My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

"I'll go back and look for it. I'll contact you if I find it." After saying goodbye to Mr. Su, Song Mian returned to the funeral clothing store.

The owner of the wholesale market had already delivered all the things she bought. She moved all the things into the house by herself and began to count and organize them carefully.

After finishing his work, Song Mian carefully counted his own small treasury.

Just now, Song Mian suddenly received 30,000 yuan transferred from an unfamiliar account, and the transfer note on the other party was the big words "Meng Kai's voluntary gift".

She quickly placed an order online for some of the food props that food bloggers love most for Meng Qia. Song Mian was surprised to find that she now had a savings of 150,000 yuan!

She had asked the doctor before, and her grandmother's heart surgery would cost 200,000 yuan plus about 70,000 to 80,000 yuan for follow-up treatment.

"Including the caregiver's money, the total is probably around 300,000." Song Mian sat in a chair sipping milk tea and couldn't help laughing. "I originally thought this was a goal I would never be able to accomplish in my lifetime. Now it seems that with another big order, I might be able to save grandma!"

Reluctantly resisting the urge to call grandma to tell her the news, Song Mian quickly fell into a deep sleep out of peace of mind.

For the next seven days, every time Lin Jiaojiao appeared in a dream for the descendants of the Qi family, she would come to the funeral clothing store.

"You said that in your dream, you asked your descendants to come to my shop to buy a tablet for you?" Song Mian looked at Lin Jiaojiao in surprise.

Lin Jiaojiao was chewing on the tribute Song Mian prepared for her today.

The vacuum-packed spicy duck neck was so fresh and delicious that Lin Jiaojiao couldn't stop eating it for a long time. "Yes, I'm a regular customer of yours. Of course, my descendants will have to come to your store to patronize it."

"Jiaojiao, you are indeed my loyal customer! Don't worry, when your descendants come to buy a tablet for you, I will give them at least a 10% discount!"

Lin Jiaojiao quickly picked out a cup of instant milk tea from the tribute, asked Song Mian to make it for him, and then said, "Young boss, you must know that the youngest descendant of the Qi family is indeed a good person.

But this kid has done a lot of stupid things since he was a child. Last time I told you about what he did when he was seven, right? Today we will continue from when he was eight!

Seeing Lin Jiaojiao's enthusiasm, Song Mian sighed and shook his head helplessly, then took out a large bag of melon seeds and started eating them.

Ever since Lin Jiaojiao knew that she had descendants in the Qi family, in just seven days, she had learned almost everything about the lives of everyone in the Qi family from the past to the present.

The more Lin Jiaojiao learned, the more Song Mian listened to her, and every night during business hours he was busy eating the Qi family's melons.

Among so many people in the Qi family, Lin Jiaojiao cares most about the youngest descendant of the Qi family.

After successfully listening to Lin Jiaojiao's gossip all night, Song Mian waited until dawn to send Lin Jiaojiao away. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard the wind chimes on the door ring.

"Welcome--!" Song Mian subconsciously looked towards the glass door leading to the backyard, but surprisingly did not see any ghost coming to the backyard.

Come to think of it, it's daytime now and there are no more ghost customers.

Turning his head to look at the main entrance of the funeral clothing store, Song Mian subconsciously raised his hand to block the morning light coming in from outside the main entrance.

A tall and well-proportioned young man pushed open the main door and walked in.

The morning light cast a golden glow over the man's entire body, making his deep amber eyes appear even brighter. His high nose bridge, diamond-shaped lips, cold white skin, and perfect face shape were all impeccable.

Song Mian had only seen super handsome guys of this level on TV, and for a moment he thought it was a big star from a film crew who accidentally walked into his store!

What excited Song Mian the most was not the man's appearance, but his identity.

This was a living person, the first living customer she had met in the two weeks since she opened the shop!

"Welcome, sir. How can I help you?" Song Mian quickly walked up to the man, shaking off his previous sleepiness.

Only then did he realize that the tip of his head could barely touch the man's shoulder. Song Mian made a preliminary estimate and found that the man was at least 1.85 meters tall.

The man pursed his lips, his expression looking a little conflicted.

Song Mian was full of questions, and then he found that the man had very fair skin, which made his dark circles look particularly heavy.

"Excuse me, can you make custom tablets here?" The man saw the various tablets on the counter that hadn't been engraved with names yet and chose one with a simple lotus pattern. "I'll take this one. Please engrave it with Qi Linshi, and my name is Jiaojiao..."

Song Mian paused. "Are you Lin Jiaojiao's descendant? Is your last name Qi?"

Qi Yefeng opened his eyes wide in disbelief and stared at Song Mian in shock: "How did you know?!"

Qi Yefeng has been haunted by the female ghost named Lin Jiaojiao for seven days.

Every night when he closed his eyes, he would dream of the female ghost in ancient costume. As soon as they met, she would pull him aside and call him her dear grandson, saying that she was her ancestor who had been lost for more than three hundred years.

At first he didn't take this little thing seriously at all and thought it was just a dream.

But he had the same dream for seven days, and as time passed, his dreams became clearer and clearer. Not only could he hear the female ghost asking him to set up a memorial tablet, but she had even decided in advance where to buy the burial clothes for the tablet!

Last night in the middle of the night, he dreamed of a female ghost again, so he went to search for the Haozailai Funeral Clothing Store with a try-it attitude.

Qi Yefeng came here to buy a tablet with the attitude of giving it a try, so he never expected that the clerk in front of him actually knew him, and even knew Lin Jiaojiao!

"Simply put, I am Lin Jiaojiao's client. I will help her hand over the tablet she selected in advance, and go to your house to choose a good south-facing location to ensure that you will really start to worship her." Song Mian took out a tablet that had been prepared in advance from the counter as instructed by Lin Jiaojiao.

A very novel style of memorial tablet. The black tablet is decorated with rivets and heart patterns, which looks very non-mainstream.

"Put down the tablet in your hand. Jiaojiao doesn't like the regular style. This is a custom version she asked me to make. You can just worship this one."

As Song Mian spoke, he stuffed the tablet in his hand into Qi Yefeng's hand.

Qi Yefeng held the tablet in his hand, his face full of doubt about his life.

He suspected that the boss in front of him was a charlatan.

But Lin Jiaojiao’s name was actually carved on this non-mainstream tablet in advance!

Too many irrational things rushed into Qi Yefeng's mind at once. He put down the non-mainstream tablet and calmed down carefully: "Wait a minute, this amount of information is really too much, I can't take it in at the moment. Let me go back and think about it carefully. I won't buy this tablet for now!"