what time it is, Mo Zhenzhen's first priority is her own safety.
If you don’t complete any tasks, you won’t be able to survive. Who cares about any tasks!
Holding a parasol, Mo Zhenzhen took a taxi to Funeral Street.
In this era of fighting against feudal superstitions, large cities have corresponding regulations on things like paper money, paper figures, incense and candles. They cannot be sold at will. If you want to buy them, you can only go to places that specialize in selling funeral supplies.
Mo Zhenzhen had been here yesterday. She was familiar with the route this time and walked straight into an inconspicuous little storefront.
This store has no signboard, and the front door is only half the size of the front door next to it. There are not many things inside. There are two rows of cabinets in the small store. There are some gold ingots, silver ingots, incense coils, and boxes stacked on the cabinets.
Incense sticks, paper money, ghost coins, and stacked clothes.
There are not many items, and the styles are nothing new. The store is dimly lit, and there is a guy behind the counter playing with his mobile phone.
Mo Zhenzhen was recommended by an uncle.
At that time, she was asking an old lady who was watching a card game under a tree on the street about a place that sold paper money and incense candles. The old lady enthusiastically gave her directions and even gave her recommendations.
The aunt recommended this shop to her, saying that this shop was a time-honored one. Her family used to sell coffins, but after the founding of the People's Republic of China, everyone was cremated, so their family only dealt with incense candles and paper money.
Mo Zhenzhen walked into the small shop holding a parasol and put the umbrella away sideways.
The guy behind the counter didn't even raise his head when he heard someone coming in, and said something lazily.
"Take what you want. A box of incense costs ten yuan, a coil of incense costs twenty-five yuan, a pile of paper money costs five yuan, and a stack of folded gold ingots costs fifteen yuan without any bargaining."
The store is not big and doesn't have many items, but the items sold inside are valuable.
Mo Zhenzhen stood at the door, adjusting her parasols, and said with a smile.
"Brother, I want to invite two door gods home. Do you have any for sale here?"
This little brother was typing on the mobile phone keyboard with both hands quickly. When he heard Mo Zhenzhen's voice, he raised his head. When he saw Mo Zhenzhen clearly standing in the light and shadow separation at the door, looking as beautiful as a painting, he was instantly excited.
I got up and stood up very enthusiastically. The impatience on my face disappeared without a trace, and my smile was very bright.
"Beauty, you're here again. Come in and sit down. What do you want to buy? My brother will give you a discount!"
Mo Zhenzhen did not move. She stood at the door and continued to arrange the parasol. Her fingers as white as green onions were twirling on the folded black umbrella, making her fingers look whiter, tender and slender.
"I want to invite two door gods. Brother, do you have any for sale?"
The little brother heard clearly this time.
"Door God? What do you want to do with that thing? Did something bad happen to you, beauty?"
Mo Zhenzhen paused as she adjusted the umbrella, 'That thing'? Such a name is disrespectful.
Mo Zhenzhen began to re-examine the boy guarding the store in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.
"I have moved to a new house and would like to invite two door gods. Brother, do you have any for sale here?"
The younger brother touched his face and said a little embarrassed.
"Yes, there are, but there are no ready-made ones in the store. I need to ask my father to paint them, and I can't decide on them. They are very expensive. They cost 10,000 yuan each, and if you want to buy them, you have to buy two at a time."
Ten thousand yuan a piece is indeed not cheap, and Mo Zhenzhen readily agreed.
"Okay, but can I meet this master?"
The little brother waved his hands and the smile on his face became even bigger.
"No, no, no need to call the master, I'll call my dad right now!"
As he said this, the little brother quickly started flipping through the phone number and dialing the number.
Mobile phones in this era are relatively loud. As long as the surrounding area is quiet, people standing nearby can hear the voice coming from the other end of the phone.
The person who answered the phone was a man with a strong voice, saying "Hello?" very loudly.
"Dad! Come to the store quickly, there is a customer who wants to buy a door god!"
"You brat! How many times have I said it! It's 'please'! If you speak so openly, I'll beat you up!"
"Okay, okay, please, please, please, please. That guest wants to invite two door gods. Dad, please come to the store quickly. The price is 10,000 yuan per ticket!"
"Huh, let her wait. The door god is so easy to hire. It has to be considered an auspicious day to make the decision. Can she get one if she wants?"
"Just two broken paintings, ten thousand pictures for you..."
The younger brother was a little anxious to speak, and immediately wanted to talk to his own father about ten thousand yuan a piece, and a total of twenty thousand yuan.
Prices in this era are low, and money is extremely valuable. To buy two paintings for 20,000 yuan is like pie in the sky. If you miss this village, you will not have the great opportunity to make a fortune in this shop!
The little brother felt that his father was stubborn and wanted to persuade his father to wake up and sell the painting as soon as possible. The beautiful woman suddenly realized that it was not worth spending 20,000 yuan, so she went to buy it from someone else!
But before the young man could finish what he was about to say, Mo Zhenzhen walked up to the counter and tapped on the counter to interrupt what he was about to say.
"Brother, can you let me talk to the master?"
The little brother was dazzled by Mo Zhenzhen's bright smile. The impatience of his stubborn father who was originally obsessed with him disappeared instantly, and he handed over the phone with a smile.
"Here, come on, my dad is just too stubborn. Don't take anything he says to you seriously."
Mo Zhenzhen took the phone and didn't reply to this guy's words. She just kept talking to the person on the phone.
"Hello, Master, I want to ask the two door gods to come home. Master, I don't know much about this. I just opened a new home yesterday and I feel uneasy. I want to invite the two door gods to come home to protect the house from evil spirits.
You see when you can start writing, I can wait." Mo Zhenzhen has practiced speaking, her tone is friendly but a bit distant, and her speaking speed is very comfortable to listen to. There is no sound, which can make people feel that she is paying attention.
feel.
Just listening to the voice can make people picture in their minds the appearance of an intellectual woman who is well-educated, polite, respectful and kind to others.
All in all, listening to her talk can increase your favorability, especially those who are older and have a somewhat conservative mentality. They like younger women like her the most.
The voice of the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone dropped two degrees, and he no longer sounded so stiff.
"You just moved to a new house? Have you worshiped the Four Gods? Worship the Four Gods first. You have to wait at least ten days for the writing process. If you are in a hurry, I can ask someone to help you get two of them."
Four gods?
It was something she had never been exposed to before.
Therefore, Mo Zhenzhen humbly asked for advice.
"Master, I'm new here and I don't know much about this. Yesterday I heard that someone died in the community I rented, and I was a little scared. Master, could you please give me some advice?"
This was said in a very good way, and it was pitiful, polite, and asking for help.