Song Ciwan thought about it for a long time and realized that she actually had many ways to make money.
Things that are more life-oriented, such as sugar production, salt refining, and turbid liquor distillation, etc., can all be considered high-quality projects that are not difficult to implement and can quickly expand from small to large.
It's a pity that making money is not a skill in this world, but being able to hold on to money is.
No matter salt, wine or sugar, in short, if you are not afraid of death, just touch it boldly!
Song Ciwan felt that there was really no need for him to make life difficult. He was clearly determined to survive, but in the end he had to go out. What was this for?
However, she is indeed short of money now, and there are still some things she should do. Salt, wine, and sugar cannot be touched, but there are always things that can be touched.
Returning home from work that day, Song Ciwan once again sold his anger in exchange for longevity.
[You sell the evil spirit for eighty taels and four cents and gain eighty years of life. 】
Today's eighty-year lifespan was recorded, and combined with the lifespan accumulated in the previous period, Song Ciwan had a total lifespan balance of one thousand two hundred and thirty years.
This is not fuzzy data, but a clear sense.
The more times Song Ciwan uses the Heaven and Earth Scale, the closer she can feel to it, and the clearer she can perceive many things.
For example, the balance of life, or everything contained in the internal space of the scale.
Song Ciwan routinely sold a portion of stir-fried pork intestines in exchange for a Qi Qi pill, and then waited for dark at home.
The big white goose was galloping in the yard with its neck held high. Song Ciwan was sitting under the eaves, throwing corn kernels with his hands. The big white goose made a "quacking" sound one after another. Every time it caught it, it flapped its wings happily. It was obvious that he was very interested in it. Very satisfied with this game.
Until nightfall, thousands of lights were lit in the city one after another, and the light and shadow were exquisite, dotting the dark side of the night. Song Ciwan returned to the room and changed into black clothes.
She put on black clothes, a rough-stitched human-skin mask, and finally a cloak.
Time Escape was activated, and in an instant, her whole body melted into the shadow of the night.
The big white goose had just finished eating and was lying lazily in its own goose cage. It didn't realize that the owner who had just returned to the room was actually right under its nose, turning into a wisp of night wind and floating out.
South of the city, Liuquan Street.
The bright lights swayed under the starry night, and the night market on Liuquan Street was bustling and noisy. There were wine flags waving, dancers whirling, children running, and high-rollers calling for slaves and maids spending huge sums of money...
"good!"
"One more, one more!"
In front of the restaurant called Zuixianju, a burst of lively cheers suddenly sounded, and in front of the three-story elevated stage, a dancer was spinning and flying. Hong Nianqing is simply not a human dancer, but a fairy from heaven.
More and more people were attracted. People were dazzled by the sight, but they couldn't help but comment: "This is not an ordinary dancer, right? I heard that she is a female disciple of Qionghua Pavilion. She was drunk when she was traveling in Cangling County." The resident invited Su Yang."
"Zui Xianju is really amazing. He can even invite female disciples from Qionghua Pavilion. I wonder if Zuixianju can also invite one of the eight members of Qionghua Pavilion?"
"This is just wishful thinking. Disciple of the Shangzong, it is extremely rare to invite three or two people. You still want to see the eight families? Why don't you go home tonight and ask your mother-in-law to raise your pillow by three inches? "
"Go, go, go! How can you talk..."
People burst into laughter, the crowd surged, and the threshold of Zuixianju was almost broken.
But no one noticed that there was a restaurant not far away diagonally across from Zuixianju. This restaurant was also three stories high, and its five-bay facade was originally built to be spacious and grand. Unfortunately, the entrance hall was cold, and even under the eaves There are rows of lanterns, but now only one is lit.
A cold lamp illuminated a person sitting alone in the lobby.
This person's name is Yan Hanzhang, he is the owner of Dingfeng House, he is also a scholar, and he is also a poor scholar.
The ancestors of the Yan family were actually very rich, and even produced innate warriors, leaving a considerable family fortune in Suyang City.
Unfortunately, the descendants have failed to live up to expectations. It has only been ten years since the death of the innate ancestor, but the entire business has been completely ruined. Only this restaurant is left, and Yan Hanzhang is still struggling to support it.
Yan Hanzhang could hardly hold on any longer. He sat in the lobby, opening his mouth without any warning.
"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!" Yan Hanzhang coughed heartbreakingly, tears streaming down his face, and the shadows in the lobby shook.
Yan Hanzhang only covered his chest and huddled on the chair, like a fish on the verge of death, bouncing in vain.
"Sister..." he murmured, "I'm afraid Hanzhang won't be able to hold on any longer. You are in the Xu family, you should live well in the Xu family..."
At this point, he pulled out a piece of white silk from his wide sleeve.
Yan Hanzhang is going to hang himself from the beam in this lobby! He hopes that after his death he will transform into a powerful ghost and gnaw into the belly of the ghost all those who covet the Yan family's final property. There is nothing you can do in life, but you can only seek revenge after death!
The night wind blew, and the dim lanterns swayed faintly under the eaves outside the door.
No light could shine into this gloomy hall. Yan Hanzhang put his head into the lock made of white silk, and his feet were dangling in the air. For a moment, the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming and overwhelming.
Yan Hanzhang: "Hmm, uh..."
He underestimated the pain of death and was clearly determined to die, but when death actually came, he instinctively struggled again!
There were white lights flashing in front of his eyes, and a soul was torn and swayed as if it was about to leave the body. Yan Hanzhang let out a silent roar in his throat: "Ah! Ah -"
His head was raised, his eyes widened, and the dark red bloodshot eyes almost burst.
During his dying struggle, he saw a black shadow like smoke falling from the beam in front of him.
Yes, what is it?
The black shadow seemed to be an invisible wisp of wind, or a piece of tangible yarn, winding in front of him in the night, and the white silk was broken.
boom!
Yan Hanzhang fell down and fell heavily to the ground.
But he couldn't care less about being grateful that he survived the disaster, or regretting that he didn't die. At this moment, all emotions have to give way to fear. He couldn't help but use his hands and feet. He stepped back repeatedly and said in a trembling voice, "What is it?"
what? who? Or is it some kind of monster?
The black shadow floated towards him, and an ethereal and emotionless voice sounded in his ears: "I am the most just and nameless god, and if you give up your soul, wealth, and loyalty, you will get everything." .”
This this……
Yan Hanzhang opened his eyes wide, and his brain, which was occupied by fear and confusion, finally became clear at this moment. This black shadow said that if he gave his soul, wealth, and loyalty, he would get everything?
What kind of everything? Including revenge?
In fact, he has nothing to lose, he doesn't even want his life, and turning into a ghost after death is elusive after all, but if he can seize the opportunity in front of him, how can he know that it is not a turning point?
Yan Hanzhang, who was trembling all over, jumped up from the ground instantly. He said: "Wealth, I have it, I have it..."
He quickly rushed from the front hall of the restaurant to the backyard. In the dim light, he rushed to a room in the backyard to rummage through boxes and cabinets.
Under the bed, in the cracks in the wall, in the mezzanine of the cabinet... Yan Hanzhang rummaged through and found several boxes. After opening them all, most of them were empty, but in the few boxes that still had things left, only silver light could be seen. Twinkle.
After gathering them together, there were about 350 taels of silver, as well as two house deeds and land deeds for this restaurant!
Yan Hanzhang became ashamed and worried: "I, I only have this in total... What can I exchange for?"
The black shadow had been following him like a shadow. Suddenly, the silver in the box disappeared. Then, a porcelain bottle and an old, yellowed note with messy handwriting fell into the box.
Yan Hanzhang reached for it with trembling hands. There were words on the porcelain bottle: Pregnancy Pill!
His heart was beating wildly and he almost screamed.
