There is a paper-making shop in Laohuai Lane, Beicheng, called Yizhizhai. During the day, he sells paper money, shrouds, and wreaths, and at night he writes accounts for the dead. The shop owner Xu Xiuhe is the last deed writer in Beicheng. With a pen, the living and the dead can write in black and white, and no one owes anything to them. Thirty years ago, she signed a "turnover contract" for Laocheng and pledged her children's future "luck" to Hengxing Bank. On the night when the contract was signed, the city god disappeared; from then on, the children of the old city were unlucky from generation to generation.
After Xu Xiuhe's death, Xu Jianwei, a folklore student, inherited the shop and also inherited a pawn ticket - the pawn ticket had Su Wujiu's name on it. She has no name, no status, and no origin, but she knows every word of the Xu family better than anyone else.
That night when the bill collector came to the door, Xu Jianwei realized that what his grandma left him was not a shop, but a book of unfinished accounts. There are scales in the way of heaven, but the scale cannot satisfy people's hearts; there is a contract in the world, but justice cannot be written out. He can't pay this debt, and he can't escape it. He just wants to ask - can he decide this debt by himself?
The master teaches writing, and the students kneel down to beg. The order has been reversed for thirty years, and it's time to come back.
Some names become true as soon as they are written.
Collecting the pen and leaving the hook is an old skill of the Xu family, and it is also used in this book.
The original deed was lost, but the ring seal remained. People who have lost their contracts are most afraid that someone will put the account back together again.
After collecting the wrong account for thirty years, someone has to admit it first.
Class starts tomorrow morning. The steamed stuffed buns are enough, and the bottom gas tubes are enough.
A deed, hidden for thirty years. Those who hide it dare not lift it, and those who lift it have not yet filled themselves.
If someone is in a hurry to burn the stall, it means there is a ghost in the stall.
An empty scale is not empty, it is waiting for someone to lift it.
What goes up is smoothness, and what comes back is account. Whether it's worth it or not depends on the scale.
The master teaches writing, and the students kneel down to beg. The order has been reversed for thirty years, and it's time to come back.
Some names become true as soon as they are written.
Collecting the pen and leaving the hook is an old skill of the Xu family, and it is also used in this book.
The original deed was lost, but the ring seal remained. People who have lost their contracts are most afraid that someone will put the account back together again.
After collecting the wrong account for thirty years, someone has to admit it first.
Class starts tomorrow morning. The steamed stuffed buns are enough, and the bottom gas tubes are enough.
A deed, hidden for thirty years. Those who hide it dare not lift it, and those who lift it have not yet filled themselves.
If someone is in a hurry to burn the stall, it means there is a ghost in the stall.
An empty scale is not empty, it is waiting for someone to lift it.
What goes up is smoothness, and what comes back is account. Whether it's worth it or not depends on the scale.