You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Lao Liao clapped his hands helplessly: "I knew it!"

Wang Haitao also sighed.

"The only way to communicate is by letter, which means it's a remote place, right? It's New Year's Day, and most people go home with money, so maybe..."

"I told you to stop being such a pessimist." Old Liao glared at him.

Wang Haitao was helpless: "If there really is a robbery and murder, it's not something I can stop just by not saying bad things. Besides, it must have happened a long time ago, so what does it have to do with me?"

Lao Liao pushed him aside and said, "Go away, don't stand here with me. It's bad luck."

Wang Haitao: “???”

When the woman on the other end heard Su Chen's voice, her body froze.

But she quickly took a few deep breaths and adjusted herself.

"Master, then, when will the first month come back?"

Obviously, he was hoping that his son was still safe.

Su Chen shook his head: "I can't come back in the first month of the year."

The woman's eyes went dark and her body swayed.

When he was about to pass out, he heard Su Chen sigh and say, "He was caught for robbery. Not to mention the first month of the year, he won't be back for several years!"

Lao Liao: “???”

Wang Haitao: “!!!”

The woman was pleasantly surprised: "My son is not dead? That's good, that's good."

"Sister, your son is robbing..."

The woman snorted softly, "What's wrong with robbery? My son must have his reasons."

As she said that, she quickly took out 20 yuan and slapped it on the table.

"Just count your fate, why are you so meddlesome?!"

Then she stood up, glared at the people around her fiercely, and hurried away in her high heels.

Wang Haitao took two steps back and stood next to Lao Liao.

"My crow's mouth?"

Lao Liao laughed: "Well, Xiao Wang, would you like some steamed buns?"

"eat!"

Wang Haitao took two without hesitation, and Lao Liao was so distressed that he covered his chest with his hands.

Just as Su Chen put the money away, he saw a white shadow rushing towards him. He raised his hand to take the money and crushed it.

Wang Haitao took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "I have to say, Lao Liao's steamed buns are really delicious!"

Old Liao immediately lowered his hand from his chest and exclaimed proudly, "That's nonsense! Who on this street makes better steamed buns than me? I'm second to none, and no one dares to claim first place, okay?"

Wang Haitao made a face at him.

He turned around and ate the steamed bun in a few bites, then asked Su Chen, "Let's go eat?"

"Didn't you eat it?"

Su Chen remembered that he dragged Zheng Heng to the cafeteria and said he wanted to drink.

At this moment... I still smell of alcohol.

"Hey, that Zheng's mouth is like a rock. I poured a bottle of Erguotou down his throat and couldn't pry it open," Wang Haitao explained in a low voice, aggrieved. "I also want to find out what the Exorcism Team did before."

Su Chen didn't respond to his question, his expression was indifferent: "Wait a little longer."

"Someone else is coming? Who?"

The person who came was Zhong Hongqi.

His face and nose were bruised and swollen, and if it weren't for his yellow hair, no one would have recognized him.

He sat down in front of the stall, his neck stiff, "Do you... have a peace amulet?"

Su Chen nodded at him.

"There are 20 and 100. Which one do you want?"

Zhong Hongqi's face was full of confusion. He put his hands in his pockets and fumbled with them again and again. Finally, he stiffened his neck and said, "I'm not a nouveau riche. Four of these are 20 yuan."

"No money left? You'll win six out of ten tomorrow night."

Zhong Hongqi glared at Su Chen: "What are you talking about? Are you going to sell the amulet or not?!"

"Sell, wait a moment."

Su Chen finished the drawing quickly and looked at his expression carefully before handing it to him.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a fight?!" Zhong Hongqi threw the money to him, stood up and walked quickly, then trotted into the crowd.

Lao Liao walked over in disbelief.

"This kid... is he really the one who was lucky in making money?"

After getting Su Chen's affirmation, he scratched his head and said, "He didn't make a fortune?"

Su Chen smiled.

"Sent."

"...Huh?" Old Liao was puzzled. "Wouldn't he be cocky after getting rich? And he's still like this?"

Su Chen didn't explain.

Zhong Hongqi went to the hospital and snorted when he saw the people in the ward.

After awkwardly dividing the amulets, he slipped away under the pretext of going home to bring toiletries to his mother.

Zhong Hongqi returned home, threw himself onto the bed, subconsciously turned sideways to find a comfortable position, and his hand touched something hard.

He stood up suspiciously, lifted the pillow, and saw a red envelope lying underneath.

bulging.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhong Hongqi slowly opened the red envelope.

There were five hundred-dollar bills and a small note lying quietly inside.

"New Year's money."

He recognized the handwriting; it was his sister's.

"Who wants your filthy money!" Zhong Hongqi angrily pretended to tear the money, paused, then put it away like a treasure, grinning, "Tomorrow night, I'll try it!"

"If that master doesn't allow me, I'll overturn his stall!"

After Su Chen and Wang Haitao came back from dinner, they clearly felt that there were fewer stalls on Chunming Street.

A Biao threw an apple to each of them.

"Everyone basically puts things aside until today. The rest of the time, we clean the house, buy some New Year's goods, and then wait for the New Year's Eve dinner."

Boss Zhao is here too.

After taking Beibei, she showed Su Chen three bright red dresses.

"Master, which one do you think looks good?"

Su Chen: "..."

"One outfit a day. Beibei looks good, the skirt looks good, and they look even better when paired together."

These words touched Boss Zhao's heart.

He chuckled and scratched his head: "I think so too. It's boring during the New Year. I can make a few more sets of clothes for Beibei. One set a day will definitely be no problem."

This time Wang Haitao gave a thumbs up.

Boss Zhao did not come empty-handed. When he left, he handed the bag to Su Chen. Su Chen opened it and took a look. There were four toys inside.

"That's quite thoughtful." A Biao took a look and said happily.

It's quite thoughtful, but with five children, we can't have no toys just because Ayun is young, right? Su Chen hesitated, borrowed Aunt Li's paper and scissors, and made a small windmill for the little guy.

"Everyone has gone home, so I'm closing my stall."

"Brother Biao, please prepare paper and pen for me tomorrow so I can write Spring Festival couplets."

"no problem."

Wang Haitao immediately raised his hand: "Writing Spring Festival couplets? I can do that too. Let's do it together tomorrow!"

Su Chen still left from A Biao's house. Not long after he left, Xu Yuan returned to the barbecue restaurant exhausted.

Just as he sat down, someone walked slowly up to him and whispered something in his ear.

Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure?"

The man shook his head slowly.

"Send someone to get some information in the evening."

"it is good."

Su Chen returned home and found Huang Shaowei there.

He said hello and was pulled aside by Liu Chunhua.

"Ah Chen, go back to your father-in-law's house. I guess A Ting should be back to recuperate after giving birth."

Su Chen was not surprised and nodded with a smile.

I went over and asked Huang Shaowei: "Are you here to pay back the money? Did your family agree to contribute to the payment?"

Huang Shaowei felt embarrassed after hearing this.

He laughed dryly twice, looking very uncomfortable, but still nodded.

"Yes, it was paid for by the whole family."

Old Man Su saw through it but didn't say anything. Su Chen was also willing to be a good person: "That's good. Let's have dinner at home before going back."

"No, that's fine." Huang Shaowei waved his hand quickly. "I, I need to go back early, uh... take care of, yes, take care of A-Ting. She's in confinement after giving birth. I need to go back early..."

Su Chen did not force him to stay, nor did he send him off directly through the ghost path.

Watching Huang Shaowei's body disappear on the mountain path, he shook his head helplessly.