Chapter 12: Just died yesterday, still fresh
Old money silver shop!
A gold and silver processing shop in an alley in the old city.
At this moment, Lin Ye is working with Master Qian to smelt industrial silver for him.
What he bought from the metal company were silver plates, but since he wanted to take them back to ancient times, he naturally couldn't use silver plates, but had to melt them into silver ingots.
Lin Ye was not worried about the private minting of official silver. When he was locked up in the yard, he read a short storybook in which the private minting of silver ingots was mentioned.
The bureaucrats of the Daqian Dynasty were corrupt, and not much of the tax silver collected went into the national treasury. It was all embezzled at every level. In the beginning, Daqian officials had to melt the official silver to avoid a bad influence when spending it.
But later on, the situation was completely flattened. In order to save trouble, the procedure of remelting the tax silver and recasting it with the official silver mark was directly cancelled. Local governments only needed to melt the collected tax silver for easy transportation.
This also makes it easier for people to enrich themselves, as they can just go out and spend the tax silver without having to find a place to smelt it privately.
"You guys really put a lot of thought into the props for this movie. You used real silver."
"Of course. We have made a huge investment and strive to make every step realistic."
Lin Ye and Master Qian were chatting happily. He came to smelt industrial silver, and the reason he gave was that he was an employee of a film and television company. He was going to shoot a costume drama and wanted to make some ancient silver ingots as props.
Master Qian just happens to have silver ingot molds. Modern people play around with making a lot of gold ingots and silver ingots, but most of them use pure gold and pure silver, and very few use industrial silver.
The processing fee is fifty yuan per kilogram.
"Master Qian, can you take a look at this bracelet?"
At the store entrance, a middle-aged woman and an old man walked in. The woman was holding a jewelry box, and when she opened it, there was a gold bracelet inside.
Lin Ye glanced at the gold bracelet and saw that the style was from more than ten years ago.
"Old man, please sit down."
Looking at the old man following the middle-aged woman, Lin Ye stood up from the stool and gave his seat to the old man.
But as soon as Lin Ye finished speaking, Master Qian and the middle-aged woman looked at him, both of them with confused expressions.
"Little brother, what are you talking about? Where did you come from, old man? I almost couldn't hold the musket steady because of what you said."
Master Qian's words made Lin Ye stand there as if struck by lightning. He glanced at the middle-aged woman's expression and confirmed that Master Qian was not joking with him. Neither Master Qian nor the middle-aged woman could see the old man in front of them.
It's a ghost again!
In an instant, Lin Ye thought of the old man Li and the words of Taoist Ding Xuan.
If your soul is unstable, you are likely to see ghosts.
It turns out that not only the other world, but also the real world can be seen.
"Haha, I was just kidding."
Lin Ye laughed it off and looked at the old man, who was also smiling at him at this moment. His face was full of wrinkles when he smiled, and Lin Ye felt a little uneasy when he saw it.
"Don't be afraid, young man. I am Ai Xiang's father. I just died yesterday. There are some things I didn't have time to tell my daughter, but now I'm dead, and my daughter can't hear anything I say. I want you to help convey some words to my daughter."
Lin Ye's mouth twitched. He just died yesterday.
The old man said it as easily as eating. What's the matter? The corpse is still fresh.
"Ahem, Master Qian, please go ahead and do your work. I'm going to go out and get some fresh air. My butt is sore from sitting for too long."
Master Qian and the old man's daughter were in the store. Lin Ye didn't know what to say, so he just said hello and walked out of the store, heading towards an alley on the side.
Two minutes later, Lin Ye knew what happened to the old man.
The old man worked as a timber guard in a sawmill, earning more than 2,000 yuan a month. He ate and lived in the factory on weekdays. Because the factory paid in cash, the old man was afraid that his money would be stolen, so he put the money in a jar and found a place to bury it.
Originally, the old man thought that he would take the money home when he was too old to work, but he accidentally fell down when he came back from his daughter's house after dinner yesterday. Because it was night, he was not found until several hours later, and he was already dead.
As the saying goes, children are afraid of choking and the elderly are afraid of falling.
Even if an elderly person looks strong and healthy on weekdays, once he falls and gets injured, various diseases will follow and his body can easily be broken down.
Because he had not told his daughter , the old man's soul was reluctant to leave after his death. However, humans and ghosts are different, and his daughter could not see him, let alone hear him speak.
Lin Ye was in a dilemma. If he told the old man's family , wouldn't that be the same as telling them that he could see ghosts?
By then, the old man’s descendants will come to pester me again, wanting to see him or something, which will only cause trouble for me.
"Young man, I won't let you help me for nothing. If you find it troublesome, you can just dig out the money and secretly put it at the door of my daughter's house. To express my gratitude for your help, you can take 3,000 yuan as a reward."
Lin Ye was somewhat tempted, but wasn't it immoral to make money from a dead person and would shorten his life?
Thinking of this, Lin Ye's mind moved, and he traveled back to the other world. He opened the package on the ground and changed into clothes from the other world.
"Master Ding Xuan... open the door, Daogu... little Daogu, open the door quickly!"
Back in the other world, Lin Ye walked out of the house he wanted to buy, went to the door of Qingfeng Temple, and started knocking on the door and shouting loudly.
Three minutes later, the gate of the temple opened, and Taoist Ding Xuan looked at him sternly with dark circles under his eyes.
"Master, I have something I want to consult you about."
Lin Ye ignored the unfriendly expression of Taoist Ding Xuan and said with a chuckle: "If there is a family...will I suffer retribution for shortening my life if I accept this money?"
Taoist Priest Ding Xuan remained silent.
Lin Ye thought for a moment, then took out a small piece of silver from his sleeve and handed it over.
Taoist Priest Ding Xuan's expression became better, and he said, "Master Lin, don't worry. Accepting this money will not bring any retribution to Master Lin, let alone shorten his life."
"Why?"
"The old man went home drunk late at night. If the daughter and son-in-law were filial and sent him home, the old man would not have fallen down and died. The children were not filial enough, and the old man died suddenly. They were not able to tell him where the money was buried, which led to the old man making a deal with Master Lin. This was their own fault that caused the loss of money. If they were filial enough, how could Master Lin have a share? As long as Master Lin does not ask for more than half of the hidden money, there will be no problem."
"Thank you for your guidance, I understand."
Lin Ye clasped his fists and turned to leave. Taoist Ding Xuan said coldly, "Mr. Lin, I advise you not to deal with ghosts."
Lin Ye was stunned. When he turned around, he found that Taoist Ding Xuan had already closed the temple door. He could only smile helplessly. He thought the Taoist had misunderstood him. It was the ghost who took the initiative to find him.
Behind the door, the young Taoist priest was puzzled and asked: "Master, what did you mean by your last sentence?"
"In just one hour, his soul has become more unstable. I guess he earned his money from ghosts. It's not that easy to make money from ghosts. If this continues, he will become a soulless person in less than three days."
"Then Master, why don't you try to persuade Master Lin?"
"Dawu, you have to remember this." Taoist Priest Ding Xuan said earnestly, "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words, especially when it comes to money. This kind of person has tasted the sweetness of making money, and you can't persuade him. He will only pester you to solve the problem for him."
"But I feel that Mr. Lin is not such a person."
"How old are you? I, your master, have traveled a lot and have met a lot of people. Don't bother with people like this, or you'll easily get yourself involved."
Lin Ye returned to the house to change his clothes, then teleported back to the present. He looked at the old man standing in front of him and said, "I promised that I would give the money to your daughter. I will only take three thousand."
"Thank you, young man." The old man quickly expressed his gratitude.
Lin Ye waved his hand: "No, I got paid too, it's just a deal."
When he walked out of the alley and returned to the store, the old man's daughter had already left. Lin Ye pretended to be curious and asked, "Master Qian, did the lady just give you the bracelet to alter?"
"What do you want to change it to? I'm selling it. I'm a miserable person. My old father fell and died yesterday. My husband has cancer and has been taking medicine for years. Now I don't even have the money to hold a funeral for my old father. I thought of pawning the bracelet to get some money."
Lin Ye was stunned and glanced at the old man on the side.
My goodness, your son-in-law doesn’t have money to treat his illness, and you, as his father-in-law, are still hiding the money. You are an only child for your daughter, so you should keep the money for your retirement.
The old man had a bitter expression on his face and explained, "My son-in-law's disease cannot be cured. He has given up on it, but Keaiying is stubborn and refuses to give up. All the money in the family has been spent on his treatment. What will happen to the two children in the future? I saved this money for them."
Lin Ye was silent. Perhaps the old man’s behavior was a little selfish, but from a certain perspective, it was the right choice.
Too many families have been dragged down by these incurable diseases. Not only have the people survived, but they have also been left with a mountain of debt. It is not wrong for the elderly to think about the future of their grandchildren.
"Little brother, it's done. It's thirty kilograms in total. I'll give you a discount. Thirteen thousand will be enough."
"Thank you, Master Qian."
Lin Ye paid the money, put the silver ingots into his schoolbag, walked out of the store with the schoolbag on his back, looked at the old man and said, "Take me to dig for money."
An hour later, Lin Ye was counting the money he took out of the jar in the corner. They were all in hundred-dollar notes, totaling sixty-seven thousand.
After getting the money, Lin Ye followed the old man to his daughter's house. When passing by a bank, Lin Ye stopped and walked towards the bank.
"Young man, what are you doing?" The old man seemed a little afraid of the bank and didn't dare to follow him in.
"I'll save the three thousand dollars I'm supposed to take." Lin Ye didn't look back, and his voice floated out from the bank door.
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Fifteen minutes later, Lin Ye walked out of an apartment building in an old residential area.
"No need to send it. I also heard from Master Qian that your family is not doing well. It just so happens that our foundation is holding a donation event for cancer patients recently."
"This money is not mine, so you don't need to thank me."
Lin Ye walked out of the community quickly under the woman's grateful gaze.
As soon as he walked out of the community, the smile on his face disappeared.
Behind him, at the entrance of the community, the old man was constantly bowing to him.
Lin Ye didn't look back, but waved his hands impatiently behind him. He didn't want to look back at the old man, as he would be annoyed if he saw him.
Not only did I not make any money, I also lost three thousand dollars of my own money.
