"One stick of incense costs one yuan. A handful of one hundred sticks equals one hundred yuan. How many sticks do you want?" the young man asked.
Cang Xi calculated the number of villagers, plus the number of their players, and the dungeon still had two nights left.
If you only burn incense, two or three handfuls may be enough.
But there are a lot of wild ghosts in the mourning hall, so you have to prepare at least ten sticks of incense for one day, and twenty sticks for two days.
"Twenty incense belts." Cang Xi gave him a round number.
The young man counted twenty handfuls of incense and said while filling the bag, "Twenty handfuls of incense equals two thousand."
Cang Fu nodded, pointed to another box and asked, "Get some more paper money."
The young man opened another box by himself and said, "A stack of joss paper costs five yuan, and a bundle is a hundred yuan. How many bundles of paper do you need?"
Cang Feng thought about how Uncle Qi and the others were burning paper, and then he said the number, "Ten sticks will do."
"Ten pricks equal a thousand." The young man took out all the paper.
He made an empty box to load the goods so that Cang Fei and the others would not be able to take them back with him. His service attitude was still very good.
Cang Ji added, "Let's light some candles and sesame oil too."
The young man nodded in agreement, went into the house and rummaged for a few minutes, and then came out holding a brown jar and a bag.
"These are the only candles we have. The sesame oil should last for two nights." The young man explained.
"Maybe it's not enough." Cang Fu frowned slightly.
If you only count the ghosts, these things will definitely be enough, but there are not many wild ghosts around.
It is certain that wild ghosts secretly eat sesame oil, and players cannot stop them all if they stop them. There will definitely be fewer of them.
The young man explained, "Then I will replenish the goods in the afternoon. If you are short of goods, you can come back and get the goods again."
Seeing Cang Xi nodded in agreement, the young man began to calculate the cost of candles and sesame oil. Two items cost 800 yuan.
Cang Ji pointed to the ceiling and said, "Two sets of shrouds, two sets of paper figures for boys and girls, and one set of paper houses."
The young man looked at Cang Ji strangely and asked, "Has anyone else passed away in the village?"
Cang Fu shook his head, "Not yet, just be prepared. If grandma likes it, I can give her another set."
The young man was choked and had nothing to say. Who would ask the deceased to change his clothes? This is very disrespectful to the elders.
He didn't bring it up to cause displeasure, because he helped calculate the price in his heart, and then reported the price to Cang Xi and others.
"Two thousand pieces of incense, one thousand pieces of paper, eight hundred pieces of candles and scented oil, two hundred pieces of shrouds, one hundred paper figures, and one hundred paper houses. The total is four thousand two hundred yuan."
Cang Rao nodded to make it clear and said, "I'm in a hurry and I don't have any money. Can you write me an IOU?"
The young man was stupefied by these words, frowned and said, "I can only borrow half."
"Uncle Qi said we can pay on credit." Cang Ji moved the NPC out.
The young man still shook his head and refused, "That's not possible, otherwise you can take less of your goods first?"
Cang Xi said simply, "Of course she has to come and pay for the goods I brought for my grandma. What do you think, boss?"
When the young man heard that the dead man would come to take the money in person, he was so angry that he pointed at Cang Fu and trembled, feeling that he was maliciously threatening.
Cang Fu continued to bluff, "Grandma Grandma doesn't need to walk now, and it won't take a few minutes to float over."
"The dead cannot pay on credit," the young man said unbearably.
If you ask a dead person to pay the bill, isn't that giving him coins? He is a good living person, so what's the use of holding coins?
What's more, there is such a big difference between the face value of Ming coins and cash, so he will lose blood, okay? Only a fool would agree.
"You can't write an IOU. If you don't have any money, just go back and get it before buying something." The young man waved his hand and drove them away.
There are so many young people, but none of them brought money. How dare they come into the store to buy things? It's not a shame.
"Then I won't write it down. I'll just tell you verbally. Once you draw up the bill, you can burn it for Grandma Grandma."
"Gungun, I won't sell it anymore!" The young man was so angry that Cang Li drove him away with a broom.
Cang Fu avoided the broom and said, "You have to have a good business attitude. If you are so fierce, you may be fired by the boss."
The young man was very angry. Whoever lives a good life and talks about things in the underworld will be angry if he is teased like this, right?
He waved his broom and shouted, "I said I won't sell it, and I won't give it on credit. You hurry up, or don't blame me for being rude!"
"You said you won't sell it?" Cang Fu took out the ax and put it on his shoulder. "I came all the way out of the village. I will be angry if I can't buy anything."
Cang Xi raised his ax and pointed it at the young man, "Give me a chance and advise you to reorganize your language."
The young man's throat was pinched, and as he watched Cang Fei take out the axe, his whole body began to tremble.
Is this a case of mental illness? A normal person would run out with an ax at any time if nothing happens.
"Yes, you can pay on credit." In order to save his life, the young man compromised.
The worst case scenario is losing a few thousand yuan. Compared with a life, a few thousand yuan is nothing, so just think of it as a loss of money and a disaster.
After Cang Xi bought something, he wrote a receipt for the young man, signed the bill and sent it to his grandmother, and burned it on the spot.
Threaten the boss to give credit and send the bill to grandma. This will be a great success.
The newcomers were impressed by the boss's operation and thought that Cang Fu was doing this kind of bandit behavior. He was also very handsome.
The money and goods were cleared, and the player and the young man said goodbye.
As soon as he walked out of the shop door, Yu Yu couldn't help laughing and said, "The boss is so awesome, look at what the boss looked like when he was choked."
Chen Xiang was concerned about another topic, "Boss, will grandma really come to pay?"
Cang Fu told a group of newcomers, "It was originally her own store, and the goods she took were her own."
"Mother-in-law's own shop?" Chu Yanlan was shocked.
The boss is indeed a boss, you can guess this, but how on earth did he figure it out?
Wen Qingyan asked, "If it belongs to my mother-in-law, wouldn't we only count it as running errands and not borrowing goods?"
Cang Ji chuckled softly, "I don't know about this."
Uncle Qi intends to let them go out to buy things, but the shop belongs to Grandma Grandma herself, which is interesting.
The most confusing thing is that my grandma has been dead for almost two days, and no one from her family has come back.
This situation is simply not consistent with common sense.
It can be seen from the attitude of the villagers that Grandma Grandma was a kind-hearted mother-in-law during her lifetime, and her children could not ignore her.
An old man can have a harmonious relationship with his village neighbors, so there is no reason for him to be estranged from his own family.
So, what is the reason?
Cang Rao cleared his mind and thought about it, connecting all the people and things related to Grandma Grandma.
An old man opened a shop. If she dies, if there are two children in the family, they will probably quarrel.
Once people have interests to gain, all relationships cease to be about intimacy. After all, the old man will die, and the assets should be left to future generations.
The young man from the Shouxi store looked strange, eerie and ghost-like. I don’t know what his mentality was when he came to guard the store.
"Boss, we are in trouble." Chen Xiang's shout interrupted Cang Xiang's thinking.
