Song Yushan touched his nose, put it down first, and then "invited" it out with a "gentle" technique: "Okay, you are over for the time being."
At night, there was thunder and thunder, and there was wind and rain. Lying in bed, Song Yushan seriously thought about the big white goose at home for the first time.
The mother-in-law said that most demons have a wild nature and are not human. This big white goose is domesticated and probably cannot go wild anywhere.
A mortal demon whose body is a goose does not pose any threat to her. In addition, it is a goose left by her father, so she can try to raise it.
Moreover, there is a demon guarding the house, so she doesn’t have to worry about being robbed when she goes out.
Even if the big white goose can't be beaten, it can still remember what a thief looks like.
When the rain stops, I will take the big white goose to show my mother-in-law. If it is really a mortal monster that has only been enlightened for three years, I will leave it to look after the house.
*
On the second day, the rain became much gentler and continued continuously.
My father always said that on days like this, warming a pot of hot tea, listening to the rain, and reading a book is the most peaceful thing to do.
A good place for watching the rain and sipping tea by the window was set up in the attic of the bookstore specifically for this purpose.
Today, she is the only one sitting here.
Song Yushan held her chin up and stared at the rain curtain in a daze for a while. Then she opened the "Celestial Phenomena" in her hand and began to study it carefully.
She was immersed in it as soon as she read it, and she didn't close the book until the lunch sent by Fumanzhai arrived.
If it is as my father said, at this time and here, it is the most peaceful time.
After lunch, the rain gradually started to get heavier, and it was time to close the shop.
Song Yushan leaned forward and took off the fork rod of the attic window, preparing to close the window.
I saw a salesman on the street wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat, carrying two large wooden boxes, walking quickly to the store.
"Is Shopkeeper Song here? It's raining suddenly. Can you allow me to stay here for a while and then leave later?"
Song Yushan locked the window and went down to the attic.
The salesman looked like a young man, with dark skin, but very lively cat eyes, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.
He stood at the door of the store, not daring to put down his burden without the owner's permission. He looked like a stranger.
However, the salesman travels all over the country, is very mobile, and is also very dangerous. He often disappears without realizing it. He may have changed his profession or disappeared into the mountains. The next time the salesman appears, he will be a stranger again.
The salesman called Shopkeeper Song before he met anyone. It was obviously not his first time here, and Shopkeeper Song in his mouth should be his father.
She has only been in charge of the bookstore for a short period of time, and regular customers often call her Miss Song or Shopkeeper Xiao Song.
Thinking of his father, Song Yushan felt a little softer in his heart. It didn't matter if he closed the store later today: "As you wish."
"You...are you Miss Song?" When the salesman saw her, he seemed even more embarrassed and looked behind her.
"Exactly, my father has passed away, and now I am in charge of the bookstore." Song Yushan said.
"Ah? Death?" The salesman's eyes widened, but within a moment, water mist filled his eyes.
This made Song Yushan a little bit at a loss, and he quickly comforted him: "My father passed away peacefully. According to his last wish, he was happy and mourned, so there is no need to be sad. Please come into the shop and sit down with a bowl of hot tea. I'm afraid it won't rain for a while." I’m afraid it won’t stop for a while.”
The salesman seemed to be impressed, but he insisted not to enter the store for fear that the rain on his body would wet the books in the store.
Song Yushan moved a stool for him and went to pour him tea.
The salesman then carefully placed the cargo box by the door. He deliberately placed it on its side so as not to block the road, and sat next to the cargo box.
One person and two boxes are packed tightly together, as if taking up less space will give them a sense of security.
The top of the box was covered with oil paper, and there was a small opening on the side, but it was impossible to tell what was being sold.
Song Yushan took the tea bowl and was about to pour him tea when he heard a longing voice say: "Can you put a small piece of sugar instead of the tea leaves?"
She raised her eyebrows and saw that the salesman didn't seem to be as timid as she thought.
I didn’t dare to go into the store to take shelter from the rain, but I dared to ask for sugar water.
There are tea farmers around Fushui County. Crude tea is easy to get, but sugar is hard to come by. Ordinary people are reluctant to eat it.
Sugar water is much more precious than tea in Fushui County.
"Can."
Song Yushan turned around to get the sugar bowl and put a piece of rock candy in it. For no other reason than because he was an old acquaintance of his father. After learning the news of his father's passing, he felt sad for a moment.
When the sugar water was brought, the young salesman drank it in small sips, his brows relaxed, and he saw that she no longer had the same shrinking look as before.
It seems that he really likes drinking sugar water.
Song Yushan sat at the counter and looked at him. Suddenly she saw the oilcloth covering the cargo box move. Thinking about it, she didn't know what he was selling!
The oilcloth shook out of thin air. Could it be that it was selling some kind of living thing?
She wanted to know, so she asked.
The salesman was obviously frightened by her question and stammered: "I don't sell living things, I sell dishes."
As if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he patted the box and opened the oilcloth: "Look, they are all coarse porcelain dishes. The village made them themselves. I picked out the many and sold them."
Song Yushan looked at the top shelf of the box. They were indeed all dishes. Although they were only coarse porcelain and crudely made, the shapes were quite interesting.
She walked over and picked up a pile of three small bowls tied with straw ropes: "This cat's claw bowl is very interesting. How much does it cost?"
"Twenty cents each," the salesman said, "the cat paws on the wall of this bowl were printed by the most beautiful cat in the village! Each one is unique!"
"It is indeed unique," Song Yushan nodded, "Ten articles each, I want all three!"
On the market, a coarse porcelain bowl of this size costs ten cents each. This one has cat claws, and each one is round and random. It is truly unique.
She looked at it interestingly, bought it and played with it, but she was not taken advantage of!
This bowl reminded her that her father had indeed bought a similar style plate.
"At least fifteen cents!" said the salesman.
"Okay, it's a deal." Song Yushan gave him forty-five cents. Twenty cents was expensive, so it would be a mistake to buy it. But she also wanted to accumulate virtue, so fifteen cents was just right.
After the salesman got the money and gave the bowl to her, he still couldn't react. The bargaining ended too quickly, which was a little different from what he thought.
But shopkeeper Old Song was gone, and Miss Song was the same, and she was more generous. She bought three bowls at once. This time, it was not in vain.
He finished drinking the sugar water and sold another bowl. It was time to leave: "Ms. Song, thank you for your hospitality. I will come back next time when there are new products."
After saying that, he picked up the burden, rushed into the rain, and disappeared around the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.
Song Yushan looked at the pouring rain outside and wondered if he had failed to accumulate virtue and was instead cheated.
Otherwise, why would he walk so fast? He seemed to be running away.
But he also said he would come back next time, so it didn't look like a deceptive one-shot deal.
Weird!
