New Year Market.

The sky gradually turned dark.

Lights began to illuminate one after another, creating a great atmosphere.

Upon seeing someone selling flower lanterns, Ning Jiaojiao bought one and continued shopping with Ning Zheng.

"I just wonder why every shop in the night market loves to hang red lanterns?"

Ning Zheng pondered as they walked,

"It makes even the air seem red, turning the ghost market into something quite eerie at this late hour."

By rights, embers maintain life's routines.

During their lifetimes, flower lanterns at the New Year Market should be colorful, but why do they love lighting red ones after death?

To work with the atmosphere group?

A better scare, to eat people?

But it can't be that.

Because they don't believe they died, nor do they think they're ghosts.

Honestly, this isn't very scientific!

Could it be that after death they have developed red-green color blindness and can no longer distinguish colors?

So, they uniformly choose red lanterns?

If so, it not only signifies their deficit in understanding "death," but also a deficit in understanding "color"!

Perhaps there's another possibility.

Their thirst for blood may make them extremely sensitive to red?

Like some carnivorous animals in nature, such as sharks, who go into a frenzy upon sensing blood.

He strolled while dispersing his thoughts, venturing into science.

Mainly because Ning Jiaojiao dragged him from day to night, he could only ponder life's questions to pass the time.

For a moment, Ning Zheng felt that the secondary skill should not be cultivation, but walking.

After all, his mortal legs were quite tired after walking so much.

Having walked all day, Ning Jiaojiao had bought quite a lot, even a small trolley, which Ning Zheng was in charge of pulling.

They hadn't spent much money.

And many purchased items were deemed necessary by Ning Zheng.

Clay pots and bowls were tangible goods, a necessary bulk purchase to take back.

These deceased people buy for fun, reflecting their life's behaviors, but he, a living person, truly needs the pots and pans.

"Oh right, let's buy some clothes."

Ning Zheng suddenly recalled, and indeed they should purchase a batch of the most basic apparel.

After all, it's the New Year.

Anyway, since they're shopping, as the Manor Master, they should buy some new clothes for their employees, right?

Previous clothes were old ones left behind by mountain slave ironworkers, and they're almost used up. When the ironworkers revive, won't there need to be more clothes prepared for them?

Before, the Money Child and Money Lolita didn't distinguish between genders, but now humans have joined...

Still not differentiating between genders.

This was Ai's suggestion.

Ai's assistant said, "Give them a few cuts here and there, they love it! Otherwise, in their world, it may not pass review."

Ning Zheng naturally followed the suggestion, Sword Casting Manor must emphasize a pure affection.

"Need to buy clothes, then go to Sister Er Niu's place!" Ning Jiaojiao said, "Cheap and practical."

Passing through several streets, Ning Zheng reached a shop.

A woman outside was sewing clothes, with garments hanging inside.

Inside hung vivid red wedding dresses, groom red robes, regular attire for Confucian scholars, and various ethnic metal headgear, a diverse and dazzling array.

The Ghost Tailor named Er Niu was the same in life and death.

Except for a slight penchant for eating people, she stitched clothes in a repetitive fashion daily.

Without meat to eat, instinctively filling her bulla cavity with rings of cloth bandages.

In reality, she's a cloth person, appearing quite eerie.

Actually, most bubble ghosts who can't make ends meet have no meat to eat, thus employing such a method to feel a substantive touch.

Filling the cavities with various lifetime obsessions can also be turned into an attack method.

It can only be said that most were poor ghosts unable to eat well during life, naturally becoming impoverished ghosts unable to eat well after death.

Of course.

This being only recognized by Three Flowers cultivators, using Spiritual Qi to cover their eyes, revealing her true self.

Entered the shop.

With no desire to select purchases, Ning Zheng didn't even look at the meticulously sewn garments, boldly pointed at the simplest styles: "Two hundred sets of coarse cloth hemp clothes."

Er Niu was stunned, "So many? I don't have that much stock."

"No problem, I'll pay a deposit, you can make them, and I'll pick them up later." Ning Zheng gave two Magic Coins as a deposit.

Not afraid of a breach of contract.

Embers abiding by life's logic were honest people, so posthumously they are certainly honest ghosts keeping promises.

Of course, except during outbreaks.

About these clothes having a dead aura, like burial goods?

Living beings using items for long might reduce lifespan, being unhealthy?

Ning Zheng thought those ironworkers probably wouldn't care about that.

Anyway, each looks eager for an ill fate, rather than longevity.

Just having clothes to wear is good!

"Need cloth shoes? That many clothes without cloth shoes won't do."

Er Niu took out a pair of thick cloth shoes, speaking in a soft voice, "I made them myself, the soles have three layers of stitches, very sturdy."

"No need." Ning Zheng shook his head.

"Then straw shoes?" Er Niu, seeing rare big business, said, "Those are even cheaper."

Ning Zheng shook his head again, although tempted for a major purchase to buy as New Year gifts, really unneeded.

Not because straw shoes were unaffordable, but ironworkers loved walking barefoot, close to the earth, occasionally even taking a nibble.

On the mountain, Ning Zheng occasionally saw several squatting in corners, bending over with heads buried in the ground munching, quite an unusual scene.

"How about bamboo baskets?" A deep hoarse male voice came from next door.

Next door is the bamboo basket shop.

Displaying bamboo baskets, bamboo beds, bamboo mats, operated by Er Niu's husband Brother Li, a bamboo craftsman.

Under the Spiritual Eye, a lifelike bamboo puppet stepped out and greeted.

After saying goodbye to both, putting the clothing on the trolley behind.

Ning Zheng currently was bored, considering whether to visit the bookstore and purchase some books for the young ironworkers on the mountain.

After all, they seem to enjoy reading quite a lot.

With the New Year, also giving some welfare like clothes, books, they're quite cheap.

"Indeed, need to buy some."

"With their easily satisfied nature, delivering a gift could make them happy all day."

He had a favorable impression of the bookstore.

Back then, lucking out at the dreadfully ghostly bookstore to discover many fundamental cultivation techniques started his path of cultivation.

During the Immortal Path prosperity time, much of the basic knowledge and discussions were widespread among mortals, since scholars purchased books from the bookstore.

With his mind made up, Ning Zheng prepared to bring Ning Jiaojiao for a visit, even ending today's itinerary when suddenly catching a glance at "Su Yuniang" amidst the bustling crowd.

Ning Zheng was momentarily stunned, thinking: Why did Su Yuniang come down from the Manor? And to the night market?

Then carefully focusing on the rice flower hair on her head, filled with familiar shadow Qi.

The good news is it's matured.

The bad news is she has died.

However, could shadow spirit rice grown from dead embers still be eaten?

If edible, she's a walking humanoid spirit rice.

Spirit Rice might be collected!

"Hey Jiaojiao, want fishing bait for when we go fishing?" Ning Zheng pulled Ning Jiaojiao forward.

"Yes! Is the market selling bait now?"

Ning Jiaojiao, holding a chicken cage in her left hand and flower lantern in her right, said, "I feel I've hit the jackpot today."

"Night is almost here, not safe, that sister appears to be from out of town, might not have a place to stay, let's trick… take her home." Ning Zheng revealed a gentle smile, "Help us fish at night as accommodation payment."

Only now did Ning Zheng have an epiphany.

He just wondered what opportunities existed in the New Year Market? Which kind old folks were so courteous?

Turns out the opportunity was you.

No wonder Ning Jiaojiao's Qi fortune surged over 100, due to her anticipated bait appearing.