Chapter 35: Hilarious ghost festival

Sheng Jiayan got up early, and when he was getting ready to wear it, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a yellow dot on the table.
He remembered carrying a hamster back last night.
I saw the hamster's belly round and lie on the table, humming and sleeping, the osmanthus cake on the side of the plate has been eaten completely, leaving only a little residue.
Sheng Jiayan smiled without trace.
It seems to taste similar to Meng Haoqi.
After wearing a neatly dressed majesty, he hesitated before going out, and finally picked up the sleeping hamster on the table and put it in his cuff, so he went straight up.
Lord Liao Yang is no different than usual, and is serious as usual.
All the officials were full, except Meng Po alone.
Sheng Jiayan didn't need to speak, and Bai Wuchang said: "Your Majesty, Meng Po is on sick leave. General Blood River, Meng Po speaks, if anyone goes to see her this time, she will commit suicide..."
Sheng Jiayan frowned slightly, which sounded like an excuse Meng Haoqi used.
But what do you want to do this time?
He subconsciously touched the hamster who had turned over in his sleeping sleeve, and originally wanted to give it to Meng Eqi, so that she could raise it to pass the long and boring time in Fufu.
"Your Majesty, do you want to send people to the Weichen..." Bai Wuchang asked in a low voice.
Sheng Jiayan froze his eyes and said, "Fuck."
He didn't ask about it afterwards, and let General Blood River, the father-in-law and others relax. However, this time the atmosphere of the DPRK and the DPRK was depressed. On weekdays, Meng Po could still hear the occasional collision with the King of the Yan. This time His Majesty simply did not smile, the official matter was quickly processed, and after the retreat, the Ming officials hurriedly left Liao Yangdian.
After a long time down, Sheng Jiayan sat on the dragon chair without moving for half a minute.
The hall was empty, leaving him and the three black and white impermanences.
Sheng Jiayan finally ordered: "Go to Huangquan Restaurant."
...
His Majesty selected the window position of the elegant room on the second floor of Huangquan Restaurant, and a bitter tea was pinched at his fingertips.
Yinsi Street is different from today, and it is much more lively. The stalls that are not common on weekdays are lined up from the street to the end of the day. Ghosts sell candied gourds and scallion pancakes.
"Why is it so busy today?" Sheng Jiayan asked the impermanence.
The expression of Hei Changchang's face replied: "Your Majesty, near July and a half, ghosts want to bring some specialty products home."
Sheng Jiayan nodded. Yes, the ghost door opened in July and half, which was the day they went home to visit relatives.
Sheng Jiayan's eyes fell on a stall in the street that was waiting in line. The ghosts lined up in line, as if they were buying something. He pointed to that place and asked Bai Wuchang: "What is it for?"
Bai Wuchang replied: "That is a charm sold for the benefit of future generations. The ghost who bought this charm will tell his family in a dream way after returning home in July and a half. Or simply do not notify anyone. In an unknown corner of the house, to bless future generations."
Sheng Jiayan pointed to another stall: "Why is there again?"
Bai Wuchang followed the eyes of the king and found that the stall on the other side was more lively and shouted as he beat the drums and drums. Bai Wuchang looked at it for a while, and suddenly realized: "Your Majesty, the vendor in the stall is to record for the ghost what he saw and heard in the mansion after death. The ghost can be brought to the world in July and a half to warn himself. Posterity."
Sheng Jiayan nodded and wanted to point again. Bai Wuchang begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, Weichen rarely comes out on weekdays, and that's how it's understood. It's better to bring Meng Po next time, Ms. Meng is very familiar with Yin Si Street up and down, even if you are pointing A stone, she might give you a name."