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

With just one word, Qin Deshui's playful smile instantly disappeared.

He looked up at the sky.

Watching the clouds in the sky for a long time.

Finally, he sighed softly, "I feel so ashamed of my master and ancestors!"

"Over the years, in order to spread the Dao, the Lushan Sect has accepted many disciples. Who could have imagined that someone would betray their master and ancestors?"

Su Chen: "Why not just find them and drive them out?"

Qin Deshui was disappointed: "If only it were that simple!"

"Can't find it?"

"Well, it was divined by the thousand-year-old ox horn, the sect's treasure. It was originally just a routine divination for the next ten years, hoping that the sect would flourish. Who knew..."

Qin Deshui smiled bitterly: "A single rat dropping can destroy the entire Lushan Mountain."

"Only one person?"

Su Chen subconsciously counted with his fingers.

But the more he calculated, the more sweat broke out on his forehead. When Qin Deshui finally stopped him forcibly, he almost couldn't control his strength.

"That's impossible to calculate." Qin Deshui sighed, "I know you have the intention, Xiao Su, but it's a pity that when it comes to the rise and fall of a Taoist sect, it's not that easy to get a glimpse of the clues."

He took out another booklet.

"But recently, I asked those useless disciples to make a list of Lushan Sect members," he handed it to Su Chen, "I'm not good at divination, and I don't trust others. If you have time, Xiao Su, you can give it a try."

Without waiting for Su Chen to react, Qin Deshui took out another arm-long piece of black wood.

"I don't have much money, so I'll take this as my fortune-telling fee."

"If you can't figure it out, forget it. But if I find out which rat shit it is, I'll beat him to death!"

Su Chen: "..."

Well, this is the familiar Master Qin.

The one who was stingy with the scallion pancake and the one who was smiling playfully really don’t look alike.

After the matter was settled, Qin Deshui waved his sleeves and left.

Su Chen carried little Ayun and Beibei out. Yueyue, Abia and the others had already returned.

Yueyue was sitting happily on the chair, her two little feet shaking happily, twisting her body while chewing on the scallion pancake.

It can be seen that this scallion pancake must be delicious.

Seeing that there were still two on the table, Su Chen picked up one, took a bite, and took out the money and handed it to A Biao.

The latter refused.

"I bought about ten, and Uncle Liao and the others ate them all. Can I still charge you for it?"

"Besides, it's not expensive."

Su Chen chewed it twice, and the aroma of green onions and the burnt aroma of the pancake blended together, which was unique.

"How much is one?" he asked.

"Two cents, and let me tell you, they're made with lard. I was wondering how they could be so delicious. It's a pity Akui isn't at home, otherwise I'd have such a treat."

Su Chen reminded: "Just buy it and send it over."

"No, it's so cold, it will be cold by the time you send it over, and it won't taste good if it's cold."

Su Chen: "..."

"Shall I take you for a walk?"

"It's your reward for treating me."

A Biao: “!!!”

"This is what you said!"

"I'll go buy it now."

After sending A Biao to the screen, the guy insisted on staying with A Kui and not leaving. A Kui was so angry that he stomped on his feet. A Biao held his feet and jumped and refused to let go.

Su Chen could only come back alone with a smile.

As soon as I sat down, I saw Kong Aiqun walk out weakly, holding a scallion pancake in her hand and taking a small bite.

It seems that he has recovered.

Kong Aichun had already finished the scallion oil noodles in a few mouthfuls, and now he pulled Lao Liao and the others aside to ask who made the scallion pancakes.

Old Liao couldn't help but be curious, so he ran out for a while and came back with a sigh: "He's the chef from the Red Star Textile Factory cafeteria. I was wondering, how come his cooking skills are so good?"

Kong Aichun was surprised: "He resigned?"

Chai Daqian shook his head: "It must be because he didn't get paid for the past two days. He knew the factory was in trouble, so he came out to set up a stall."

Many state-owned factories have closed down recently, and everyone is used to it.

Chai Daqian frowned again as he spoke: "But it's strange, with his cooking skills, he can go to any restaurant. Why does he have to set up a stall here?"

Setting up a stall is exposed to the wind and sun, and there is no guarantee of a profit regardless of drought or flood. It is much harder than working in a restaurant's kitchen.

Kong Aichun curled his lips: "Nonsense, you must know how to make a lot of money!"

"Maybe he has four or five sons getting married, and he doesn't have any money for the bride price?"

Chai Daqian shook his head: "I don't know the person, maybe there really is one."

"But having four or five sons is really a stretch. Even if the bride price is three thousand per person, it would still be over ten thousand."

"The salary at the textile factory is just over 200 yuan a month. After deducting food and drink, even if you can save half of it a month, it's only a little over 1,000 yuan a year. It will take ten years to save enough for the betrothal gift!"

Chai Daqian shuddered.

"Luckily, I only have one son."

He exchanged glances with Lao Liao, who chuckled, "There's only one of me!"

Kong Aichun couldn't bear to watch.

Just when he was about to make a sarcastic remark, he caught a glimpse of his sister holding a scallion pancake and staring blankly.

She was stunned for a moment and kicked Kong Aiqin lightly.

"What are you thinking about? The cake is getting cold."

"Xiao Ru's husband...is also at Red Star." Kong Aiqin was a little worried. "Is he going to be laid off too?"

Kong Aichun snorted softly, "She's such an ungrateful person. When you and Zhao wanted to divorce, she insisted on transferring the house to her before she agreed. Why are you still thinking about her?"

Kong Aiqun fell silent.

"Alright, alright, I'll ask someone to ask later, okay? I really owe you!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Liao and Chai Daqian shut up silently.

Su Chen counted about twenty people and was about to take a break when he saw a figure standing not far away, looking towards the yarn shop stealthily.

He was a middle-aged man with a square face, a flat nose, dark circles under his eyes, and not very tall, looking about 1.6 meters tall.

It’s certain that I don’t know him.

But that doesn't stop some people from having sharp eyes.

"Zhao Jingpeng?!"

"Is it really you?"

"How dare you come to Chunming Street?"

"Aren't you afraid that Ah Chun will chop you up with a kitchen knife?"

In the yarn shop, Kong Aichun rushed out immediately.

Seeing that person's eyes widened.

"Zhao, how dare you come here!"

She rolled up her sleeves, looked around, picked up the broom beside the store and threw it at Zhao Jingpeng.

The latter didn't dodge, and screamed after being hit, looking at Kong Aiqun with grievance.

"Aqin, I'm sorry, I just... heard that you were sick and wanted to come and see you!"

Kong Aichun was almost going crazy.

"You have such good intentions?"

Zhao Jingpeng turned around quickly, took out a bag of apples, and looked at Kong Aiqin aggrievedly: "Aqin, you used to love eating apples the most. These are the ones I picked specially. Each one is big and sweet."

"Does our family still need these few apples?"

"Are you going to leave or not? If not, I'll go get the kitchen knife!"

"You really don't want to leave?"

"Okay, you wait."

Kong Aichun hurried back to the yarn shop. When passing by Kong Aiqin, she whispered to him, "Just sit still. If you move, I'll beat you up!"

Soon, she successfully drove Zhao Jingpeng out of Chunming Street with a kitchen knife.

When she came back, she was like a victorious rooster, with her hands on her hips, proudly looking at her sister, and her smile was gone.

Su Chen glanced at it, shook his head slightly, and continued to calculate.

Kong Aiqin on the other end tried to appease Kong Aichun in a flattering manner: "Sister, don't worry, I'm not soft-hearted!"

Kong Aichun snorted: "That's more like it!"

"The man surnamed Zhao must know that you made some money from setting up a stall recently, and he wants to take advantage of you."

"I know~"

"He cheated on his wife before. If you really give him money, he'll have three or four other women..."

"Yeah, sis, I know everything!"

Kong Aichun sighed: "Then you don't know when it's Xiaoru's turn, right?"

Kong Aiqun's body stiffened.

"She came to you? How much did you give her?"