Horror game: Help the ghosts make choices at the beginning

"Why are you biting a rabbit?"

"Which eye did you see? It was clearly your son who hit my rabbit in the mouth!"

"Boss, can your clothes be cheaper? It's getting late."

"It's not cheap anymore. No matter how cheap it is, you can't get back the cost."

"We sell flowers, we sell flowers. Fresh flowers are fragrant and beautiful. They look great even when given as gifts and placed in vases!"

In the market, there are still ghosts coming and going.

Some were trying on clothes, some were arguing in the animal area, and some were constantly soliciting customers.

The market only happens once a month, and people in the town are busy shopping, while people from the countryside are eager to buy everything at once.

To do business, to buy necessities.

Those with children will inevitably be dragged into buying some eating toys.

Some villages were further away. I arrived at Shijin Town in the afternoon. The mud on my feet was not dry yet, so I was in a hurry to rent a stall and set up a stall, for fear that no one would be there if it was too late.

When the three Jiang Ye people arrived at the market, they heard the shouts of the flower sellers from a distance.

They found the stall in Baihua Village and found that there were many flowers under the stall.

Baskets were placed one after another, and more than half of them were left.

Seeing them, Father Chen and others were also a little surprised.

"Why are you back so early?" Father Chen asked.

Next to them, the villagers who came out together did not speak.

But I couldn't help but feel a little gloating in my heart.

Look, look, they said the business in the town is not that easy.

Is it a loss?

If business hadn't been bad, why would he have come back so early?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Jiang Ye say calmly: "I'm going to the market. There are many customers and everything will be sold out quickly, so I came here early."

"Dad, how are you doing here?"

Jiang Ye looked around and saw the village chief sitting and resting under a tree not far away.

"What did the village chief say?"

Father Chen was a little surprised. Is business so good?

But he didn't go to his son's stall to see it, so he couldn't say anything.

Hearing Jiang Ye's question, his face darkened.

"The hotel said that we can continue to cooperate, but the cost will be less. And the price will only be raised by 20%. Compared with before, the price is still 50% lower."

Five percent,

With just one sentence, Baihua Village's expenses were reduced by half.

But they haven't been able to do anything yet.

Even the hotel is a cooperation that was hard to come by.

If they only relied on the monthly market, their Baihua Village would have starved to death.

"Hey……"

Father Chen sighed, lowered his head, held the water bottle, and sprinkled water on the flowers.

Listening to the conversation between the two,

The villagers nearby also experienced ups and downs in mood.

From surprise to see Jiang Ye and the others coming back early, to gloating, to confusion after hearing that they had sold out, to finally, everyone sighed in their hearts with Father Chen.

Thinking that Chen Changsan and the others already have other sources of income,

A group of people suddenly felt something different in their hearts.

Chen Tiemu made money last time by following him... If they could also go to the mall to do business, help out, etc., would they also be able to make money?

One by one, young or middle-aged men glanced at Jiang Ye from time to time.

If only I could figure out a way to join in.

Some people are still thinking, and some have already taken action.

"Brother Chang San, are you busy over there? Come and sit down and have a rest." A young man brought a stool over and greeted.

Jiang Ye stood for nearly an afternoon and was indeed a little tired.

He walked over and sat down for a while, "Thanks, I'll let you guys take a break."

"No matter how polite you are, we are all members of our family." The young man said with a smile.

As he was talking, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

When he looked up, he saw Chen Tiemu and Ni Touzi staring at him, as if they were saying: Are there any for us?

youth:"……"

The young man turned his head silently, pretending not to see anything.

When we set off from Baihua Village, we didn’t bring many stools with us. Most of the time we had to rely on the elders to use them.

Just like the stool under the village chief's butt.

Jiang Ye was not idle when he was sitting.

He observed the business of other stalls around him and the tourists passing by the flower stall.

Some looked at it twice, some picked it up, smelled it, and put it down again.

Others bought one, but they had little income.

Most of the people looking at the flowers are women.

Some of them were from the countryside and were simply dressed. Maybe they looked good and looked at them twice.

Some of them are from the town, and their hairstyles and clothes make them look much more glamorous.

He looked at it as if he were watching the excitement, but didn't stop.

Jiang Ye looked at the stalls in Baihua Village again. Clusters of flowers were either crowded in baskets or spread flat on the stalls.

Just like the one selling daily necessities next door.

But daily necessities are necessary for daily use. Buyers either go directly with their purpose in mind, or they pass by to check for missing items and fill in the gaps.

Flowers are different.

Flowers are about beauty and elegance.

Their flower stall lacks an eye-catching element.

"Dad, I'm going out for a while."

Jiang Ye said something to Father Chen and walked out.

When Chen Tiemu and Ni Touzi saw this, they followed him subconsciously.

The three of them left together.

Jiang Ye walked around the market and bought some things that seemed a bit strange to the two of them.

Then he returned to the flower stall.

"Help me lend a hand and surround the area."

Jiang Ye pulled out two blue sheets and prepared to surround the stall to form a separate cubicle.

The stalls at the market have sheds erected above them to prevent rain and to facilitate planning of where to set up stalls.

There are supporting poles under the shed, which can be used to tie some lightweight things.

"I come!"

"give it to me."

Although the people in the village didn't know what was going on, everyone came to help.

Chen Tiemu and Nitouzi were almost squeezed out.

Looking at the "positive and enthusiastic" villagers, the two looked at each other and had a natural intuition.

——The job-stealers are coming!

The two squeezed in again, four or five people, and quickly arranged the bed sheets.

As soon as the blue sheets were separated, although the surroundings were still noisy, the space seemed to be inexplicably quieter.

Together with the flowers on the stall, it suddenly smells like that.

What does it taste like?

People in the village didn't understand this and couldn't explain it, so they felt something was different.

"Chang San'er, what are you going to do?" Father Chen asked curiously.

I saw Jiang Ye squatting there and tinkering, shortening some flower branches and trimming the leaves.

Then wrap it with a translucent paper with a pattern on it, and finally tie it with a colorful rope at the bottom.

Those flowers turned into a big bouquet.

It’s colorful, don’t mention it, it’s quite beautiful.

"You'll find out later."

After finishing the bouquet, Jiang Ye put it aside.

He picked up another bottle and continued working.

I just bought several bottles, some are transparent, some look like blue and white porcelain, and some are plate-shaped.

The one in his hand is a light cyan bottle, as long as a palm, with a narrow mouth.

Simple and elegant.

His eyes swept around the flower stall and he quickly made his choice.

Take out two white daisies,

One is fully blooming, and the other is about to bloom and looks smaller.

Jiang Ye cut the stem of the blooming flower shorter and left the smaller one longer.

Insert it into a bottle, add a few branches and leaves, and you have a simple flower arrangement.

Jiang Ye put it on the square wooden stool and placed a book he had just found randomly next to it.

White petals, yellow stamens, green stems and leaves, cyan bottle.

Wooden stools, books with light-colored covers.

The breeze blows, and the branches and leaves sway gently.

Sober and elegant.

There seems to be a book-like scent of ink in the air.

……

Those who come out to do business in the village are all men.

They looked at what Jiang Ye had tinkered with, and it looked good.

But why bother?

Isn’t it possible for customers to buy it and do whatever they want?

Several grown men looked at it with puzzled faces and were muttering in their hearts when they heard someone outside ask:

"How to sell these flowers?"