90s Little Struggle

Chapter 115
Mrs. Zhao happened to come out with an enamel jar, and when she saw the sisters, she greeted them with a warm smile: "Hong, Fang, Auntie is looking forward to your return, come in and have dinner."

After finishing speaking, he casually put the enamel jars on the stool next to him, pulled one in with each hand, and urged his little daughter: "Feifei, squeeze your table, go and get clean dishes for your sisters." .”

Everyone greeted them with one word and one word, and they were extremely enthusiastic.

In the end, it was Grandma Zhao who got the better of it. She quickly pulled Xiao Hong to sit beside her, and smiled like a chrysanthemum: "You are finally back, are you hungry? Eat quickly, today's chicken stew is delicious. "

Mrs. Zhao set up two tables. Their married daughter came back with her son-in-law, and Zhao Youzhen and her daughter were also there. The round table and the Eight Immortals table were full.

Xiao Hong thought to herself: Fortunately, people nowadays are not fat, otherwise how could so many people fit in?
However, this home-raised chicken is really fragrant, and it will be even more delicious when stewed with pork legs.

Grandma Zhao also turned out the chicken leg, put it in her bowl, and picked up a large piece of pig's trotter, smiling very kindly: "I know you don't like to eat too fat, eat it quickly."

"Grandma, you can eat too." Xiao Hong was a little flattered.

After lunch, Grandma Zhao deliberately pulled her along, and stammered that she wanted her to accompany her to the fortune-telling. Xiao Hong nodded cheerfully: "Okay, then let's go later."

Mrs. Jiang was still very impressed with Xiao Hong. When she saw her again, her eyes almost popped out. Fortunately, she still remembered her character, so she quickly closed her eyes and said calmly, "Vinante guests are coming, three please sit down. "

In the winter, her room looked clean and tidy. She was still sitting on a chair, twisting Buddhist beads and chanting sutras, surrounded by Buddha smoke.

Mrs. Zhao looked at Mrs. Jiang, who was wearing an apricot-yellow down jacket, and felt that she really looked like an outsider. After all, country women like them would not wear such a good-looking, light-colored cotton coat. ?

Mrs. Zhao sat down a little cautiously, not knowing what to say.

It was Xiao Hong who spoke to her in a crisp voice: "Grandma Jiang, we are here to tell your fortune."

Goddess Jiang said in her heart: No, I don't want to receive you at all.

Zha Village is close to Qian Village, and Wu Julan's family went to the town to open a shop to earn money, and Wu Julan was pregnant, which soon spread to their village.

At the same time, Mrs. Jiang also got angry, because Mrs. Zhao also reported that she was accurate in fortune-telling, and that her daughter-in-law could conceive and give birth to a child.

On the contrary, Mrs. Jiang was taken aback and felt as if she was being roasted on the fire. Because of this, someone came to her for fortune-telling, so she became more cautious.

After all, she knows her own weight well. Although she can also understand the numerology books such as "Ziping True Interpretation", "Fate Spectrum", and "Mai Shenxiang", she has not been able to calculate that Wu Julan will have a son.

So much so that she was always worried, even if Wu Julan really had a child now, she was also worried that it would not be a son.

What will she say then?
Said that your son's horoscope is suitable for girls?

It's a pity that she can't drive people out, so she can only ask indifferently: "Okay, give me your birth date!"

After Mrs. Zhao reported her birthday, seeing her pinching her fingers and chanting, she felt even more uneasy.

After a while, Mrs. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief: "According to your birth date, there are some taboos about your birth year being nine years old. The most serious ones are many disasters, the milder ones are illnesses and financial losses, and there are many dangers.

Fortunately, there are noble people around you to help you, but you have to act cautiously, try to avoid verbal disputes, and relax your mind, and you will surely turn bad luck into good luck. "

Mrs. Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, her face was filled with joy, and she carefully asked about the things that should be paid attention to and what scriptures should be recited.

In this regard, Mrs. Jiang answered every question without any stage fright.

She was originally born with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, coupled with her gentle tone, people would subconsciously relax when talking to her.

Xiao Hong sat on the side and listened to their chat, muttering to herself: It's a pity that she was born in the wrong age, otherwise she must be a very powerful psychiatrist.

Of course, she had only seen a psychiatrist on TV.

Mrs. Zhao asked for about half an hour before she was satisfied and let Zhao Feifei sit down.

Zhao Feifei was a little shy, and asked with a coy face: "I want to count marriage."

I also reported my birthday horoscope that I asked from my mother, wondering if the man who came to blind date with me would be suitable for me.

Even without looking at Xiao Hong, Goddess Jiang could feel her fiery eyes staring at her. She could only pretend to be calm, stretched out her hand and pinched her fingers, and said kindly: "It is said that you have been lucky in the past two years. But without the man's horoscope, I can't say for sure."

"Besides, fate is getting thinner and thinner, I think you should not come to fortune-telling frequently."

If possible, she really wanted to set up a piece of wood in front of her house to keep Xiao Hong and the Xiao family from entering, because she was really afraid of them.

The more she said that, the more it seemed that she was not doing it for money, which made Grandma Zhao and Zhao Feifei feel that she was an outsider.

They spent almost an hour here before Grandma Zhao got up to say goodbye, and asked carefully: "Jiang Daxian, how much money should we leave for incense?"

Mrs. Jiang smiled amiably: "If you don't dare to do it, then the old man will be greedy for money. Everyone will leave five yuan."

"Hey!" Grandma Zhao felt like she had picked up a great bargain. She originally thought it would cost at least ten yuan.

When they were about to leave, Mrs. Jiang stopped Xiao Hong: "The little friend who didn't say anything, the old lady thinks you are very powerful, so I wonder if I can talk to you in private?"

Grandma Zhao and Zhao Feifei gave Xiao Hong an envious look, and obediently followed the middle-aged woman who led them in to the living room to drink tea and eat melon seeds.

Xiao Hong sat in front of Mrs. Jiang again and smiled cunningly: "Happy New Year, Grandma, you kept me here, do you want to give me a red envelope?"

Mrs. Jiang really took out a red envelope from her pocket and handed it to her: "Take it."

She didn't hide it from Xiao Hong anymore, she tried her best to open her eyes, and looked at her probingly: "Who are you?"

Xiao Hong didn't want her to notice her abnormality.

In fact, she regretted it a long time ago. In order to gain a firm foothold in the Zhao family, she brought out the things in her dream.

Now it's really fulfilled, which is too shocking.

Fortunately, Mrs. Jiang will not expose herself in order to maintain her own personality.

She accompanied Grandma Zhao and the others this time because she wanted to wipe her own ass.

"I won't hide it from you." This time, Xiao Hong had already thought of a way to fool her, and said with a serious face: "You also know that I am not from here before. I came here because my grandma died with me. I said, let me live with my mother, and said that my mother will have a younger brother..."

(End of this chapter)