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

"You first dreamed about counting money, and it was your mother who reminded you that it was about money..."

The middle-aged man was distraught: "I, I thought..."

He thought that he was just thinking about it during the day and dreaming about it at night. After all, he was thinking about how to make more money every day.

Seeing his instantly dejected look, Ah Biao asked in a low voice, "So, how much money do you have hidden under your bed?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him with resentment.

He waved his hands weakly, turned around and wanted to leave, but then he remembered something and took out the wrapped red envelope and handed it respectfully to Su Chen.

"Master, thank you for clearing up my doubts today. Thank you. I, I'm leaving now!"

A Biao waited until he was far away before looking at Su Chen with burning eyes.

"Brother, give us a hint."

"It's really not easy. We have a two-year-old prodigal son!"

Su Chen coughed lightly and said nothing.

A Biao raised a finger and said, "Ten thousand?"

"He wouldn't be like this if he had ten thousand," Lin Jingyu reminded, "I estimate... fifty thousand?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"Then... 30,000?" Old Liao also came to join in the fun.

He quickly became upset again: "No, he has at least 30,000 yuan hidden in his pocket? That's impossible, right?"

Lin Jingyu stared at Su Chen: "Brother, more than 50,000?"

Seeing Su Chen coughing again, Lin Jingyu shook his head and said, "What a prodigal son!"

Lao Liao realized it later: "What?!"

More than 50,000 yuan of private money was burned down to just over 1,000 yuan?

This naughty kid is probably going to get his butt swollen from being beaten!

Who can be so defeated?

No, who could possibly have 50,000 yuan hidden in their personal stash? His entire family's combined assets wouldn't even have that much...

Old Liao went back in isolation.

Su Chen accepted the red envelope and heard Lin Jingyu ask, "Brother, do you think she will die?"

Ah Biao was confused: "No, the child is only two years old. Even though so much money was burned, it wouldn't be necessary to beat him to death, right?"

What does Ayu think?

Su Chen knew that Lin Jingyu was asking about the woman's sister-in-law.

"She volunteered." Su Chen reminded.

So, even if the ending is death, it is her choice.

Even if no one deliberately cried poor and schemed against her, her parents who loved her the most had died, and she was the most hurt. She didn't want to live, and that would cause her brother to suffer.

Lin Jingyu drank the water in one gulp and let out a long breath.

Su Chen's calm voice was in his ears: "Brother Yu, sometimes you have to respect the fate of others."

Lin Jingyu nodded: "I know..."

"Well, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll go to your house later to take my sister and brother-in-law to the library to register." He stood up, walked to the bookstall, and picked up the documents he had picked up before. "Let's go."

A Biao frowned and thought for a long time: "That's not right, brother. You said you respect other people's fate, then A Yu will help the child to go to school..."

Su Chen also stood up.

"A child's character is still undetermined, and anything is possible."

"Let's go, I'm going to Uncle Zhong to get some yellow paper and cinnabar."

In Lao Zhong’s incense and candle shop.

Su Chen glanced around but didn't see Awang's little figure.

"He's going to school. I took him to register this morning, and the teacher asked him to help with the general cleaning this afternoon."

Are the rules different for each school?

Su Chen raised his eyebrows slightly.

At least Honghong's school doesn't require children to do a thorough cleaning.

He came back to his senses: "Uncle Zhong, please help me get some good yellow paper and cinnabar."

"No problem," Old Zhong turned around with a hunched back and went into the inner room, moved away a few paper figurines that were in the way, and took the things out.

Su Chen looked at the paper figures and asked, "Uncle Zhong, did you make these?"

"No, someone else made it and put it on consignment here. It's just that the quality isn't very good. I don't know much about it and don't like to sell it, so I put it here."

"Don't worry about it. If I can't sell it, I'll return it."

Su Chen nodded and paid. When he returned to the street, there was a car next to Lao Liao. Chai Daqian was grinning at him with his big teeth: "Come on, try my sesame cake, it's really delicious!"

"Go away, go away! I was wondering why you were so kind before and gave me the red scarf..."

"Didn't you say you were going to put out socks and clothes? You're putting out food right next to me. Are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to steal my business?"

Chai Daqian waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, how could I be so mean..."

"Oh, you have a good heart..."

No matter how Chai Daqian tried to please him, the greedy Lao Liao still seriously refused his food.

Kong Aichun took a bite and nodded: "Lao Chai, your cake is delicious, but it's a little too sweet..."

"Too sweet? Okay, I'll take note. I'll put less sugar next time."

Chai Daqian asked other people for their opinions.

Lao Liao: “…”

He crossed his arms and became even angrier!

Su Chen glanced at it and shook his head helplessly.

As soon as he sat down, A Biao brought out a plate of braised food.

“It’s best served hot out of the pan.”

Su Chen laughed: "Brother Biao, if you keep feeding me secretly like this, be careful of your sister-in-law's punishment."

"impossible!"

"How could I not know Aoi? You saved her niece. She wouldn't mind even if I gave you the whole pot."

A Biao paused and explained: "Don't worry, brother, I bought these ingredients extra."

"By the way, do you want to eat oranges?"

"eat!"

A Biao brought out the bag, took out three for Su Chen, walked over and gave five to the depressed Lao Liao, and whispered a few words of comfort. Lao Liao hummed a few times, and his attitude softened, but he still didn't want to be with Lao Chai, so he ran over and occupied Lin Jingyu's chair.

It was already noon, and Lao Liao was peeling oranges while basking in the sun, and gradually he felt sleepy.

He made a fingernail mark on the last orange, held it loosely, and began to move his head noisily.

Su Chen took a glance and stretched out a leg to block Lao Liao when he was about to fall.

Old Liao's face hit Su Chen's calf, but the orange in his hand fell, rolled forward, passed under the table of Su Chen's stall, and continued forward.

"My orange!"

Old Liao came to his senses, but before he could thank Su Chen, he ran after him to pick up the oranges. When he reached the middle of the road, he saw that the oranges had been accurately crushed by a pair of shoes, and the juice splashed out.

Lao Liao: “…”

Who is it? Where are your eyes? Can't you see the orange on the ground?

If you waste food in this life, be careful of starving in the next life.

Standing up, Lao Liao subconsciously took a step back.

This person is... too tall.

At least a head taller than him.

He was originally furious, but he lost his temper in an instant.

Look at the other person's thick arms again.

Lao Liao even doubted that the other party could easily pick him up and throw him away.

If I can't afford to offend you, I can afford to hide from you.

Old Liao gave a dry laugh and hid behind his steamed bun stall.

But when he met Chai Daqian, he still rolled his eyes at him viciously.

When he turned around again, the tall man had already walked to Su Chen's stall, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He was so big that the chair suddenly became much smaller under him.

Old Liao was worried: Could this person be here to cause trouble?

Then the tall man coughed twice, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and slowly pushed it to Su Chen.

Lao Liao: “???”

What is this operation?

Could it be... a mute?

Su Chen didn't open the paper: "Your condition is not easy to treat. You need to come here at least 7 times."

The tall man was stunned for a moment, then he was pleasantly surprised: "Miracle doctor, can you really cure it? This, this is not that kind of..."

As he spoke, he realized something, looked around subconsciously, and soon his face turned red.