There are very few paper-making shops, and most of them are clustered in old streets in the suburbs.
In Tieshan's words, as time progresses and science develops, these things with superstitious ideas are increasingly rejected by society.
The young man scoffed and dismissed it.
The craftsmen are old and weak.
Let alone looking for a qualified successor, even if you pay for someone to come and learn from you, they may not agree.
After all, these days, even if you go to a construction site to move bricks, you can earn more money than just tying paper.
It was nine o'clock in the morning when Tieshan and I came here, and the old street seemed extremely deserted.
Tieshan pointed to a shop that offers "one-stop funeral services" and said to me: "Well, I saw this shop yesterday. It handles funerals and has everything you need, including the paper dolls you mentioned."
"Go in and have a look." I walked into the store first.
The area of this store is really not small, covering 70 or 80 square meters.
There are connected shelves on the left, filled with incense, candles and yellow paper.
There were bunches of tied wreaths stacked in the back corner, at least fifty-six of them.
On the right side, paper items are placed in an orderly manner.
Paper people, paper cars, paper refrigerators, paper villas...
Most of the necessities that are popular in today's society can be found here.
I even saw the latest iPhone 11 phone that was exactly the same as the one I had in my hand. Well, it even came with a manual.
Tieshan squatted in front of a car made of paper and said to me: "Hey, do you see it? It's a Porsche Cayenne. The license plate number is already on it. Is this really going to work in the underworld?"
I couldn't help but laugh and said: "How about using it as a psychological effect? We two living people have never been to the underworld."
"You two, what do you need?"
The shop owner is a middle-aged man in his fifties, dressed in black and looking a bit old-fashioned.
He held a porcelain teapot, looked at the rows of paper and tasted it, and said: "The world of the world is developing, and the world of the underworld is naturally developing. Our profession is the food of the underworld. We should follow the trend and advance with the times."
Tieshan said with a smile: "It's good to follow the trend, but the car you burned to death has a Zhongzhou license plate. This...hey, I don't understand."
The shop owner said confidently: "Maybe there is a city in the underworld called Zhongzhou."
"Is this okay?" Tieshan looked at me, his mouth twitching, expressing his speechlessness.
"Hahaha, that's what I said." The shop owner grinned and said, "Okay, you two just watch. If you need anything, call me anytime."
With that said, he walked behind the counter and drank tea and smoked by himself, feeling very comfortable.
I looked carefully for a while and made sure I didn't see anything similar to the Wanhun Umbrella made of paper. I felt regretful and said, "Go and find out."
Tieshan responded, walked over and gave the shop owner a cigarette, leaned on the counter and asked: "Did you tie these paper utensils?"
The shop owner lit the chimney and said, "No way, who has time to do this now?"
“There are ready-made paper-making companies, and you can call them at any time.”
The shop owner blew out smoke, looked at Tieshan and me with squinted eyes and said, "Just tell me what exactly you two need. If I have it, I will definitely find it for you."
Tieshan took a long puff of cigarette and said in a deep voice: "Do you have the Wanhun Umbrella?"
The shop owner looked confused and said: "Wanhun Umbrella? What is this? Is it an umbrella made of paper?"
"Almost." I stepped forward and added: "To be precise, it is an umbrella made up of 10,000 shrouds."
"Are you making a fuss?" the shop owner flicked his cigarette ashes and questioned, "I've been running a funeral shop for ten years, and I've never heard of the Wanhun Umbrella."
