prisoner in the door

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Building 25

She remembered that when Li Sanya knew that the wall of her house had collapsed, what she said was to ask Mo Zhenzhen to go to the ancestral hall first to ask the two door gods to come home.

Mo Zhenzhen suddenly regained consciousness.

It’s no wonder that Mo Zhenzhen didn’t think of door gods at the beginning. In fact, this kind of thing has almost disappeared in the city. In her memory, she also saw door gods in Hongzao Village. There is no such thing as door gods in ancient costume movies and TV dramas. up.

Moreover, the buildings now have single doors, and the fronts are not as big as the courtyard doors in the village. How can the two door gods stick together?
While thinking about this matter in her mind, she washed her face, combed her hair, took care of her skin, put on sunscreen and changed her clothes.

She needs to go out as soon as possible.

The home was not safe, and neither was she.

Although the player's state of "leaning on both sides" is conducive to doing tasks and collecting clues, it is too unsafe for Mo Zhenzhen.

No matter at any time, Mo Zhenzhen's first consideration is her own safety.

If there is no task or no task, I will not be able to survive, who cares about the task!
Holding a parasol, Mo Zhenzhen took a taxi to the funeral street.

In this era of combating feudal superstition, there are corresponding regulations in big cities such as paper money, paper figurines, and incense candles. They cannot be sold at will. If you want to buy them, you can only buy them in places that specialize in funeral supplies.

Mo Zhenzhen had been here yesterday, and she was familiar with the road this time, and went straight into an inconspicuous little door.

There is no signboard in this shop, and the door face is only half the size of the door face on the side. There are not many things inside. There are two rows of cabinets in the small store. Incense sticks, paper money, ghost coins, and stacked clothes.

There are not many items, and the style is nothing new. The light in the store is dim, and there is a little brother playing with his mobile phone behind the counter.

Mo Zhenzhen was recommended by an uncle.

At that time, she asked an old lady who was watching and playing cards under the tree on the street where she sold paper money incense candles.

The aunt recommended this shop to her, saying that this shop is a time-honored shop. His family used to sell coffins for funerals. After the new government was established and everyone cremated, their family only traded in incense, candles and paper money.

Mo Zhenzhen stepped into the small shop with a parasol, and put the umbrella away sideways.

The little brother behind the counter didn't raise his head when he heard someone entering the door, and said something lazily.

"Take whatever you want, ten yuan for a box of incense, 25 yuan for a coil of incense, five yuan for a pile of paper money, and 15 yuan for a pile of stacked gold ingots, no bargaining"

The store is not big and there are not many things, but the things sold inside are valuable.

Mo Zhenzhen said with a smile while arranging the parasols while standing at the door.

"Brother, I want to invite two door gods home, do you have any for sale here?"

This little brother was typing on the phone pad with both hands quickly. Hearing Mo Zhenzhen's voice, he raised his head. When he saw Mo Zhenzhen standing at the entrance where the light and shadow were separated, he was instantly excited. When I got up, I stood up very enthusiastically, the impatience on my face disappeared without a trace, and I smiled very brightly.

"Beauty, you are here again, come in and sit down, what do you want to buy? My brother will give you a discount!"

Mo Zhenzhen didn't move, she stood at the door and continued to arrange the parasol, her snow-white fingers flicked on the folded black umbrella surface, making her fingers more white, tender and slender.

"I want to invite two door gods, brother, do you have any for sale?"

Brother heard clearly this time.

"Door God? What are you going to ask that thing for? Beauty, did something bad happen to you?"

Mo Zhenzhen paused as she tidied up the umbrella, 'that thing'?Such a title is disrespectful.

Mo Zhenzhen began to re-examine the little brother who kept the store in her heart, but she didn't show it on the surface.

"I've moved to a new house, and I want to invite two door gods, brother, do you have any for sale here?"

The little brother touched his face and said in a bit of embarrassment.

"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 make up my mind about those things, which are very expensive. One piece costs 1 yuan, and if you want to buy it, you have to buy two at a time."

1 yuan a piece is indeed not cheap, and Mo Zhenzhen readily agreed.

"Yes, but can I meet this master?"

The little brother waved his hand, and the smile on his face grew wider.

"No, no, no need to call master, I'll call my dad right now!"

As he said that, the little brother quickly started to dial the phone number and called.

Mobile phones in this era are relatively loud. As long as the surroundings are quieter, people standing nearby can hear the voice coming from the other end of the phone.

The man who answered the phone said, "Hello?" ' Said very loudly.

"Dad! Come to the store quickly, there is a customer who wants to buy a door god!"

"Stinky boy! How many times have I said it! It's 'please'! If you are so outspoken, I will beat you up!"

"Okay, please, please, please, please. That guest wants to invite two door gods. Dad, come to the store quickly, and the price is [-] for one!"

"Hmph, let her wait. The door god is so easy to invite. It has to be an auspicious day to start writing. She can have it if she wants?"

"Only two broken paintings, ten thousand one you..."

The little brother was a little anxious to speak, and immediately wanted to talk to his own father about the 1 yuan a piece, which adds up to 2 yuan.

Prices are low in this era, and money is very valuable. Buying two paintings for 2 yuan is like a piece of cake in the sky for this little brother. If you miss this village, you will not have a 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 quickly. The beautiful woman suddenly realized that it was not worth spending 2 yuan, so she went to buy it from someone else's house!

But before the little brother finished speaking, Mo Zhenzhen walked up to the counter and tapped on the counter to interrupt what he was about to say.

"Brother, can I talk to the master?"

The little brother was dazzled by Mo Zhenzhen's bright smile, his impatience towards his stubborn father disappeared in an instant, and he handed over the phone with a smile.

"Hey, my dad is just too stubborn. Don't take what he tells you to heart."

Mo Zhenzhen took the phone, but didn't reply to the little brother's words, and talked to the person on the other side of the phone.

"Hi master, I want to ask the two door gods to go home. Master, I don't know much about this. I just opened a new home yesterday and feel uneasy. I want to ask the two door gods to go home to protect the house from evil spirits. When can you start writing, I can wait." Mo Zhenzhen's words have been practiced, her tone is kind but a little distant, and the speed of her speech is also very comfortable to listen to. feel.

Just listening to the voice can make people picture a well-educated, educated, reserved, polite, respectful and kind intellectual woman in their minds.

All in all, listening to her talk can increase goodwill, especially some old people who are old and have a conservative mentality like her the most.

The voice of the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone dropped twice, and it didn't sound so blunt.

"You just moved to a new house? Have you worshiped the Sifang God? First worship the Sifang God, and you have to wait at least ten days to start writing. If you are in a hurry, I can ask others to help you get two statues."

Four gods?
It was something she hadn't touched yet.

So Mo Zhenzhen humbly asked for advice.

"Master, I'm new here and I don't know much about it. Yesterday I heard that people died in my newly rented neighborhood. I'm a little scared. Master, can you please give me some advice?"

These words are very level, and they are pitiful, very polite, and have a begging attitude.

(End of this chapter)