Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 906 - 902: Outing

"Why do you look so anxious? What’s happened?" Shen Siyuan asked directly.

"No, nothing’s wrong."

Grandpa Liu quickly waved his hand, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, "I just wanted to report the recent work progress while you were still here."

Every day, people pass away, which means new souls enter the Qiongzhou Netherworld daily, undoubtedly a significant workload for Grandpa Liu.

Fortunately, Shen Siyuan had previously granted him the authority to recruit more staff, coupled with his own network, he could manage for now.

However, those who work know that doing a good job is essential, but being able to explain things clearly so the superiors are informed is what gets recognition.

Clearly, Grandpa Liu wasn’t the type to only bury his head in work without reporting back.

Thus, Shen Siyuan asked him to elaborate on the current work situation.

After Grandpa Liu finished speaking, Shen Siyuan also frowned slightly, feeling worried: based on the daily influx of new souls in the State Mansion, it wouldn’t be long before it would become overcrowded with ghosts, unable to accommodate so many.

We must find a solution to this problem—either relocate some ghosts or restart reincarnation to have them reborn.

Evidently, the latter option is currently almost impossible.

Therefore, the only option is to relocate some ghosts.

Shen Siyuan couldn’t help but rub his temples, feeling a bit helpless: it felt like he was seeking trouble, and those peaceful, leisure days seemed out of reach.

"You’ve worked hard during this time."

Shen Siyuan looked at Grandpa Liu, his tone softening, "Recruit more staff to share the workload. If you encounter anyone outstanding, note their name, I will consider assigning them suitable positions later..."

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Liu was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to thank Shen Siyuan, "Thank you, Lord Governor! I will do my best!"

This was the sentence he had been waiting for.

Being a Ghost Messenger, though only the lowest rank of Divine, he had a respectable position in the Netherworld, envied by his old friends and colleagues.

During this time, everyone worked with him, managing the Qiongzhou Prefecture in an orderly manner, frankly speaking, they were hoping to gain an official "status," no longer lingering as wandering ghosts.

With Shen Siyuan’s promise, Grandpa Liu could not only give his old friends an explanation but also help Granny Huang secure an official identity.

"Go ahead and get busy, I’ll contact you if I need something."

Shen Siyuan waved his hand, signaling that he could leave.

Grandpa Liu bowed again and left happily.

Shen Siyuan also had his own considerations: currently, he truly had no reliable personnel and could only temporarily rely on Grandpa Liu.

Though he wasn’t worried about Grandpa Liu causing any mischief—after all, he was the Lord Governor of Qiongzhou Netherworld, holding the greatest authority, the rules of the Netherworld were determined by him, everything was under his control.

Moreover, he also had the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, a powerful weapon, in case of any mishaps, he had ways to deal with it.

After giving Xiao Yue a few instructions, he left the Underworld with Duoduo.

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"Where’s Si Yuan? Didn’t he come with you?"

Jiang Yingxue asked when she noticed Shen Siyuan was not among Ruan Hongzhuang’s group.

Ruan Xiangqian was also present; today was the outing after the wedding, where both families were together.

"Xiao Yue and the others didn’t come either," Ruan Xiangqian said.

Compared to Dou Dou and Duoduo, Ruan Xiangqian preferred the quiet Xiao Yue.

"They’re busy, couldn’t come today," Ruan Hongzhuang said.

"Just got married, and he’s already this busy?"

Jiang Yingxue’s tone showed a hint of dissatisfaction; right after marriage, neglecting his wife was unpleasant for anyone.

Moreover, Shen Siyuan didn’t have a real career, what could he be so busy with?

"Mom, he really has important things to do," Ruan Hongzhuang couldn’t help but defend Shen Siyuan.

"More important than you?"

"More important than me."

Seeing Ruan Hongzhuang’s serious expression, Jiang Yingxue couldn’t help but be curious, but now wasn’t the time to inquire.

"Okay then, if you’re not anxious, why should I be?"

Meanwhile, Huang Huijuan was whispering to her husband.

"She’s definitely upset because my son didn’t come."

Shen Jianjun chuckled, "Probably not."

"Of course she is; I know her too well," Huang Huijuan stated confidently.

At this moment, Jiang Yingxue, having finished speaking with her daughter, walked over.

She first greeted Grandma before directly asking Shen Jianjun, "Is she speaking ill of me behind my back again?"

"Uh..."

Shen Jianjun was unsure how to respond.

Seeing Shen Jianjun’s expression, Jiang Yingxue knew the answer without him saying anything.

"Your son didn’t come, and you won’t even let me vent a bit."

"Of course not, she’s your son-in-law, not your husband, why should you interfere?"

"You..." Jiang Yingxue was amused by her words.

"Is that appropriate?"

"What’s inappropriate? As long as it irritates you, it’s appropriate," Huang Huijuan said nonchalantly.

Shen Jianjun quietly stepped aside to chat with Ruan Xiangqian.

The two women quarreled, and the two men pretended not to see because they had become accustomed to it.

Initially, they tried to mediate, but that only resulted in both women turning against them, making them feel caught in the middle.

"Where are we going today?" Grandma asked Taozi.

"Today we’re going to Nantang Old Street," Ruan Hongzhuang came over and held Grandma’s arm again.

With one person on each side, Grandma thought for a moment and said to Taozi, "Hongzhuang can accompany me; you go look after Tang Tang, if she gets lost, Big Head will definitely blame me."

Hearing Grandma refer to Shen Siyuan as Big Head, the two women laughed out loud.

However, Tang Tang did indeed need someone to watch over her; Mao Sanmei couldn’t handle her alone.

Nantang Old Street is the former site of the Southern Song’s "Three Markets of South Gate," which not only preserves historical buildings like Yuan Muzhi’s former residence and Yongshui Bridge, but also gathers many old brand shops, full of authentic flair upon entry.

Grandma really enjoyed it here.

Compared to the old streets in Qiong Province, the scenery was completely different, with a distinct cultural style—lacking the lively mix of foreign elements found in Qiong Province, instead offering a more rustic and dignified ambiance, exactly Grandma’s preferred taste.

Not only did Grandma like it, but Tang Tang also played with great delight.

The little one ran with short stubby legs through the crowd, like a nimble little eel, sometimes stopping at a shop to look at sugar paintings, other times hovering near a stall to touch lanterns.

Luckily many people were keeping an eye on her today, so there was no fear of her truly disappearing.

Moreover, it wasn’t a holiday, there were quite a few people on the street, but not so crowded that she’d get pushed or lost.

Tang Tang, in her walk around the street, already gathered fifty-eight yuan and six cents, along with an earring, a bracelet, and a cell phone.

The earring wasn’t valuable, just a regular accessory, but the bracelet was genuine silver and worth quite a bit, and as for the phone, it was immediately returned to its owner.

Nonetheless, the gains were considerable, surprising everyone.

"Do you have an auto-pickup function or something?"

Watching her, Taozi couldn’t help but joke; she also played games, leading her to suspect that Tang Tang might, like a game character, possess an automatic item pickup ability.

While everyone was chatting, they saw Tang Tang’s little backside go up in the air again...