Chapter 327: How Do You Spend This Money?
Xiao He was a young man of the twenty-first century. Though he wasn't highly educated, he didn't really believe in ghosts and gods.
But after coming to work here and reading plenty of "related material," he had actually started getting scared.
Now, hearing Old Shan say they would "scare the ghosts," his heart skipped a beat.
"Bro, Brother Shan... we handle this place by day, and it belongs to them at night. Let's stay out of this, okay?"
Old Shan chuckled. The young man was a decent fellow, just timid. For someone this cowardly to have found himself a job at a cemetery was pretty funny.
"Those two are thieves stealing Tinfoil Ash. Come on, we'll chase them off and confiscate whatever they've swept up."
"Tinfoil Ash? You can sell that stuff?"
"What did you think? It goes for almost twenty yuan a jin. During Qingming, each of us can earn an extra month's wages or so. We can't let these people cash in on it."
Hearing that, Xiao He finally caught on. So he had just been scaring himself.
He and Old Shan put on their coats, took their flashlights, grabbed a club each, and quietly headed out together.
In the cemetery some distance away, the two men stealing Tinfoil Ash were in their thirties. Their technique was practiced, and their tools were thoroughly professional.
Each had a short-handled broom and a special woven plastic sack.
A bottomless dustpan had been sewn onto the mouth of each sack. They set the dustpan-and-sack combination against the ground and swept rapidly, clearing the Tinfoil Ash from a grave in just a few seconds.
Most people were cremated nowadays. Instead of taking up a ten-foot plot after death, a person probably occupied a space