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

Song Mian couldn't bear to see Zhang Guiying sad, so he quickly took her hand and comforted her: "Grandma, don't think so much! I'm very happy to be with you now. Besides, my growth is also a good thing, which proves that I will have more opportunities to be with you in the future."

As she spoke, Song Mian smiled even brighter, and quickly said to Zhang Guiying, "Grandma, I can make a lot of money every day now. When I save enough for retirement, I will take you to your favorite Jiangnan town and buy you a house there!"

"Okay, grandma knows that our daughter is the best. Grandma is waiting for that day!" Zhang Guiying agreed without hesitation.

"But your grandfather has always been... You know what kind of person he is. You cheated them out of 600,000 yuan this time. Who knows what your grandfather will do to deal with you. What are you going to do then?" Zhang Guiying asked worriedly.

"He can't control me, grandma, don't worry." Song Mian comforted Zhang Guiying and chatted with her for a while.

Song Mian was waiting in the funeral clothing store early that night.

Song Mian waited until two o'clock in the morning before he finally heard the shop door being pushed open.

"Welcome..." Song Mian subconsciously looked towards the backyard.

The glass door leading to the backyard remained motionless, but the main door of the store was pushed open from the outside.

Seeing Qi Yefeng walking in from outside with a tired face, Song Mian was a little surprised: "Mr. Qi, why are you here at this time?"

"Isn't it all because of you?" Qi Yefeng glanced at Song Mian with resentment. "The ancestor appeared in my dream just after ten o'clock, asking me to go to the outskirts of the city to dig a pit in the middle of the night, and also told me to make sure to send whatever I dug to you."

Qi Yefeng placed a dark black stone box on the counter.

Seeing that the box was still stained with fresh mud, Song Mian looked at Qi Yefeng in confusion: "Mr. Qi, what is this?"

"The ancestor only asked me to deliver the things to you. I don't know the specific situation." Qi Yefeng said, his eyes swept around the room, "Is the ancestor here?"

"Not yet..." Song Mian had just finished speaking when he saw the glass door of the backyard being pushed open by Lin Jiaojiao.

Ding-ling-ling

Qi Yefeng watched as the glass door suddenly opened on its own, followed by a gust of cold wind, making him feel chilled all over. He couldn't help but shiver, "Is it the ancestor who's here?"

"Yes. Jiaojiao, are you bringing your friend here?" Song Mian looked at Lin Jiaojiao and the male ghost on her back in confusion.

The male ghost looked in very bad condition and looked very weak.

"This is the customer I brought for you in the ghost world, young boss. This is Mr. Zhang... Anyway, now is not the time to introduce each other. Boss Song, quickly prepare a bowl of wonton noodles for him! The box that Ye Feng brought contains his money, you can take whatever you want." Lin Jiaojiao said as she put the male ghost down.

"I'm really sorry. I was in poor health when I was alive, and I tend to be weaker after becoming a ghost. I need to eat more offerings than ordinary ghosts to obtain energy. Wonton noodles are my favorite..." Zhang Tiansheng said weakly.

"Here it comes, the wonton noodles will be here soon." Lin Jiaojiao quickly comforted Zhang Tiansheng.

Song Mian was troubled by this "wonton noodles".

Fortunately, there is a night market stall on the next street, which is open until five in the morning. Maybe there will be a store selling wonton noodles.

"Mr. Qi, let's go. I'll treat you to a midnight snack!" Song Mian pulled Qi Yefeng and asked him to drive to the next street and successfully bought four bowls of wonton noodles.

The total cost was less than thirty yuan. After Song Mian returned to the store, he gave two of the bowls to Lin Jiaojiao and Zhang Tiansheng respectively.

Even though Qi Yefeng was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the two bowls of wonton noodles disappear. "Boss Song, can you really give food directly to ghosts?"

Chapter 75

Song Mian ate noodles while studying the tightly closed stone box. "Yes, not only food, but also various things I can give directly to Gui. Mr. Qi, if you need anything in the future that you want me to pass on to Jiaojiao, you can also tell me directly."

Qi Yefeng moved closer to Song Mian and asked, "Then can you bring things from the ghost world to the human world?"

"Unfortunately, I can't bring anything from the ghost world back to the world of the living." Song Mian said.

Qi Yefeng felt a little regretful and asked, "Why?"

Song Mian thought for a moment and explained, "To put it simply, you can crush this wonton into pieces, but you can't restore it to its original shape. Everything in the ghost world has lost its 'life', so I can send some things in the living world that still have 'life' to the ghost world, but I can't give life back to things that have already lost their 'life'."

Qi Yefeng nodded thoughtfully: "I think I understand."

Song Mian quickly called out to Qi Yefeng: "If you understand, come and take a look at this box. It looks like there's some kind of mechanism on it. Why can't I open it?"

Qi Yefeng nodded thoughtfully: "I think I understand."

Song Mian quickly called out to Qi Yefeng: "If you understand, come and take a look at this box. It looks like there's some kind of mechanism on it. Why can't I open it?"

When Qi Yefeng approached Song Mian, Zhang Tiansheng had been eating the wonton noodles in his bowl.

Unable to stop eating, Zhang Tiansheng kept looking at Song Mian: "How can this girl make delicious wonton noodles? She is obviously not Rui'er, it's so strange..."

Seeing that Zhang Tiansheng was much better after eating, Lin Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Boss Zhang, you are a low-level ghost and need to eat some offerings to stay alive. It's been over a hundred years since you died, and you haven't eaten a single bite. If you keep this up, you will definitely be demoted!"

Food offerings are not necessarily necessary in the ghost world, but every ghost needs to eat some offerings for about a few decades to stabilize its own state.

But Chen Shubin was stubborn and insisted on eating only wonton noodles. As a result, he had not eaten the tribute properly for almost 80 years. No wonder he was so hungry that he lost his mind and ran to the management bureau to make trouble.

"I promised Rui'er that I would eat the wonton noodles she made. I promised her, and I must keep my word. As for those people from the Administration, they bullied me. They insisted that I didn't have enough money and didn't have the authority to check Rui'er's reincarnation place. That's why I got angry."

Chen Shubin kept eating, even tilting his head back to drink up all the soup before revealing a contented smile: "This tastes just like the wonton noodles Rui'er made. I know it must be Rui'er who's back. Quick, take me to see Rui'er!"