Chapter 70 The Faced Rice Shop Owner

"Who is it?" Qin Hui, who had just jumped out of the gate, immediately felt that someone was peeping at himself, but Qin Hui looked around and found nothing. Qin Hui, who stood still for a while, still felt like being peeped at, but he couldn't find the root, so he had to hum coldly and said, "Don't let me find you." After saying this, Qin Hui looked at the door behind him, and then disappeared into the night like the wind.

Qin Hui, who came to Zhao Village next door, asked a little like a reporter on the street, and then learned the direction of He Shunji.

Heshunji is the only rice shop in Zhaocun, and it is a well-known grain store because of its complete goods. Although the owner Wuma here has the nickname of a profiteer, this year, there are soldiers and horses everywhere, which is even more not surprising.

Standing at the door of He Shunji, Qin Hui looked at the grain shop that was still open in front of her and couldn't help but feel surprised. You know, it's more than two o'clock in the middle of the night. In this era without electricity, people rarely go out at night.

"Boss, are you there?" Qin Hui, who entered the store, asked while looking at the decorations in the store.

"Sir, you are coming! My father said that you would arrive in a while, but he didn't expect to be right again. With the sound, a silly young man, wearing a black hat with the word "get rich" on his head, came out of the back hall.

Qin Hui couldn't help but be a little surprised when she listened to this stupid boy's words. Although he learned from the mouth of the four-eye Taoist priest that this Wu Ma, which was originally only in the movie, was just a soy sauce, was an unrivaled master, but he did not expect that this Wu Ma could even figure out that he wanted to buy rice.

Thinking of Qin Hui here, he couldn't help but come up in his heart. When he saw the master's plan, he thought of Qin Hui here and asked with a smile, "Little brother, what did your father do?"

"I'll be there in a moment." With this, the fool took out a black package from under the chopping board and then handed it to Qin Hui.

Qin Hui took the black package handed over by the fool, as if to open it.

"Can't open it" With the shout, the fool pressed it on the package and said, "My father told you to take it back and open it, otherwise it won't taste good."

"Go back and open it!" Qin Hui looked at the black package and asked doubtfully, "Little brother, is this for me?"

The fool who heard this hit Hatchet and said, "Of course, what time is it? Who else will come out at this hour?"

"Dong-dong, Dong-dong, Dong-dong, oh, dong-dong." Just when Qin Hui was puzzled, with a strange shout, a black and red coffin was carried over by four smiling young men step by step, and then placed at the door of the rice shop.

Looking at the coffin parked at the door of the rice shop, Qin Hui looked solemn, because the four sedan chairmen not only looked the same, but also painted with thick pink on their faces, which did not look like normal people at a glance.

Tick, tick. With the loud shock of the loudspeaker, the four young men who put the coffin raised the black and red coffin lid with a smile.

Woo, woo, woo, after opening the coffin, a gust of cloudy wind blew from around, causing Qin Hui to cover her eyes.

When Qin Hui opened his eyes again, a feminine young man in a red robe, holding a long white whip, appeared in front of him. The young man in red had a pale face, with a three-point female face, and a bright red dot with a red pen on his forehead.

The young man looked at the black cloth bag in Qin Hui's hand and pointed to himself blankly, signaling Qin Hui to give him the bag.

"This is yours!" Qin Hui said, looking at the young man's outstretched hand, which seemed to be dyed with pink nail polish.

The young man listened, nodded, and then smiled at Qin Hui.

Qin Hui looked at the young man who smiled and looked a little charming and couldn't help shivering. Then he threw the black package to him without thinking about it.

The young man who took the package in his hand made a gesture of goodbye to Qin Hui and the fool, and then sat on the black-red coffin, carried by the four young men, and disappeared into the night.

"Hmm! There are guests!" With the voice, the afternoon horse, who made soy sauce in the movie, came out with a smile.

Qin Hui looked at Wu Ma with a smiling face and asked doubtfully, "Boss, a young man sitting in a coffin just came here to get things. Who is that young man?"

"What! Did you see that young man? Wu Ma, who heard this, looked disbelieving.

Listening to Wu Ma's words, the fool said with a smile, "Yes, Dad, he really saw the package you gave me, or did he give it to that person!"

Wuma, who heard this, slapped the fool on the head and scolded, "Who asked you to give him the package!"

When Qin Hui heard this, she asked, "Boss, I'm a friend of Chihiro Taoist priest. I came to buy glutinous rice from you. Who was that person just now? Now that I see it, don't hide it."

After hearing Qin Hui's words, Wu Ma was relieved and then said with a smile, "Oh! It turned out that Chihiro's cow nose asked you to come! I thought it was an ordinary person! But we haven't seen Chihiro for a long time. I thought he was dead!"

Qin Hui heard the voice and said, "Ha ha, Qianxun is doing well. Now he is in Uncle Jiu's Yizhuang. If he has time, he will definitely come."

Looking at what Qin Hui said, Wu Ma nodded, "Well, since you are Qianxun's friend, it's no secret. This young man is a ghost king. When he is free, he likes to eat the special rice cakes I made most. It's not that I brag with you. My rice shop does the business of living people during the day, and I do the business of dead people at night. In short, whether he is alive or dead, I can satisfy him.

With this, Wu Ma opened the box on one side and said, "There are rice cakes, rice cakes, rice noodles, and various styles in this store. Take it out and try it and see how it tastes?"

Qin Hui picked up a piece of rice cake, put it in her mouth and ate it, and praised, "Hmm! OK, it's really good. The rice cake is soft in the mouth, sticky and does not touch the teeth. It tastes really good!"

At noon, the horse laughed and said, "Hey, it tastes good! Remember this taste. When you die, you can also come to me to buy rice cakes, and this rice cake for ghosts is more fragrant than food for others! Haha, I promise you won't regret being a ghost at that time!"

Listening to Wu Ma's words, Qin Hui couldn't help asking, " By the way, since you cook food for ghosts, do you have any food for zombies?"

"Zombies! Haha, little brother, you are really good at it!" After saying this, Wu Ma took a jar from the bamboo basket above his head, and then opened it and said, "I think you are a friend of Chihiro's Taoist priest. Let me show you something good."

Qin Hui looked at the open jar in Wu Ma's hand and only felt a foul smell, mixed with the smell of blood.

Wu Ma looked at Qin Hui's frown, dug out a little red rice from the jar with a spoon, and said carelessly, "Look, this is the blood rice I made with my ancestral secret recipe. After the zombies finished eating it, they still want to eat it! And my workmanship is also very exquisite. I use selected chicken blood, pig blood, cow blood, sheep blood, horse blood, and human blood. You can try it first. I promise that after you eat it, you will never forget the taste even if you become a zombie!"

Listening to Wu Ma's words very well, Qin Hui couldn't help asking doubtfully, "Won't your rice made of human blood be regarded as a crooked evil way by those righteous people?"

When the horse heard this, he quickly closed the lid and then put it back into the bamboo basket above his head. After everything was done, he said to Qin Hui unhappily, "I think you are Qianxun's friend, and I just let you see my baby. Also, if you don't buy it, you can say that I am crooked, and I don't like to listen to it! You know, the world is sluggish, and there are many people selling blood for food. And I'm not scaring you. My rice shop has been uploaded to me from my ancestors for at least two or three hundred years. All of my friends in the yin and yang worlds have to give me three points of face. If you find something to do, I advise you to change to another one.

Qin Hui shook her head, then threw a gold bar to Wu Ma and said, "I'm here to take care of your business. Then, give me 100 catties of glutinous rice first. If I have any other needs in the future, I'll come over."

Wu Ma looked at Qin Hui and smiled. Then when he turned around, he secretly bit the gold bar with his teeth. Seeing that this was real gold, Wu Ma quietly put it in his pocket and laughed, "I'm telling you, how can Chihiro's friends come to smash my field!" Son, go and pack 100 catties of glutinous rice for your uncle.

When he saw his son calling rice, Wu Ma said to Qin Hui, "Mr. Qin is a gold bar as soon as he takes action. It's really rich! I have made a friend of you. If you need anything to eat in the future, you can come here.

After listening to Wu Ma's words, Qin Hui also nodded and smiled.