Cai Gen couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to retort, but his reason held him back.
What a good child and what a good teacher. It would be very cheap to spend 60 yuan to learn honesty and kindness.
My wife also teaches Chinese studies to primary school students, as well as composition, classical Chinese, etc. She may teach her children this way too.
However, parents are their children's best teachers. When meeting this eldest sister, no teacher or teaching will be of any use.
The woman asked the child something else, but Cai Gen didn't listen. She really didn't want to hear it anymore.
After a while, the woman got up to go to the bathroom, answered a phone call, and left in a hurry with her child.
When Cai Gen saw that he had finally left, he let out a long sigh. He finally sold a portion of his meal and even lost money. How could he survive these days?
I looked at the quartz clock on the door and saw that it was only after 3 o'clock. Let's lie down on the camp bed and catch up on some sleep. We still had to do errands and burn gold ingots at night.
Lying on the bed, all I can think about is the people in the master's courtyard. They look at me so excitedly. I am a grown man, why do they look at me so excitedly?
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard the erratic ringtone of my cell phone.
Cai Gen is very sensitive to the ringtone of his cell phone. It is not his own, but he is the only one in this room.
Where did the sound come from? Cai Gen immediately became energetic and started looking around.
Finally, on the toilet window sill, I saw a mobile phone, which was also a big Apple.
I picked up the phone and connected it. Before Cai Gen could speak, a hoarse shout came from the other side,
"Why did you take my phone? Did you steal it? I'm telling you, my phone has its location. You can send it back to me quickly, or I'll call the police and arrest you."
When Cai Gen heard this, he understood that this was the woman who was taking care of the child just now. She had forgotten her phone here and her speech was really ugly. Can she be tolerated with this bad habit? Obviously not.
"Hey, eldest sister, I'm not a thief. Did you forget your phone in the toilet of Anxin Bento? Come back and get it."
The other party was obviously taken aback, then suddenly remembered and hung up the phone.
In 5 minutes, just 5 minutes, the woman came back with her child in a hurry. As soon as she opened the door, she went straight to the bar.
"Where's my phone number?"
Cai Gen didn't say anything. The big silver-white apple was clearly visible on the vermilion bar.
The woman saw the phone, picked it up and checked it first, and then felt a little embarrassed.
"Boss, thank you."
He turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he took out 10 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Cai Gen.
"Boss, do I have to give you some reward?"
Seeing that it was obviously his 10 yuan, Cai Gen wanted to take it, but he couldn't reach out his hand, so he said politely,
"No, eldest sister, you can't lose your things if you forget about me."
A big apple, more than 6,000 yuan, 10 yuan to reward me? Cai Gen is so sad.
The woman didn't force her. When she saw that she didn't want it, she put the money in her pocket and pushed out the door.
Cai Gen turned around and lay on the bed, man, what's going on?
After living for 40 years, why is it different from when I was a child? When it comes to change, it changes all at once, without any transition, and it takes you by surprise.
In the end, Cai Gen fell asleep on the camp bed.
"The spring breeze of reform is blowing everywhere, and the Chinese people are really up to their game."
The phone rang for a while, and Cai Gen woke up. He picked up the phone and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar number, local, ending with 8888. That's great.
After the call was connected, a young woman's voice came from the other side,
"Brother Cai? I'm from Li Juan's Buddhist shop. It's half past seven. I'll call you to remind you. We'll meet in front of the Taiping Temple at eight o'clock."
Cai Gen thought for a moment and then remembered Li Juan's Buddhist shop. By the way, they would burn ingots at night, so he quickly agreed.
"Well, okay, I'll be out at 8 o'clock."
After the other party hung up the phone, Cai Gen got up and looked at the empty store, washed his face, got dressed and went out.
It's obviously inappropriate to ride a scooter, so it's better to take a taxi.
The evening rush hour has passed, today is still Saturday, there are very few people on the road, but there is no wind, it is just dry and cold.
There were a lot of empty taxis. Cai Gen waved and one stopped. The temperature in the car was nice and warm. After telling the driver his address, the driver looked at him strangely.
It was unusual to go to the Taiping Temple in the evening. It looked like it was for that kind of thing.
Taxi drivers are very taboo about supernatural things, especially those who work the night shift. After working for a long time, everyone will encounter several supernatural things.
Silence, both the driver and Cai Gen were silent. One didn't want to talk, the other had no topic.
In the end, it was the driver who spoke first.
"Here we go, 8 yuan."
Only then did Cai Gen realize that he had actually arrived, and the car was parked at the edge of the square in front of the Taiping Temple.
After giving the money and getting out of the car, a cold air hit me. Even though I was wearing a down jacket, I still felt cold.
It seems that the square is not completely empty. There are fires in twos and threes, indicating that someone is burning something. In such a large square, it is not crowded and is very sparse.
Taking out his cell phone, it was only 7:45, and there were still 15 minutes until 8 o'clock. Cai Gen thought to himself that the driver was driving very fast and he was early.
Looking at those people burning things, do you want to go over to keep warm? Forget it, it’s not good to disturb people doing their business.
He took out a cigarette and lit it. It was very refreshing to smoke outdoors in winter. Every puff was filled with cool air, which entered the lungs and was very refreshing. He looked towards a nearby fire.
There was a huge pile of things, including buildings, household appliances, paper horses, and so on. There was even a small car, which looked like it had been burning for a while.
There were three people who kept mumbling something loudly and kept adding things to the fire. The fire was burning very brightly, and the top of the flame was strange and glowing brilliantly. This was a bit unscientific.
Suddenly, Cai Gen looked at a white figure, who went to the fire to get something, and seemed to be holding an electrical appliance and left. After a while, another white figure also entered the fire and rode away on a horse.
They are all phantoms, and you can't see them clearly, but you can definitely see them.
As the three people kept burning things inside, there were more and more white figures, and they didn't leave empty-handed. They all seemed to be happy and walked out of the house like they wouldn't recognize their relatives.
As soon as Cai Gen closed his eyes, yes, he could see these things. He could always see them. Those white shadows were spirits, right? Why were there so many of them?
Shouldn't people go to the underworld after death? Look carefully, the white shadows all seem to be wearing the same clothes. Are they express delivery from the underworld? By the way, is the road guide given by the master the express delivery order?
While he was wondering around, a commercial car stopped next to Cai Gen. Two young men and a girl got out of the car. They saw Cai Gen saying hello. It was the girl from the Buddhist shop during the day.
Without saying anything else, she started unloading the ingots from the commercial vehicle, a bag of one thousand or a hundred bags. The girl found an empty spot and started unloading the truck.
Cai Gen saw that it was not a good idea not to do anything, and it was not a heavy object, so he also started to unload the truck. Although they were all stacks of paper ingots, one hundred bags was really a big pile.
