After wearing cannon fodder, I really smell

Chapter 82 Unworthy Descendants
Yan Yanyou smiled mysteriously: "Temporarily keeping it secret, but if it succeeds, maybe the business of the shop can be reopened."

Because it was almost Qingming, she thought of this method in a flash.

But I just don't know if it will be successful.

Fortunately, there is still a sum of money that can be used here, otherwise nothing can be done!
"Young master wants to make incense?" Shopkeeper Li could only think of this.

Yan Yanyou shook her head, she really wanted to make incense directly, with all kinds of incense recipes in her mind, was she still worried that the shop would not be able to survive, but unfortunately the checkpoint stipulated that incense and candle shops were not allowed to sell incense.

"Young master, your body is not suitable for such labor at all." Mrs. Li looked distressed. In the past, when her master and wife were around, she never let the young master get involved in business matters. There was an accident, and the young owner was dragged sick and worried about the business in the shop.

I also blame them for not raising Li Congwen, that rebellious son, otherwise, even if the owner and wife are gone, according to the previous regulations, no matter what the business, the shop would not be in such a state, eh.

"My old lady still has some strength, and there should be some materials in the warehouse. I will take advantage of this time to stack more gold ingots and sell them in the market..."

"Aunt Li." Yan Niaoyou refused warmly, "Don't worry, I know my own body."

In fact, she seriously suspected that part of the original body's weakness might be due to the fact that the original body's parents were too pampered.

Besides, those gold ingots are not worth much, and the main thing in the shop is incense candles and incense.

"You also know that I have this disease, and I seldom go out since I was a child. Instead, I like to read all kinds of books. I once saw a prescription for incense candles in a miscellaneous book, and I wanted to try it. If If it succeeds, you don’t have to worry about the business in the shop in the future.”

"Really?" Mrs. Li clasped her hands together and bowed in all directions, "That's really blessed by God, all gods bless you."

It seems that it is really what that sentence is called... What is the sky.

Shopkeeper Li was not as naive as Lady Li, but he didn't want to hurt the Young Master's family, so he agreed softly.

Li Congwen learned the craft from an old joss stick master. Later, when the master left, Li Congwen improved the recipe himself. The joss sticks he made have no peculiar smell when burned, and they will not burn out like the old joss sticks. The black smoke will not be extinguished instantly by a little wind.

Therefore, with this joss stick, the Chen family joss stick shop grew bigger step by step, and it also provided for the needs of the temple.

So when Li Congwen left, he took those guys with him, and couldn't find any other incense stick masters for a while, so...

Although Shaodong's family saw a new recipe, he didn't think it would be successful. At least in the county town, there was no incense candle that could compare to Li Congwen's. It would not be worthwhile to buy from Fucheng and other places.

Difficult!

Shopkeeper Li made up his mind in his heart that he must search everywhere and find the candle master as soon as possible.

Seeing that shopkeeper Li didn't believe it, Yan Nianiao didn't say much, after all, she really didn't succeed in making it.

However, the prescriptions I saw in the book are not fake. Should "Qixianglu" be counted as a book?

Anyway, shopkeeper Li would not enter her room, and Mrs. Li was illiterate.

People in the county will be jealous of these shops that have nothing to do with funerals, but it is really impossible to sell this kind of business. You can't come to ask people if your family needs paper money for incense sticks, right?

I'm afraid it will be beaten out!

"Ahem..." It's not easy for her to sell to the living, so could it be that she can't sell to the dead?
To be precise, ghosts.

Taixuanzong's Fuqian Peak has a ghost cultivator branch.

She has seen it from afar, and it seems to be no different from ordinary people, shouldn't it be scary?
Yan Niaoyou rubbed her chin, fearing she couldn't control it anymore, she could only think of such a way for the time being.

She can't compete with Li Congwen for the business of the living, but Li Congwen won't compete with her for the business of the dead, right?

On the second day, after shopkeeper Li bought the spices back, Yan Niaoli asked Mrs. Li to move the materials for making incense candles stored in the warehouse on the second floor to the room, and closed the door and said that she wanted to make it herself.

Outside the door, Mrs. Li and shopkeeper Li looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

After a long time, shopkeeper Li said softly: "Forget it, let the young master make troubles on his own, and take care of him."

Seeing Mrs. Li's eyes of "you can tell me that", shopkeeper Li laughed: "Thank you, lady. I heard that there is a master who can make incense candles in the village under Fuxi Town. I plan to visit Fuxi Town."

After hearing this, Mrs. Li hurriedly packed dry food and water for shopkeeper Li, and after sending shopkeeper Li out, she returned to the backyard, sat in the hall, and glanced at the closed door from time to time while doing needlework.

**
Tai Xuanzong.

Pisces Peak.

After the disciples entered the Heavenly Valley, a large formation of photo stones would be opened in the main hall of the Shuangyu Peak. In the formation, the situation of the disciples in each level could be monitored at any time to prevent accidents from happening.

Today, it happened to be Wujie Zhenjun Yin Chongying's rotation monitoring.

As soon as he arrived, he first focused on the disciples of his own peak, took a new picture stone to record them, and prepared to mock the disciples when they came out. The level where He Feng Yan Niaoyao is located.

In the picture, Yan Niaoyou is concentrating on making something, Yin Chongying's expression suddenly becomes weird after watching it carefully.

This is... joss stick? ?

Look at the color, it's white again, maybe it's not for living people?
Yin Chongying squinted his eyes slightly, his disciple Yin Buqi is a ghost cultivator, maybe he can be used to tease him?

He was a little itchy, and he couldn't wait to see how that wooden face was eating happily with a bunch of incense candles, hahaha...

Yin Buqi shuddered in the checkpoint, and a bad feeling came to his heart, his master must have thought of some trick to play him again...

**
Linlai County, South Street Calabash Lane, Chen Family Incense and Candle Shop.

Yan Niaoyou stretched her waist, finally finished, it was not easy.

The main reason is that her body really can't bear it.

She picked up a joss stick, leaned it down and smelled a faint fragrance, and nodded in satisfaction, success or failure depends on it!
At dinner, because Yan Niaoyao insisted on eating together, it was difficult for Mrs. Li to cook two meals that were too different. At the dinner table, Mrs. Li hesitated to speak, but Yan Niaoyao pretended not to see.

Mrs. Li thought it was a failure, and was afraid that if she said too much, the young master would be sad, so she kept her mouth shut.

In the early morning of the second day, Yan Niao stopped shopkeeper Li who was about to go out, and asked him to rent a mule cart, and asked Mrs. Li to prepare whole chickens, pastries, fruits and other things.

Mrs. Li felt something was wrong when she was ready. Why are these objects of worship?

After getting into the mule cart, Yan Niaoyou mentioned the destination, and Mrs. Li confirmed her thoughts even more.

The Young Master's family is really going to pay homage to the Master and his wife!
However, it will be Ching Ming in two days, so why didn't Young Master wait until then to worship?
Yan Niaoyou closed her eyes in the car and meditated, even though Mrs. Li had put on a thick quilt, it still made her butt hurt!
When they arrived at the Nanshan Mountain in the outer suburbs, Yan Nianiao insisted on carrying the basket up the mountain by herself, but Mrs. Li couldn't resist, so she had to give up.

Because she was still using her original body, Yan Niaoyi knelt on the ground after placing the sacrifices, offering incense to the Chen couple.

Shopkeeper Li noticed that the joss sticks lit in front of the tomb were just plain white joss sticks, which looked ordinary and nothing special, and he was even more determined to invite the joss stick master from Fulai Town.

After burning the incense, Yan Niaoli got up and said to Li and his wife, "Let's go."

Mrs. Li didn't have time to restrain her surprised expression, so she left?

She was ready for the young master to cry to them, and she was still thinking about how to persuade the young master to pay more attention to her body.

"Yeah." Yan Niaoyou replied lightly, anyway, she did everything that should be done.

It depends on how strong the descendants of these people are.

Nanshan, in the tomb of the Chen couple.

"Miss?"

"What's the matter, my lord?"

Chen Ruhai sniffed his nose and reconfirmed that the scent was correct, "Did you smell a scent?"

"Smell?" Mrs. Chen smelled it carefully after hearing the words.

A faint fragrance surrounded the tip of her nose. When she lowered her head, she saw wisps of misty smoke being slowly inhaled into her body. Ah, it was so comfortable and warm. She seemed to feel that her body was not so cold anymore.

After becoming a ghost, what she felt most uncomfortable was the cold, which she wasn't used to at all, but when she smelled the fragrance, she immediately felt much more comfortable.

"Did the girl bring us food?" Mrs. Chen asked, she was most worried about the girl, and she didn't know how she was doing.

"Here, look." In front of the two of them, a whole chicken and pastries and fruits appeared in front of them.

"Oh, it's Qin Ji's Yunpian Cake. I like it the most, but it's not the scent of the pastry. What is the other scent?"

Chen Ruhai pointed to the white incense candle and said, "I'm afraid it's the smell of this incense candle."

"Incense candles? Why are incense candles so fragrant?" Mrs. Chen wondered, "Before, the incense in our shop wasn't stinky, but it didn't smell good, let alone, I felt very comfortable smelling the fragrance."

"Hey, Brother Chen, are you there?"

When Chen Ruhai heard the words, he raised his voice and responded, "Yes, brother Liu, what's the matter?"

"I said Brother Chen, you are not authentic, why are you hiding such a good thing and not sharing it with my good brother?"

Chen Ruhai had no choice but to open the door, rather dumbfounded: "Brother Liu, it's nothing, it's just sent by my little girl, it's just incense sticks, nothing good to talk about."

"Well... that's the taste, it's so comfortable, alas, my whole body feels better than when I drank that Liuxian wine back then!"

"What's the smell, it smells so good!"

"It smells good, no, it smells so good to me!"

"It seems to have come from the Chen couple."

"Oh, the couple who moved in not long ago?"

"Yes."

"Who of you know them well?"

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Of course, it's just to have a look, to see what treasure is hiding, it's too boring."

"You have a thick skin."

"What's wrong with my thick skin? You don't want to know what a good thing is?"

"I...then it's embarrassing."

"What are you afraid of? I just saw brother Liu go, let's go, let's go and have a look."

Hearing more and more discussions outside, Chen Ruhai smiled lightly, he understood.

"Brother Chen, Brother Liu, have you eaten yet?" A group of people who used to be famous in the county are huddling together, and no one will let anyone else go.

Chen Ruhai cupped his hands: "Everyone, I'm eating. If you don't mind, let's have some together?"

"Since Brother Chen has said so, then we will not be polite!"

When they saw the unremarkable chicken pastry and fruit, they were silent for a while.

"Hey, brother Chen, this..."

These offerings, it's not that they haven't eaten them before, the taste is acceptable, but they are definitely not delicious.But what is that scent that makes them all feel very comfortable?
Chen Ruhai lifted the incense candle, and immediately, the fragrance became stronger, making people feel extremely comfortable.

"Ah, that's the scent!"

"Ouch, it smells really good!"

"Well, I can't describe the fragrance, but it's very comfortable."

"Yes, yes, I fell into the river and died. My body is wet and cold all year round. I smell this fragrance and I feel warm all over my body."

"Ah, yes, I was poisoned to death, and my stomach hurts so much. Now that you say it like that, I don't feel any pain at all!"

"Old man, I'm dying, but when I get old, I always have a little problem, and now I have nothing to relax hahaha!"

"I was starved to death, and my family was poor, so I couldn't get any good offerings, but I didn't feel hungry at all after smelling this scent!"

"I was hanged, ah, my neck was always hurting, but now I smell this fragrance, it doesn't hurt at all, it's amazing!"

"Brother Chen, where did you get this joss stick?"

"That's right, Brother Chen, where did you buy this?"

"Yes, yes, Brother Chen, you can't hide your secrets?"

"It's hard to come to Qingming, and there are not many times in a year to come out. Brother Chen, can you bear to watch us starve to death by unfilial descendants like this?"

"That's it!"

"Brother Chen, please tell us, if not, we will have to disturb every day?"

"Hey, brother Chen will definitely not be so stingy."

"Yeah, do you think brother Chen is you?"

Chen Ruhai: "..."

Facing all kinds of courteous gazes, Chen Ruhai clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "You also know that my family sells incense candles, and these are just what the little girl brought from the shop."

"So that's it, everyone, I'll go first!"

"Farewell, I'm going to give my unworthy descendant a dream, hmph, what I brought over these years is not what I like to eat, it's not easy for me!"

"Oh, it must be my old lady who told me not to bring wine, which made my mouth itchy. Now if I ask them to bring incense candles, I should have nothing to say, right?"

"Who knows, anyway, my youngest son is so stubborn, hey, don't worry, if he doesn't bring me incense, I will go to dream for him every day!"

"Walk, walk, who doesn't have a few unworthy descendants, let's dream!"

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