Group pet big boss milk Huhu: relying on fortune telling is popular in Beijing

Chapter 6: Solving the Mystery: The Reason Why Pixiu Doesn’t Bring Fortune and Misfortune

"Wait, I'm fine." Ye Chuchu hurriedly stopped his way with short legs.

Zheng Er saw that she was blocking his way with her small arms and short legs, and her pink cheeks were swollen and red from the slap, which looked weird.

When he thought of those rascals beating a little girl, he wished he could scratch their skins!
"Young master, you can't go to the mass grave. There are many wild ghosts there. If you go, young master, you will definitely be caught by the wild ghosts."

As soon as Xiao Er said this, Zheng Er stopped in his tracks.

He picked up the little guy, ordered the servants around him to help Old Man Yang put away his things, and escorted them all the way home with a cart.

He originally came to thank Ye Chuchu for helping him, but a few days ago she said that the Pixiu he hung in front of the stall could not bring him money, so she asked him to return to the temple to offer it respectfully.

He didn't believe it at first, but since he sold the umbrella, not only did he not make money, but he was still losing money, and even the bad luck he encountered recently has increased.

He saw that the business of Widow Pan, who was instructed by her, would be very good as soon as she went out of the stall. He was jealous and ordered the waiter in the shop to invite her back to the temple. Unexpectedly, his umbrellas were in short supply these days. Not only that, but things have been going well recently.

"Chuchu, can you tell my brother why that Pixiu can't attract money for me?"

Ye Chuchu said seriously: "It's okay if you want to know, but the fee is not low. If you want to know, give me [-] Wen first."

Twenty words?Fifty Wen a catty of pork head meat, and thirty Wen for a question, but he, Zheng Er, was never short of money. After thinking about it, he handed her twenty Wen while the old man was not paying attention, and asked tentatively. road:

"I can give you the money, but don't try to trick me."

Ye Chuchu put the money away, and said with a smile, "Your Pixiu was stolen from the temple. Even though it fell into your hands by accident, it's still impossible to get it, let alone being offered by you in front of the stall." Cai, it’s the best if it doesn’t bring you disaster.”

Zheng Er couldn't help but shudder, this brave is a treasure he bought at night shop, when he bought it that day, he was still wondering, the price given by that person is undoubtedly the pie in the sky.

It turned out that the source of this material was not clean.

After sending Ye Chuchu home, Zheng Er handed over the thank you gift to Uncle Yang in his father's name, and left.

The night was dark, and the alley road was slippery after heavy snowfall. Pan Xiaosheng rushed to the distillery carrying the pig into the bucket.

In order to get to the distillery as soon as possible, Pan Xiaosheng found a shortcut. Unexpectedly, a black shadow appeared on the way and hit her, and then ran away with her pig into the water.

"Xiaosheng, are you okay?" At this moment, a handsome scholar hurriedly helped Pan Xiaosheng up and asked with concern.

Pan Xiaosheng shook his head, and stepped back to avoid suspicion, "Chen Ke, why are you here?"

Chen Ke, who used to be her husband-in-law's friend, since her husband-in-law left, Chen Ke often came to see her, causing the neighbors to point fingers at her, saying that she couldn't stand loneliness, and the gossip kept going.

Since the death of her husband, the neighbors said that she killed her husband, saying that she was stubborn, and later someone spread that she was the fate of the lone star of the gods, so even if her father asked her to marry her again, many young masters saw her. She just hid, but Chen Ke came to her house more and more diligently.

Not only that, he has expressed his affection to her many times.

"I helped a few brothers move things through this place. I didn't expect to meet you when I was walking back. Xiaosheng, you didn't hurt from the fall, did you?" Chen Ke still asked with concern after explaining.

The person in front of him was dressed in a white long gown, full of bookishness, and had the sour air of a scholar all over his body.

(End of this chapter)