I Have A Small World

In Chen Tianming's eyes, a youngster named Lin Mu accidentally broke into the place where the sorcery was being performed.

This place is no other place, it's a place where forest trees go to work, a steamed bun shop.

The woods got up earlier than before, at about 5:30 in the morning.

This is not just about to come to the forest for morning transport, but suddenly found that the shop where I was working was blushing.

At this time, it was still dark, and there were no pedestrians in the street.

For Lin Mu, regardless of the situation in his shop, he is just a part-time worker, and he won't look at it.

But, this forest also has Great Destiny on it.

In the trajectory of the world.

The ghost walked over to see what happened.

Looking through a small piece of glass, I saw three candles lit on a few sides, the red candles emitting red rays of light.

Lin Mu saw Boss Old Zhang kowtow three heads to the candle, then took out a cup, a knife, and cut off his fingers, the scarlet blood dripped on the cup filled with water in.

What makes Linmu disgusting is that Old Zhang directly poured the cup of his own blood into the fermented flour.

Lin Mu cursed damn pervert from here.

I don’t know how many Old Zhang’s blood buns I have eaten when I think of working here for a month or two.

The next day, Lin Mu deliberately got up early and went to check, but found that everything was normal in the shop.

It lasted for more than ten days, and nothing happened.

Thinking of this, Lin Mu felt that he was just a part-time worker, and would leave after this month, so why bother about it?

Just as the forest was about to leave, red rays of light appeared in the shop again.

Seeing this, curiosity stopped Lin Mu.

Lin Mu quietly walked outside the shop and saw the same situation as last time.

At this moment, Old Zhang suddenly looked towards the place where the forest was.

The forest was too scared to move at all.

Unexpectedly, the flour poured in blood was not made into buns, so Old Zhang rushed out.

Seeing this, Lin Mu cursed in his heart.

I hurriedly walked in and put a part of the flour with blood in the garbage bag, and then added a part of the flour to make up, but I accidentally hung my finger on the machine, and a drop of blood flowed into it. In flour.

In the morning, Old Zhang looked at the forest with a gloomy expression. The forest could only pretend that he didn't know anything, and the day passed.

More than ten days have passed, and it is the end of the month.

Old Zhang suddenly found Lin Mu and said, "I'm not going to make this shop. I will transfer it to you."

What?

Lin Mu knows how good the business of this shop is.

This Old Zhang board only took over three months and earned more than one thousand silver dollars. Everyone knows this.

Now that he wants to transfer it to himself, Lin Mu can't figure out what the situation is.

I said that the salary here is only five silver dollars. After two months of working here, the deposit is only ten yuan, less than twenty.

Isn't this teasing me?

At this time, Old Zhang stared at Lin Mu and said: "As long as ten silver dollars, the shop for ten silver dollars is yours."

Lin Mu felt that there was a conspiracy in it, so he didn’t answer. Go directly to the dormitory after get off work.

Only heard the gloomy voice of Old Zhang from behind:

You will agree.

At five o'clock in the morning, Lin Mu was very upset and went to the shop.

I saw red lanterns hung outside the shop, surrounded by many people.

Linmu can't figure out what the situation is.

I saw Old Zhang pulling Linmu and saying: "I can't help yet, so many guests are waiting."

Linmu can only help out helplessly.

In his spare time, Lin Mu saw a little girl with a blue face under the rays of light, and the girl just laughed at the forest.

After an hour of busy schedule, the guests have already walked.

Only the steamed buns on the table are still there.

Linmu knew that he was caught in a strange thing.

Linmu has heard a lot of such strange stories.

I have also heard of someone walking at night, encountering someone playing cards under a rock, and participating in it during a break. The next morning, I found that it was under the rock. It was clearly in a chaotic grave, and winning money was also a shame. Coin, if you lose, it is still uncertain what will happen.

In this situation, Lin Mu knew that he could not escape.

When the red steamed buns are on the table, when the guests are very satisfied, Lin Mu knows something.

Now the steamed buns on the table have changed from red to white.

I also understand why the steamed buns are astringent and unpalatable for a few days a month.

Boss just explained to the guests: "No fermentation is good."

But the business is getting better and better.

As a person full of foreign world, Lin Mu has been listening to these stories since he was a child. At this time, where did he not understand?

These diners are simply not people, and these blood buns are not for people to eat.

And this kind of blood steamed buns are for you to eat.

This is a witchcraft.

Although Lin Mu hasn't seen it before and doesn't know how to do this kind of witchcraft, but he has also heard it, but he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to him.

I'm just an ordinary person, so when you think of working here, you will encounter these things?

It's better to follow the warlord, maybe you can get a name.

At this time, Old Zhang said: "Although this is a sorcery, but the business is so good that it only needs to make blood steamed buns three times a month to keep the business prosperous."

Lin Mu said in a cold voice: "Why don't you continue to do business and transfer it to me?"

"This blood bun is not that simple. The first time you need three drops of fingertip blood, the second I doubled this time, and now I can’t hold on.” Old Zhang said.

Lin Mu glanced at the Old Zhang board and saw that his face was pale. It is said that before he took over the shop at home, Old Zhang had a weight of more than 180 jin, and now he is as thin as a hundred jin, almost skinny. In the eyes of outsiders, Old Zhang made money on the board, and there were people outside, which caused the body to lose money.

Of course, whether you agree or not, this shop is already yours, and the previous guests came to congratulate you.

This is a contract. After signing it, you are the boss of this shop.

hehe

Only fools signed.

Lin Mu directly refused.

You will agree.

In the early morning, the trees in the dormitory heard a knock on the door.

The voice is very mixed, like a lot of people.

They are calling me for steamed buns, I want steamed buns.

Lin Mu paled with fright.

Lin Mu could only get up and open the door and said: "What is the hurry, I will do it right away."

See it.

This is not something you can refuse.

I told those customers yesterday that you are already the boss of this shop.

Lin Mu looked at the wound on his finger and knew that he was shaded by Old Zhang.

At that time, the forest was also strange. Why was the manual machine so sharp? Now it seems that Old Zhang made some tricks in it, causing the guests to eat their own blood buns.

In the contract, there is also the name of the contract that I signed when I entered the store to work, and Old Zhang actually got this transfer contract.

Now I only need to sign it once by myself

Thinking of the feeling of being knocked on the door in the morning, Lin Mu can only agree with Old Zhang's opinion and sign.

"hehe, that's right, you can do it for a few months, when the time comes like me, just find someone to take over?" Old Zhang hehe said.

Lin Mu is not that kind of honest person. In this age of warlord melee, people who can come out to ask for a living are not good people.

Although Linmu is not an honest person, he is in awe of such an existence like most people.

But like Old Zhang said, after a few months, it’s not impossible to find someone to take over.

In the following month, Lin Mu earned three-four hundred silver dollars, but his body became much weaker.

For the sake of money, Lin Mu's heart felt like extinguishing the three candles that couldn't be burnt.

ps: Lying, grass, this story is not well written, a lot of poison, not that it was not well conceived, but the time was too late, it was night.