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

No one expected that Lin Jiaojiao could actually take out such a pair of shining shoes. Everyone was stunned for a moment.

You should know that tributes need to be burned before being sent to the underworld, so tributes such as shoes and clothes are often covered with a layer of gray color when they are burned in the underworld.

They have been ghosts for so many years, but this is the first time they have seen such shining shoes!

Report any unsuccessful employees immediately.

Ten minutes later, the ghost worker came back and said, "Our leader said it can be recycled. But this thing can only help you delay for three days. If you still can't produce more offerings or ghost money within these three days, you will be sent to work in hell again."

"My shoes are so beautiful, but they can only buy me three days of freedom?" Lin Jiaojiao felt very distressed.

"Ms. Lin, the color of your shoes is indeed very beautiful, but... the style of these shoes is really too old-fashioned." The clerk said tactfully.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a brief silence in the audience, and then everyone present burst into laughter.

"Come to think of it, these shoes are only worn by spirited young men, and only an old-fashioned person like Lin Jiaojiao would think they look good. If it weren't for the bright colors, I probably wouldn't even be able to buy these three days of freedom!"

Lin Jiaojiao blushed and quickly ran out of the hall.

Walking barefoot on the street, Lin Jiaojiao moved her pale and round toes, and Song Mian's face appeared in her mind.

She had never imagined that the things she bought from the world of the living could actually be handed over as tribute.

You have to know that she has been a ghost for more than three hundred years, and she only knew that ghosts can receive offerings burned by their descendants. She has never seen someone like the boss who can directly give things from the world of the living to ghosts.

If these shoes can be handed in, can she buy other things from your boss?

In that case, would she not have to go to hell?

After this thought came to Lin Jiaojiao's mind, she hurried to the Yang Realm.

At three o'clock in the morning, Song Mian had just made a bowl of instant noodles when he heard the glass door being pushed open and the bell on it making a crisp sound.

Turning around and seeing the familiar figure, Song Mian immediately showed great enthusiasm: "Ms. Lin, welcome!"

"Young boss, good evening." Lin Jiaojiao greeted Song Mian a little stiffly, but was surprised to find that Song Mian didn't seem as scared of her as last time: "Did I come at an inopportune time? Are you having dinner?"

"This is not dinner, but my midnight snack. Miss Lin, would you like to sit down and have some? This is the newly released instant noodles I bought. I heard they are delicious." Song Mian pulled Lin Jiaojiao to sit down and handed the bowl of instant noodles to Lin Jiaojiao.

"No, we ghosts can't eat these physical foods..." Before Lin Jiaojiao finished her words, she was surprised to find that she actually took the instant noodles handed to her by Song Mian!

If the last time the young boss gave Chelsea to her was just a coincidence, then she can now be sure that the young boss really has the ability to hand over things from the living world directly to ghosts!

Song Mian urged Lin Jiaojiao softly: "Miss Lin, come and try it and see how it tastes."

Lin Jiaojiao wanted to immediately mention that she was going to work in hell, and even thought about leaving this bowl of instant noodles as a tribute and taking it back to the ghost world.

But she hasn't eaten normal food for more than three hundred years.

Having seen living people eating instant noodles countless times in the world of the living, Lin Jiaojiao felt a fresh and fragrant smell entering her nose. By the time she came to her senses, she had already started eating uncontrollably.

Seeing that she liked it, Song Mian was not stingy and quickly took out another sausage, a salt-baked egg, and two lollipops for Lin Jiaojiao.

Lin Jiaojiao took a bite of the sausage, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down her eyes.

Song Mian was shocked.

Is this so delicious that it makes you cry?!

But Lin Jiaojiao couldn't stop crying, and tears and blood flowed like a spring.

"Miss Lin, are you not full? How about I make you another bowl?"

"No, I'm just sad when I think about never being able to see you again and never being able to eat such delicious food!" Lin Jiaojiao's tense emotions collapsed in an instant. "Boss, I'm going to be sent to work in hell! You have no idea how scary that place is! Many low-level ghosts I knew went there to work, and I don't know what happened to them in hell. Not a single one of them could survive seven days in hell! I'm worried. I'm worried that if I go, I'll end up like them."

Song Mian then listened to Lin Jiaojiao explain her current situation.

"If you can't pay taxes, you will have to go to hell to work! This is too scary!" Song Mian thought of the Baidu Encyclopedia article about the Eighteen Levels of Hell that he had read before.

The Eighteen Levels of Hell represent eighteen different kinds of torture and are the place that people fear most, both before and after death!

"Ms. Lin, can't you just not go?" Song Mian took the initiative to say, "Didn't you say that the Chelsea I sold you could be handed over as tribute? Then does that mean these foods, or the things I traded with you, can also be handed over as tribute? As long as you hand over enough, you won't have to work in hell for a while, right? I have boxes of instant noodles, sausages, salt-baked eggs, and lollipops here. I can sell them to you."

In fact, Song Mian knew very well that the things she sold to Lin Jiaojiao were only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

If Lin Jiaojiao could find her family and add her name to the family tree, her descendants' incense would automatically fall into her hands in the future, and she wouldn't have to struggle to survive.

But there are so many people with the surname Lin in this world, and she has no way to help Lin Jiaojiao find her descendants. She can only do what she can.

"It should be. I'm not sure, but I can give it a try." Lin Jiaojiao excitedly hugged Song Mian: "Miss Song, if this really works, then you'll be my lucky star! Don't worry, I used to live in this yard, and I know there are still some copper coins and silver coins hidden here. Let's go dig them out together later, just as a reward for you!"

"Then I'll have to give you some more gifts." Song Mian thought for a moment and continued, "Ms. Lin, why don't you let me give you a complete transformation? I promise to turn you into the most beautiful goddess... No, a female ghost!"

She felt a little guilty about selling the Chelsea shoes that the energetic young man loved to wear to Lin Jiaojiao last time.

"Then let's go dig something first!" Lin Jiaojiao blinked at Song Mian eagerly.

Song Mian agreed immediately, took the pink shovel she bought today, and followed Lin Jiaojiao to the backyard.

Thirty minutes later, Song Mian successfully dug out ten copper coins and a piece of silver.

It was preliminarily estimated that these things could be sold for at least more than 10,000 yuan. Song Mian never thought that he could make so much money in one night!

You have to know that her total capital was only two or three hundred yuan, and it increased a hundred times in just a few hours. It was so easy for her to make money!

Lin Jiaojiao was not satisfied: "Little Boss, you'd better not give me a full body transformation."

Because so much time had passed, there were far fewer antiques left in the yard than she had expected.

"That won't do!" Song Mian accepted the copper coins and small change. "I accepted your things, so you have to accept mine too, otherwise I won't do business with you next time. Besides, I treat you as a friend. You are so polite to me, don't you want to be friends with me?"

"Of course not!" Lin Jiaojiao knew that Song Mian was kind-hearted, so she held Song Mian's hand tightly. "Little boss, a good boss like you should make a fortune. Don't worry, I will definitely help you attract business after I return to the ghost world!"