She helped Yang Mushan look after the goods in the shop very quickly.
She left the house at a little over eight o'clock. The journey took more than half an hour. When she returned, it was not even ten o'clock.
It was basically the time it took to sit down and drink a cup of tea.
In fact, there was nothing much to look at. Yang Mushan put everything together. Yang Hao opened his Yin Yang Eyes and glanced at them. Although there were two items that were faintly shrouded in black gas, they were not the ominous items like Shang Qing's bracelet.
She only said that buying it would bring bad luck.
These two items might have once been Dark Artifacts. There were also ghosts in the tomb, but as time passed, the ghosts either reincarnated or their souls dissipated, leaving behind only artifacts that had been corroded by Yin Qi.
It wasn't too much of a hindrance, and Yang Hao wasn't really a black-hearted businessman.
His arrangements were more than enough to deal with these.
The peach wood exorcised evil spirits, coupled with the incense offerings, the Zhong Kui statue would eventually produce a greater exorcism effect because of the incense.
In this case, as long as these two objects were placed in front of the statue for a period of time, the Yin Qi inside would be eliminated.
When he got home, Yang Hao looked at his attributes. His commission points had risen from eight points yesterday to forty-three points. This was because he had burned almost half a catty of joss paper when he put up Zhong Kui's portrait.
Yang Hao didn't care about this anymore. He used a bag in the shop, put some yellow paper and a few pairs of money nails in it, and left the shop.
He had to find someone to help him make money.
It was too inefficient and tiring for him to do it alone. He was not short of money now. Not to mention the 200,000 yuan he had earned yesterday and today, even the inheritance left by the old man was more than 500,000 yuan.
That was the old man's lifetime savings…
It was actually easy to find laborers. Yang Hao grew up here and there were many locals in the Laocheng District.
Although they were basically all old.
However, Yang Hao wanted these people.
When a young man heard that he was asked to help with the paper money, he would basically reject it for the sake of his face, not to mention whether he would feel unlucky.
However, the weather was not good at this time of the year. It was winter. Although it was not as snowy as the north, it was only slightly past ten o'clock. There was not much sun, and the frost on the roadside had not completely melted.
At this time, the elderly were usually at home warming themselves by the fire.
However, this wasn't a problem for Yang Hao. He carried the bag and went straight to the nearest market.
The old man couldn't stay idle. It was almost time for dinner. At this time, there would definitely be many old people in the market.
Not long after entering the market, Yang Hao saw a few familiar faces in a shop selling rice.
"Auntie Liu, Uncle Wang, Grandpa Feng, it's such a cold day. Why didn't you go home earlier?”
"Hey, Lil Hao, you haven't gone back to school yet? Just now, we said that Old Yang had left, so your shop would definitely be closed. In the future, when we get old, I'm afraid our children will have to go far away to buy things!”
The few of them turned to look at Yang Hao. The old man among them smiled and said something that made Yang Hao almost roll his eyes.
"What the hell? He was still alive, yet he was already discussing the lack of a place to buy funeral supplies after he died? Moreover, he was thinking about where his children were going to buy things? How boring would that be!"
Not to mention that his shop wasn't closed now, even if it was closed, such a situation definitely wouldn't happen.
Chinese people were definitely sharp in business. Although ordinary people were unwilling to set foot in a shop, as long as there was profit, there would be people who would kill and set fire to it. There was no need to be afraid that no one would open a shop!
At this moment, another woman in her fifties looked at Yang Hao and smiled.""Lil Hao, are you preparing to cook for yourself? Buying vegetables? Come, let Auntie Liu see what delicious food you bought!”
"That's right! " Lil Hao is still the sensible one. My granddaughter is two years younger than Lil Hao, but look at her. She doesn't even have a finger to touch. Her parents still spoil her. I really don't know who will want this girl in the future.
Back then, at my age, I carried her father around and was busy at home. Everything was in order!”
The few elders had changed the topic, especially when it came to their children and grandchildren. They simply could not finish talking!
Yang Hao felt his teeth ache.
However, he still listened to them patiently for a few minutes.
Yang Hao only stepped forward when they started talking about him again.
"It's not a dish. I specially came here today to ask all the aunties, grandparents, and grandparents for help!”
As he spoke, Yang Hao stepped forward and opened his bag.
"Hey, Lil Hao, why are you carrying paper money?”
"That's right! What's the matter? We watched you grow up. If there's anything you need, just say it. If you can help, we definitely won't stand by and watch!”
Yang Hao smiled as he reached into his pocket and took out one of the money nails.
"Auntie Liu, Grandpa Feng, you should be familiar with this thing, right?”
"Of course I'm familiar with it. I have it at home too. In the past, I used to buy yellow paper to make paper money during the Qingming Festival. However, I haven't used it for many years. Now that technology has developed, only your grandfather still keeps the habit of making it by hand!”
"Yes, yes!" Yang Hao smiled and nodded.
"Grandpa Feng, I came here today for this.
Aren't you all retired or just idle at home? I would like to ask you to help me transfer paper money.
I'll provide the yellow paper, and I'll give you 30 yuan for a pound of paper money!”
"Thirty? Lil Hao, I remember that your shop only sold 21 catties! You gave us 30 yuan, are you losing money?”
"That's right! Are you going to raise the price of the joss paper in the shop? The price outside is also 20 yuan. If you raise the price, you won't be able to sell it!”
"No, Auntie Liu, don't think too much. The price won't increase, but I have a channel. Someone wants a large amount of handmade paper money. The price is 41 catties, but I can't handle it alone.”
Yang Hao's words made the elders wonder why there was such a person, but they didn't ask further.
As long as things were reliable, they didn't have to go against money.
Just as Yang Hao had said, they were either retired, laid-off, or even housewives.
Now that there was such an opportunity to earn money, how could he not be happy?
Moreover, Yang Hao had also said that this was a long-term plan, and it was definitely not something that could be settled in one or two days. As for the money, it could be settled every day.
Immediately, these old men did not have the time to chat and followed Yang Hao back.
On the way, the three old men helped Yang Hao advertise. When they reached the entrance of the shop, there were nearly ten old men.
(Today's second chapter!)
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