You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Lin Jingyu looked helpless.

"It's good to have it. I begged Lao Zhong for a long time and tried to pierce the bamboo, but he got several cuts on his hands. I was the one who got the bamboo."

"Look at this paper car. A Biao and I tried to make it, but it didn't turn out well. We really can't make a paper horse. It's too difficult."

Su Chen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "In such a big city like Cuicheng, is there no paper craftsman? This job needs a professional."

"Dude, back when the Four Olds were being destroyed, anyone with real talent would either hide in the mountains and not dare come out, or be caught and paraded through the streets, and no one knew where they went afterward. How could anyone still do this kind of work?"

Su Chen nodded: "Okay, paper, bamboo, and paint pens. I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll make a few."

Lin Jingyu and A Biao exchanged glances, both delighted and happy: "It's great that you're here. Uncle Ye will definitely be overjoyed."

The two of them hurriedly moved their things to the fortune-telling stall. After they finished, Lin Jingyu said to Su Chen, "Brother, the funeral will be over tomorrow. I plan to go to Uncle Ye's wife's grave the day after tomorrow and move it. What do you think?"

"Okay, you can arrange it."

Lin Jingyu rubbed his hands and said, "But buddy, you have to draw more talismans. If you can't sell them all, put them in A Biao's shop. That way, if something happens, the talismans can serve as a backup, right?"

Su Chen laughed: "Okay, I understand."

Lin Jingyu and A Biao left and came back soon.

She was holding a bag with two apples, a box of cloud cakes, a bag of candy, and a box of chocolates in it.

"Come here, Honghong, this is a gift from uncle."

Honghong subconsciously turned to look at Su Chen.

"Take it and say thank you."

"Thank you, uncle~"

"good!"

After the two people left, Honghong swallowed, quickly tightened the bag and put it aside.

Su Chen asked her: "Honghong, don't you like these?"

Honghong shook her head: "I want to take it home and give it to my grandparents, my brothers and sisters."

This kid...

"This is what your uncle gave to you, Honghong. Eat it if you want. If your grandparents, brothers and sisters want to eat it, dad will buy some for them when we get home."

Honghong lowered her head: "But..."

"There's nothing to worry about. Honghong, even though you're the eldest, you're still daddy's baby. Just eat what you're supposed to eat. Don't overthink it."

Even though she said that, Honghong didn't dare to eat more and just took a bite of the apple.

When Su Chen gave her a picture book and read it to her, the little girl immediately began to read it with great interest.

Seeing this, Su Chen started to chop bamboo.

Old Liao, who was standing opposite, saw this and asked at the top of his voice, "Young man, what are you doing?"

"Make some paper people and paper horses."

"You know this thing? I've never seen anyone do it before."

Su Chen nodded: "There will be in the future."

Su Chen was very unfamiliar at first, but gradually he got into the groove.

The bustling Chunming Street seemed isolated from him. The bamboo strips in his hands seemed like an extension of his fingers, turning and bending little by little as he moved them...

After a while, a small horse rack was ready.

Su Chen put it aside, started the car again, and then the house...

After everything is tied, start pasting paper.

Old Liao was watching from the opposite side at first, but then he walked up to Su Chen and kept clicking his tongue.

"Oh my, this craftsmanship is amazing."

"The old craftsmen didn't do it this well, right?"

He even weighed and pressed the finished horse, nodding: "It's solid, very solid. It looks exactly like a horse. It looks exactly like one!"

When Su Chen pasted the paper on, Lao Liao nodded and said, "It looks good, just like the real thing."

When Lin Jingchun brought Ah Ming over, he heard what Lao Liao said. He coughed lightly and said, "Uncle Liao, someone is here to buy steamed buns!"

"Oh, it's coming."

Lao Liao stood up and took a look: "Hey, who's fooling around again... Ah Chun, why are you here? You didn't go to work today?"

"Yes, come and take a look."

Su Chen's hand paused, and he slowly put down the small brush stained with paste.

"Officer Chun, what's up?"

Lin Jingchun smiled and took out three hundred-yuan bills and handed them to him: "Master, thank you so much for yesterday, otherwise Ah Ming and I would really..."

Ah Ming nodded repeatedly: "That's right, Master. If it weren't for your talisman, my life would be in danger. We can't owe you the money for this talisman, so please accept it quickly."

Su Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't hate money."

He took the money, looked at their faces carefully, and said, "Be careful in the next three days."

"I understand, I understand. One of them ran away. He must be holding a grudge, and he has a gun. The captain and I both have our amulets on us, and I still have three more."

Ah Ming chuckled as he spoke: "Master, having this amulet is like having nine lives like a cat. No, we are even more powerful than cats. We have ten lives."

"When I save enough money, I'll have twenty or thirty more..."

Su Chen reminded: "Be cautious and avoid arrogance, only then can you be safe."

Ah Ming was startled for a moment, then immediately calmed down and said, "Master, I will obey you."

Su Chen then looked at Lin Jingchun: "Anything else?"

"Ah Ming, please go to the front and buy me a box of noodles and tea cakes."

After sending Ah Ming away, Lin Jingchun lowered his voice and asked, "Captain Zhang said that you found a place full of bones, and it was made of cement?"

"Ah."

"He found out, but he's too busy to come, so he asked me to tell you, Master. That place was a pig farm before the founding of the People's Republic of China, but it's been abandoned. The villagers say it's very spooky, and no one dares to go near it."

Su Chen frowned: "Before the founding of the country?"

So long?

Seeing Lin Jingchun nod with certainty, he nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Not long after Lin Jingchun left, Lao Liao came over happily.

"Young man, what did Ah Chun say to you?"

“Postpartum Care of Sows.”

"...Ah?" Old Liao glared after coming to his senses. "Alright, alright, it's okay if you don't ask. Hey, your cooking skills are really good!"

Su Chen smiled and continued pasting paper.

When it was time for dinner, Su Chen took Honghong to Lao Zhang's place to drink pot-side porridge and eat fried dough sticks. He then took the little one for a walk and bought some hair ties, hairpins and headbands.

He noticed Honghong staring at the scarf and suggested that she choose one for each family member. Then he went to look at coats and bought one for Old Man Su for more than a thousand yuan.

When they returned to the stall with bags and packages, Lin Jingyu was squatting and touching the paper house.

"Oh my god, man, your craftsmanship is amazing! You actually built a courtyard house!"

“That’s awesome, that’s awesome.”

"Not yet, need to paint it."

Su Chen sat down with a smile, read a picture book to Honghong, asked her to continue reading, and then picked up the paint.

Lin Jingyu scratched his head: "Actually, this is pretty good. It's also good without color."

Su Chen disagreed: "That world is already gray and gloomy. Without a little color, it would be boring."

He dipped the brush in the ink and quickly started coloring the paper horse. The already lifelike paper horse became even more lifelike after the coloring.

Lin Jingyu gave a thumbs up.

After Su Chen colored the paper figure, Lin Jingyu pointed at the eyes and said, "Brother, the eyes are not finished yet. Where are the pupils?"

Lao Liao on the opposite side rolled his eyes: "Young people nowadays, they don't know any taboos at all."

"Paper figures don't have eyes painted on them, paper horses don't raise their manes when they stand, people laugh and horses neigh, and you won't hear them. If you don't remember, please, King of Hell."

Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment and looked at Su Chen suspiciously. When he saw him nod, he suddenly understood.

Then he asked cautiously, "Dude, are these eyes painted on like spirits? Or are they easily possessed by something?"

"It could be both."

"Oh," Lin Jingyu nodded in understanding, then raised an eyebrow, "Then if I draw the eyes, they'll burn immediately, right? That's fine, right?"

"Are you sure it will burn right away? Any time you carry it, an accident could happen."

Lin Jingyu: “!!!”

"Oh my god, luckily Brother Biao and I didn't know how to do it before, otherwise we wouldn't know the taboos and would definitely cause trouble!"

He sighed for a while, then turned around to see Honghong's little hands reading the characters on the picture book. He leaned over to take a look and said, "Wrong, wrong, this is the word 'tree'. Come, come, Honghong, uncle will teach you. If you want to learn characters, you have to start with pinyin. Wait a minute, uncle will get you a pen and paper..."