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

Su Chen returned to the old street and saw the young man sitting by the pillar. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

The young man was bewildered: "Ah? Can I...can I leave now?"

"Don't you feel your neck is no longer sore and your body is a little warmer?"

The young man blinked and rubbed his neck: "Okay, it seems so..."

"Brother Su, has that contract really been broken?"

"Isn't the unlucky one on me anymore?"

Su Chen nodded.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great!"

"During this period, I didn't dare let anyone get close to me, for fear that they would fall. It was raining and the ground was slippery. It wouldn't matter if they just scraped some skin, but if they broke some bones, how much suffering would that be?"

Su Chen: "..."

Another chatterbox!

"Brother Su, I'll go home and get you the money now. Thank you, thank you."

The young man stood up.

Just as he took a step, he subconsciously shrank back and walked carefully for ten steps. Seeing that he did not fall, he was completely relieved.

"Brother Su, I'm leaving first."

Su Chen waved his hand, and when he heard footsteps, he turned around and saw Old Song carrying a bucket of water out of the door and pouring it under the eaves.

"Finally he left. I didn't dare go out when he was around."

Meeting Su Chen's gaze, Old Song laughed dryly twice.

"Is Taoist Master Su back?"

"What about Mr. Hao? Didn't he want the car anymore after his daughter found it?"

Su Chen shook his head: "I guess we'll have to wait a while."

"Oh, Master Su, it's already 12 o'clock. Why don't you eat here?"

Su Chen then glanced at his watch and found that it was already past 12 o'clock.

He nodded to Lao Song, took out his cell phone and called home.

Old Song and Xiao Liu'er usually just eat a few bites, but today they cooked two dishes and a soup, but the dishes were just vegetables, and the soup was egg drop soup with some chopped green onions sprinkled on it.

Old Song felt a little embarrassed when he was serving food to Su Chen.

"Well, Master Su, I didn't have time to buy meat. I'm sorry for putting you in trouble."

"It's okay," Su Chen drank a mouthful of soup and nodded, "Is it Xiao Liu'er's cooking?"

Xiao Liuer nodded.

He tasted the fried cabbage again. There was a little too much vinegar, but it was not bad.

As for the other plate of radish, it was tasteless.

"Old Song, did you cook this?"

Old Song nodded repeatedly: "How is it?"

An expression of seeking praise.

Su Chen: "I finally understand why Xiao Liu'er always cooks."

"It's so unfair that they can live with you until now!"

Old Song picked some dishes for himself suspiciously.

"Isn't this delicious?"

"Right, little Liu'er?"

Little Liu'er said nothing, but ate rice and ladled soup silently.

"This is really great. Back then, we were so happy just to have white steamed buns to eat. Look at this white rice, it's hot and fragrant."

Su Chen nodded: "That's true."

"Right? We're living a better life now, but we still need to be frugal. We can't eat lavish meals every day. It's good to eat some vegetables occasionally. Come on, Xiao Liu'er..."

He forked some vegetables and put them into Xiao Liuer's bowl.

The little guy pouted: "Grandpa, eat it yourself."

"You're still growing, so you need to eat more and eat nutritious food."

Xiao Liu'er: "..."

Seeing Old Song pick up another large portion of vegetables with his chopsticks, Su Chen immediately waved his hand.

"I'll do it myself!"

Seeing that he actually picked up two dishes to eat, Old Song laughed.

The smile didn't last long, and Ge Ping'an came over with a bitter face.

"Go away," Old Song pretended to chase him away. "My teahouse is open for business. What are you doing here with your bitter face? Are you helping me chase the customers away?"

Ge Ping'an ignored him, sat down at the next table, and sighed deeply.

Old Song asked, "Did they leave?"

Ge Ping'an didn't answer, his eyes staring out the window.

Old Song curled his lips in disdain: "Children are all debts, why think so much? You can't control her anyway."

Ge Pingan rolled his eyes at him in annoyance and encouraged Xiao Liu'er: "Xiao Liu'er, when you turn 18, if you see a handsome boy, just chase him, okay?"

"It's best if it's from abroad, or from Hong Kong."

Old Song: “Hey hey hey…”

Xiao Liu'er drank another sip of soup and shook her head.

"Why, you don't like handsome boys? Then what kind do you like?"

Xiao Liuer blurted out: "Rich!"

Old Song and Ge Ping'an looked at each other.

"It's over, I was taught a bad lesson by Shishi!"

Ge Pingan: "Shishi didn't find a rich man, you taught her a bad habit, didn't you?"

“Am I a money-oriented person?”

The three of them said in unison: "Yes!"

Lao Song: "..."

"No, Master Su, it's fine if they bully me, but why are you joining in the fun?"

Su Chen swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Fun!"

"Hahaha, yes, Old Song needs to be entertained." Ge Ping'an laughed loudly, and as he laughed, he couldn't help but sigh.

Old Song said disdainfully: "Don't think about it, help me sort out my things later."

Ge Pingan: "What is it?"

"It's the Qingming Festival now, so we have to go and pay tribute to our old friends."

Ge Pingan finally perked up a bit: "Then I'll go get some wine. Do you want some cigarettes?"

"Yes, you have plenty of money anyway."

Ge Ping'an didn't refute this time, and walked out happily with his hands behind his back.

He had only taken two steps when he saw two young men walking quickly towards him.

"Brother, isn't two hundred not enough?"

"Isn't it said that this Taoist priest Su is very powerful? What if he gives us some advice and we can make a fortune?"

As soon as he finished speaking, screams were heard.

"Our Song family is not destined to make a fortune, what are you dreaming of?"

"If you're not destined to make a fortune, why give me two hundred? I think ten dollars is enough."

Song Lecong was hit on the forehead again.

"No matter how poor you are, you still have to spend money when it's time to spend it, understand?"

"Just like when you're dating, if you don't have enough money, just tell me."

Song Lecong hesitated: "I'm so poor, who would like me?"

"So I ask you to work hard, otherwise money will fall from the sky?"

Finding that there was no one at the stall, the young man went straight into the teahouse.

Seeing Su Chen, he hurriedly handed over the red envelope with a smile.

"Master Su, we were just detained for questioning, which delayed us a bit. Thank you for helping me find this idiot."

Su Chen accepted the red envelope and smiled at him.

“Sometimes money really does fall from the sky.”

The young man was bewildered: "...Huh?"

"Go back. You didn't sleep all night last night, and you've been running around today. You should get a good night's sleep."

"Oh, oh, okay. Thank you, Taoist Su. Thank you."

After the two left, Old Song looked at Su Chen curiously.

"Is this really a windfall?"

Su Chen nodded: "Almost."

Old Song pondered, "Could it be that a girl from a wealthy family has taken a fancy to him? She wants him to be her son-in-law?"

"Or is it that the house is going to be demolished?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"Neither? Then how can I drop money?"

Little Liu'er also scratched his head: "Grandpa, will money really fall from my head?"

"Go away, we only have tiles on our heads, where can we get money?"

"But if there are antiques hidden in the rafters..."

Not only the two of them were thinking about it, Song Lecong was also thinking about it.

"Brother, what do you mean by what Taoist Su said?"

"Are we going to make a fortune?"

"Are you still dreaming? If you have time like this, you might as well get back to work."

"Brother, what if?" Song Lecong didn't give up. "What if money really falls from the sky? How about I go to work and you really go home to sleep?"

"I'm not going to sleep. I've already taken half a day off. I need to rush back."

"Brother, just this once, really just this once, please, your eyes are full of bloodshot, just go home and get some sleep. Besides, it's raining, so even if you go to the construction site, they may not be open."

"Brother~"

The young man couldn't beat Song Lecong.

"Okay, okay, I'm going home to rest."