Chapter 23: Counting money and bleeding

What?
Count money to get bleeding?
? ?
Shouldn't it be the cramp that counts the money?
Founder was surprised.
These two days, among the merchants in the night market, a creepy and strange thing was quietly spread.
Some people will be inexplicably contaminated with blood when counting money. But there was no wound on his hand, and the money was clean.
There are already two merchants colliding evil spirits.
An old man said that it was money with blood from the dead, and it was money with grievances, meaning blood with grievances.
It must be that after someone dies, it will not stop, and there will be a big grievance.
Founder's first reaction is, another supernatural event?
This is the third spooky event encountered in five days. This frequent probability makes Fang Zheng feel a bit cold behind his thoughts.
Just like ordinary people like Pharaoh and they accidentally bumped into these, there was almost no way to resist it except for fear, restlessness and passive acceptance.
There is nowhere to hide if you want to hide.
"Founder, don't you believe that in this world, will there be that kind of thing?" Pharaoh picked up the beer and felt a little irritable.
Pharaoh's heart is taboo, and he doesn't bluntly say ... ghost.
Talk about ghosts at night, people are listening, and ghosts are listening.
"You have also seen that because of the blood money, the merchants in this circle are panicking, and even I have begun to doubt, and I am afraid that I will be stained with that kind of thing. I really hope that the money is just a stain that I accidentally got on Or paint, it can be washed away after washing. Whether it is really evil or not, it is best not to let me receive that kind of thing in my whole life. It will make people feel cold when thinking about it. "
Pharaoh looked at the guy who was still struggling to launder money.
Eyes are taboo.
"..." Founder is speechless, strong cleaning detergent with scrubbing brush? Are you sure this is not washing clothes?
Founder asked for details about blood money.
It is a pity that Lao Wang, including other merchants, is clueless.
After all, not every one of the money has a name written on it, who this money belongs to, where he lives, the house number, and the phone number.
"Forget it, don't talk about my annoying things. I still have two sons and one daughter who are studying college students. I have to give them deposits to buy a house after graduation from college. I will get married and I can't leave this food stall in my life. I have something, what is it? "The Pharaoh looked at Founder.
Founder stated the purpose of this trip.
Merchants like Lao Wang do have their own way. When they know the purpose of Founder, Lao Wang tears off a piece of white paper from the account book and picks up a ballpoint pen and writes an address to Founder.
Asked him to go to the Jufa Farmers Market to find a Zhang Tufu named Zhang Qiwu.
Listen to Pharaoh, this generation of Zhang Tufu has killed pigs and sold pork. When the reform and liberation began, Zhang Tufu's grandfather had slaughtered live animals for the commune.
Founder had a few drinks with Lao Wang again and had a meeting. When he left the boiling food stall, it was about 2:30 in the morning.
All merchants in the night market at this time have also closed their stalls, and the streets have returned to the empty night at night. It is cold and cold. Only the street lights are silent like dusk, and the silence dives into the night with the wind.
Founder learned that the Jufa Farmers 'Market opened its doors at 1 or 2 a.m., and now he rushed past, about 3 a.m., at 3 a.m. for restaurants, restaurants, and vegetable sellers who had arrived early to buy at the farmers' market. Very late time.
Because of the good fruits and vegetables, only the "second-class goods" left by restaurants and restaurants are left.
When Fang Zheng was looking for Zhang Butcher's stall, Zhang Butcher had already set up a stall to operate, because the breakfast shop that pursues taste is using fresh pork for meat filling every day.
The first sight of Butcher Zhang is nothing like a butcher.
Butcher Zhang is not as fat as people think, with a weight of 200, and arms as thick as a bucket. In fact, Zhang Tufu is only about 170 in height, saying that he is like a muscular fitness coach with a clean body and more like a butcher.
Butcher Zhang is about thirty.
I heard it was still single.
At this time, in front of Zhang Tufu's stall, there were several small restaurants and early meat shop people who were purchasing freshly slaughtered pork.
Fangzheng has been waiting quietly, politely waiting for these people to complete the purchase before he is ready to step forward.
"Big Brother ... Can I ... buy it first? My mother is sick. Granny Xu said that eating meat can make up for your body and make her sicker sooner."
"Chenchen wants her mother to get better soon, Chenchen doesn't want to see her mother upset, please, brother."
At this moment, a little girl with pink hair and jade standing in front of the pork stall, bowed her head nervously and timidly, as if feeling that she had done something wrong and dared not look up at Founder.
Was looking at the little girl in front of her, with some doubts in her eyes, and her expression seemed to be stunned.
The little girl's head was lowered, she shrank back timidly, and the low profile picture did the wrong thing. The child kept bowing and apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry big brother, big brother you ... buy first. Mom said good kids can't jump in the line Others cause trouble. "
The little girl was timid, so she dared to look down at her feet, not to look at the Founder.
Founder had a sour nose, sighed, raised his hand and rubbed the sour nose fiercely, found Zhang Butcher to beat the tenderest tenderloin, carrying a bag with pork in his hand, and then crouched down and rubbed gently. The girl's head has a gentle look: "Morning is so good ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It's so sensible at such a young age, knowing how to take care of her mother, is a good child who is sensible and clever."
"A good boy should reward Xiaohonghua, these pork, should be the big brother reward Chenchen."
Founder handed out the bag in his hand.
The little girl had big eyes that were innocent, clean, and beautiful. She was delighted to look at Founder, and then scrambled to take out a neatly folded ten-yuan bill from her body. The little boy said seriously, "Thank you, big brother! , Chenchen will give you money. "
Founder loved and touched the little girl's head and said: "Big brother gives it to Chen Chen for free, I hope Chen Chen's mother will get better as soon as possible."
The little girl shook her head and said, "Big brother, my mother said that Chen Chen is a good boy. A good boy should be kind. He must listen to his mother and cannot steal things. Chen Chen is rich."
The little girl tried to hold up the ten-dollar bill in her hand.
"Okay, okay, Chen Chen spends money to buy his brother's pork. Chen Chen is so cute. Remember, always be kind and obey your mother." Founder smiled.
Seeing that Fang Zheng took the money in his hand, the little girl opened the bag in Fang Zheng's hand.
"Do I need Big Brother to send Chenchen home?" Founder said.
"Thank you Big Brother, Chen Chen lives nearby, so I won't bother Big Brother."
The little girl's eyes were innocent, clean, and her smile was sweet and kind. She bowed and thanked Fang Zheng, and then said sweetly goodbye to her elder brother. I saw her holding the bag in her arms with both hands, like holding the most precious thing in the world , Happily leaping away all the way, gradually disappearing into the misty night outside the farmers market.
Founder looked down at the palm.
He held the right hand of ten yuan, and somehow he was stained with blood, scarlet scarlet, so thorny cold under the blazing white cold light.