The fortune teller who set up a stall became the first strategist of the Republic of China

"I think she's pretty good." The old farmer's son said with a smile.

Grandma Wang took the two women and said to the old farmer, "We will go back today and give you an answer tomorrow."

The old farmer and his son sent Wang Po and the other three people for a long way before returning home.

"Give me the money." Gao Qingqiu stretched out his hand.

The old farmer gave a fawning smile and said, "Ten dollars, isn't that too much? My family isn't rich, so I'll just give you one dollar."

"Do you want to make more money or just live like this?" Gao Qingqiu said with his hands on his hips.

The old farmer laughed. "Are you kidding? Who doesn't want to make more money?"

"Since you want to make more money, you have to listen to me. I think you are an honest man. You didn't raise the price, which is already very nice of you. I didn't expect you wanted to get it for free?" Gao Qingqiu sneered.

"Tell me first, how can you bring good luck to my family?" said the old farmer.

Gao Qingqiu pointed to a road in front of the door and said, "Look, this road is rushing towards your house. It's very unlucky. Either you move your house to the left, or build a wall in front of your house and paint the images of Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong on it."

The son said to the old farmer, "How can we move this tile house? I think we should build a wall in front of the door."

The old farmer nodded. "Well, it won't cost much anyway."

After saying that, the old farmer took a shovel, walked to a place 15 meters away from his home, and dug a shallow trench. "Son, we will build the wall here tomorrow."

Suddenly, the shovel hit a clay pot.

"What is this?" The old farmer poked a hole in the clay pot with the tip of his shovel, revealing a jar of golden coins.

"Son, we found a treasure, haha." The old farmer raised his shovel.

Gao Qingqiu walked over and took a look. "This was buried temporarily by a wealthy man during the Ming Dynasty when he encountered bandits. He was later killed by the bandits, and no one knew about the gold coin. The fact that you've found it now is a blessing for you. Your family will be lucky in the future."

The old farmer took out all the gold coins, wrapped them in cloth and took them home.

"Now that your family has money, you must learn to be low-key. Once you squander it or show off, you will suffer." Gao Qingqiu kindly reminded the old farmer.

The old farmer nodded repeatedly.

The old farmer's son took out 10 yuan and handed it to Gao Qingqiu, "Take it. Thank you for your hard work."

Gao Qingqiu took the money, looked up at the sky and said, "Starting from the day after tomorrow, it will rain heavily for 10 days. So, you must build the wall within one day tomorrow."

"Okay, there are a lot of people in the village anyway. Call 30 people and spend a day to build the wall. Are you still worried that it can't be built?" The old farmer's face was beaming.

Gao Qingqiu walked onto the dirt road and continued walking back.

After walking for more than 3 miles, I met a rickshaw.

He called out to the rickshaw driver and got on, "Go to the overpass."

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When they arrived at Chengxi Street, Gao Qingqiu got off the bus, paid the bill, and went to the barber shop.

"Shave your beard and cut your hair a little shorter." Gao Qingqiu said softly.

He saw the barber's face through the mirror in front of him.

"Master, I see your forehead is dark. Have you encountered any difficulties recently?"

The old master paused for a moment and said, "Hey, young man, I can't express the pain in my heart."

Gao Qingqiu said seriously, "Master, if I'm not mistaken, your seven sons have all joined the army and are all in Marshal Sun's army. But only the eldest son is alive. There is no news of the other six sons, and we don't know whether they are dead or alive."