Su Chen put the 20 yuan into his trouser pocket, took out the little wooden man, touched it, and put it back, then smiled at A Biao.
"My aunt's husband has found several mistresses outside, and one of them is pregnant!"
A Biao widened his eyes in disbelief.
"No way? Such a scumbag?"
Su Chen nodded in agreement.
He thought the original owner was bad enough, but there are always people better than you.
Thinking about it, he stood up and said, "Brother Biao, I'm going to grandma's house."
Last night, when he carved the little man, he brought the soul of the paper man into the room and wanted to show it to Yingying.
"Go ahead, go ahead. I'll help you watch over the stall. I'll call you if anyone comes."
“Hey.”
When they arrived at grandma's house, Cai Zhengqing was still wearing his robe and ringing bells to perform rituals. He turned around and saw Su Chen. He paused for a moment, but soon began to mutter and walk the Seven Star Steps again.
He has a strong mental quality.
Su Chen smiled and stepped forward.
Zhang Qiang greeted him with surprise when he saw him: "Master, are you here?"
Liu Tao and Yu Dingqiang also greeted him.
There was a sound of footsteps inside, and Lin Jingyu came out holding a large bowl. As soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out the food crumbs and quickly covered his mouth. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he asked, "Why are you here so early today?"
"Oh, you're up early."
As Su Chen said this, he walked in and saw that the coffin had been removed and replaced by a jar of ashes.
Lin Jingyu explained, "The case is clear and straightforward. Last night, we asked Grandma to go and collect Yingying's remains, and we later sent them directly to the crematorium."
As he spoke, he began to sigh.
"Yingying is only 1.7 meters tall, but in the end she is just this small."
Su Chen didn't say a word, took out the little wooden man and leaned it against the urn.
"What is this?" Lin Jingyu asked in confusion.
"Yingying's child." Su Chen looked at the urn and said, "I have to take it away in ten minutes. It can't stay with you for long."
The urn moved slightly, as if expressing gratitude.
Cai Zhengqing's eyes almost popped out of his head in fear.
Mom, please don't come out and scare people again.
I don’t want to see it!
Su Chen declined Lin Jingyu's invitation to dinner, found a chair to sit down, took out the yellow paper, cinnabar and pen he had brought with him, and began to paint.
Cai Zhengqing: “…”
Are you here to mess things up?
Absolutely!
Turning around, Cai Zhengqing almost vomited blood when he saw his three disciples gathered around to watch and beat drums.
The sound of the gongs and drums was too loud, Su Chen frowned, and Zhang Qiang and others immediately understood and left.
Lin Jingyu watched from the side with a frown on his face.
“Is this a word or a picture?”
It's just a bunch of garbled characters. I really can't understand it at all.
Su Chen didn't say a word and drew ten pictures before stopping.
Then his fingers flew, and he quickly folded the talisman and put it into the cloth bag that originally contained yellow paper and cinnabar, and then he stood up.
Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment and asked hurriedly, "Huh? Bro, is this a lucky charm?"
"Yeah." The time was almost up, Su Chen took back the little wooden man and nodded at him.
There is not much time left until the Chinese New Year, and he still has to buy coats for Yueyue and Acai, purchase New Year's goods, and prepare some money for his birthday, so he can't just make money by fortune-telling.
So on the way here, Su Chen thought about it and decided to draw some talismans to sell.
He has already decided on the price, which is 20 yuan per piece.
Lin Jingyu quickly put down his bowl: "Mmm~" He tried hard to swallow the porridge in his mouth, "Brother, give me one... No, two."
As he said this, he hurriedly searched his trouser pockets and only took out 10 yuan.
"Wait a minute, buddy. I'm going home to get the money."
He rushed home, and a moment later came back with a hundred-dollar bill.
"Five. I just thought about it, and I think each family member should get one, to be on the safe side."
Su Chen looked at him carefully: "Are you sure?"
Grandma came out and laughed when she saw this.
"Master, it's okay. Ayu's family is rich, so we can afford this little bit."
Lin Jingyu nodded: "That's right, if money can buy peace, let alone 20, even 100,000 is worth it."
Su Chen looked at him carefully.
An old coat, patched pants...
Although I knew from my face that Lin Jingyu came from a wealthy family, he said a thousand so casually. I'm afraid he must be a rich man, right?
Thinking of this, Su Chen took out five amulets and handed them to him.
"Hey, weren't the people from the Black Horse Pool Hall arrested? They're a gangster, and I was worried that my brother might be targeted recently. With this amulet, I feel at ease."
Grandma smiled and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I heard about that pool hall thing too. It's said to be related to that Tiger. I heard he's harmed a lot of people."
"That's what I say, Grandma. It's better to be safe than sorry."
With that, Lin Jingyu happily went back with the five talismans in his hands.
Seeing this, Su Chen reminded: "Be careful not to get it wet."
"Okay!"
Su Chen earned 120 yuan just after arriving, and he felt refreshed both physically and mentally.
However, when he returned to the stall, he subconsciously wanted to touch the comic book, only to find that Lin Jingyu had not come yet. He simply got up and went to the newsstand on the street to buy a daily newspaper, and came back to read it carefully.
At this time, Chunming Street has gradually become lively. Many people who are rushing to work pass by. When they see Su Chen's stall, they take a look and hurried past.
Lao Liao came over with his bicycle, opened the lid and started shouting, "Selling steamed buns, ten cents each!"
Seeing A Biao coming out, Lao Liao greeted him with a smile, and then subconsciously glanced at Su Chen.
"Two steamed buns, please."
"Hey, okay."
The vendors on Chunming Street are all small businesses, and the things they sell are of good quality and low price. A steamed bun for one cent is enough to fill you up, and a hot pot for fifty cents is also good enough to eat.
So when passers-by saw the sign in front of Su Chen that said 20 yuan per time, even if they were curious, they would lose interest in an instant.
I dare not ask!
Aunt Li, who sold paper-cuts, also came. She greeted Su Chen and took out a pair of scissors to start cutting. Occasionally someone asked the price, but it was only twenty or fifty cents.
A Biao came back with a bowl of noodles, squatted beside Su Chen and started slurping it, while leaning over to glance at the daily newspaper.
"Farmers want more small-packaged pesticides." He repeated it, muttering in disdain. "Are small packages meant to make it easier for people to drink pesticides?"
Meeting Su Chen's gaze, A Biao raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me? There are fewer people drinking pesticides these days, right?"
Su Chen thought about it and actually found out from the original owner's memory that a woman in Liangshan Town committed suicide by drinking pesticides. He shook his head.
Ah Biao sighed, "Ah, they say women hold up half the sky, but in our Cuicheng, the preference for boys over girls is too serious. If you can't give birth to a son, you can't hold your head up high in your husband's family. If you give birth to a son, he has to stay at home and do housework and serve the man. My mother used to be like that. It was too hard. Fortunately, that old man drank himself to death, so we can have a good life now."
Su Chen thought of the original owner's wife and remained silent.
Suddenly, A Biao asked quietly, "Brother, do you think I will really meet my true love soon?"
Su Chen came back to his senses and nodded at him: "Want to get married?"
Ah Biao scratched his forehead and said, "Well, I'm already this age, and I've been single for so many years. Even if I get married, do you think I can have a child?"
Su Chen glanced at his face and saw that his palace of children was very full. He smiled and said, "How about we calculate it?"
Ah Biao shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, it doesn't count. As the old saying goes, the more you count your fate, the worse it gets. I'd better wait until something big happens before I count it."
Su Chen was a little surprised.
I didn’t expect that although A Biao looks rough, he is actually quite rational.
However, there is no saying that the more you tell fortunes, the worse your fortune will be in the fortune-telling technique of their Tianshi Mansion. But if people rely on fortune-telling to do everything, it would be putting the cart before the horse. Therefore, Su Chen generally does not recommend people to tell fortunes easily unless they can see that something bad will happen to them.
As I was thinking this, there was suddenly a noise coming from the other side of the street.
From a distance, a familiar voice came.
"Mr. Zhao, you still dare to chase me? I'm telling you, this marriage is over!"
A Biao was stunned for a moment, then stood up immediately: "Aunt Chun?!"