Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 7 Fortune Telling and Giving Eggs

There are some differences between pheasants and domestic eggs. They are about the size of a small cub's fist. Their shells are green and smooth, and they look quite attractive.

Jiang Fuyuan came over to take a look. Three pheasants had dug a grass pit at the same spot at some point. Six large eggs were lying quietly in the grass pit.

"Good guy, are you so capable of giving birth?"

As if they understood that Jiang Fuyuan was praising them, the three pheasants fluttered their feathers, walked on two thick chicken feet, and even twisted their buttocks on the spot.

He looked satisfied.

Jiang Fuyuan quickly took out a few cabbages, tore them up and sprinkled them in front of the pheasants.

"Eat, replenish more, and try to get another fifteen, six, seven, eight or nine tonight so that we can sell them together tomorrow."

Pheasants: ...Elder, this is not a great immortal, this is the living king of hell!
After collecting the vegetables and eggs, I negotiated with the villagers about the price of renting a mule cart to go to the town for the day's market. The sky was already as dark as ink, and it was too thick to melt.

For dinner, shredded cabbage and baked cole pancakes were served. They were only lightly sprinkled with salt and were so sweet that they almost swallowed the food.

Arrangements were made for the two Zaizai to go back to their new room to sleep. Jiang Fuyuan lay on the bed, holding back her sleepiness and counting on her hands.

"... It's not hundreds, maybe seventy or eighty... Then add some egg money and make up the whole amount..."

The little fat man was sitting on a locust tree branch in the northwest corner of the room, watching curiously as Jiang Fuyuan stretched out a few green-white fingers and nodded them.

The northwest corner is the Feng Shui Yin position, with Yin locust branches to nourish its soul.

Rubbing its back comfortably, it couldn't help but ask: "Master, what are you thinking about?"

Jiang Fuyuan said lazily: "Counting the money, I plan to wait until the vegetables are sold out tomorrow to buy some new clothes for the eldest and second children."

He glanced at it and added: "I'll burn a few for you. What color do you like?"

Xiaopang blinked: "The money from selling vegetables may not be enough."

"What's not enough? You want a lot?"

"No." Little Fatty changed from lying on his back to a cat with his arms folded. Facing his owner who obviously didn't know the price, he said, "Foods usually only cost a few pennies per catty. All the vegetables we collected today were sold and we can't afford new ones." Of clothes.”

Jiang Fuyuan was dumbfounded on the spot. She had never paid attention to the price of vegetables since she was born. She didn't need to pay attention to it before, but now she has no chance to pay attention.

How much can such big baskets of vegetables cost?

Then she made some bold words today and told her kids that they would have a big meal every day from now on...

After not hearing Jiang Fuyuan speak for a long time, Xiaopang lowered his voice and asked softly: "Master, are you asleep?"

After a while, a female voice full of resentment sounded in the dark night: "I can't sleep... I'm too poor to sleep..."

This was the first time in her two lives that she had truly worried about money.

"Ugh……"

Another long, sad sigh.

Why didn’t she know that money was so hard to make before?
If she had known that money was so hard to make in this world, she should have opened her mouth wider and bitten a piece of the Ke family's flesh when the family was separated.

It’s not like I’m having to sleep at night just to pay for a few clothes now.

The contracted ghost was connected to the master's heart, and the little fat man lying on the locust branch felt heavy in his heart.

It would be great if it could help its owner make money, or if it could remember its past and know where it will be buried...

How about asking if other ghosts were buried with him?It would also be nice to make the owner make a fortune...

Thinking about all kinds of messy things, Xiaopang suddenly remembered the scene where Jiang Fuyuan reminded the Ke family village chief.

It immediately became excited: "Master! Don't you know how to tell fortunes?" Jiang Fuyuan spread out on the bed and pretended to be dead, humming a monosyllable weakly as a response.

The little fat man floated next to her bed with a swoosh, and the whole ghost looked particularly energetic: "You can set up a stall to tell fortunes! I remember that those experts who charge fortunes to tell fortunes and avert disasters are very expensive!"

[Can fortune-telling and disaster relief still make money in this world? 】

In the world of cultivation, you can accumulate merit by helping people resolve disasters, especially helping mortals. You can improve your cultivation. If you are lucky, you will be rewarded by heaven. There are great opportunities. No cultivation master will ask the other party to pay money for this. External objects.

But there is no such thing as an opportunity for cultivation in this world.

Jiang Fuyuan sat up from the bed and seriously considered Xiaopang's suggestion.

She thought of how she helped the village chief resolve the disaster in the children's palace in the name of Immortal Fu Yuan, and the almost undetectable power of faith afterwards.

Perhaps, she can really use this method to make money and at the same time collect new power of faith...

Just do what you say, and the next day two new stalls with very different styles in the Qingshui Town market attracted many curious eyes.

One is a vegetable stall with several baskets of fresh vegetables neatly arranged. The cabbages, radishes and other vegetables on it are visibly plumper and more tender than any other stall in the market, but the stall owners are two children.

The other one is the Gua stall next to the vegetable stall.There was only a simple narrow wooden table covered with white coarse cloth, with dragons and phoenixes flying on it and the words "divination, fortune-telling, and disaster relief" written on it. It was extremely shabby.

The more novel aspect of the Gua stall is also the stall owner himself. Other Gua stall owners are all Taoist priests, and at worst they are blind. They call it the retribution for leaking the secret to increase credibility.

The stall owner of this Gua stall is a beauty with eyebrows like indigo, lips like dandelion, and a beautiful scenery.

Judging from her clothes and bun, she is still a married woman.

Any good lady who would do fortune-telling business would most likely be a liar.

The two stalls standing next to each other instantly create a sharp contrast.

The vegetable stalls are crowded with people, and customers asking for prices come one after another. There has been no interruption since the market opened.

The Gua stall was deserted and no one cared about it. People passing by even glanced at Jiang Fuyuan with disdain, their eyes clearly scolding her for fishing without shame.

Before the market opened, Ke Mingsong took advantage of his appearance and took the initiative to chat with other vegetable vendors. He had already found out the approximate vegetable prices in this market. After comparing the quality of the products at other vegetable stalls, he decided to set the price of his own vegetables at The average price is one cent higher.

Even if it's only a penny more expensive, people are willing to buy from him because of the quality of the food.

Before noon, all the cabbage and radishes were sold out, and only a handful of peanuts and edamame were left.

Only the chicken eggs are ignored.

There was no one selling pheasants at the market, so he couldn't find any reference items to price, so he had to casually settle on ten cents each. Unexpectedly, several people who asked about the price thought it was expensive.

There were six yesterday and twelve in the morning, a total of eighteen eggs, but not a single one was sold.

Xiaopang looked at the stall guarded by the two Zaizai, and then at Jiang Fuyuan's Gua stall, and shook his head and couldn't bear to look straight at it.

There is no harm without comparison, and a comparison would be even more tragic.

Jiang Fuyuan, who had been sitting on the bench all morning:...

Xiaozai came over at the right time and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Aniang, it's okay. My brother has made a lot of money. He said he would buy me some candies later, so I asked him to buy one for me too."

[My silence is deafening. 】

With a wry smile, Jiang Fuyuan reached out to touch the little cub's head hair, while Jiang Fuyuan's eyes drifted across the basket of pheasants.

With a flash of inspiration, she put the eggs on the narrow wooden table and shouted at the top of her voice: "The Immortal Fuyuan helps those in need and helps those in need. He specially ordered me to relieve the suffering in the world. Today, the Immortal has ordered that the top three fortune tellers will be counted. Gua gives you an egg!"

(End of this chapter)