Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 72
Jiang Fuyuan's mind moved, and the sky shrank into the size of a copper coin, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

"That's it?" She was a little dissatisfied, "The soul-calling bell can shake people, so why would Yama give me such a gadget with unknown uses?"

"He changed and became stingy."

Yin difference: ...

One is his immediate boss, and the other is an aunt who even his immediate boss can't afford to offend. Neither one of them can be offended by his little evil.

Xiao Yincha said in a trembling voice: "I, I have other work to do. First, I'll take my leave."

After saying that, a wisp of black energy dissipated on the spot and ran away directly.

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at the place where the little Yin Cha disappeared and clicked his tongue: "Is the underworld so short of manpower?"

"Even cowards can be errands."

Fatty: ...

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On one side were Chi Xinsu and his party representing the Taoist Palace, and on the other side were Zhong Lianfeng and the accompanying soldiers representing the imperial court. Sandwiched in the middle was the carriage carrying Jiang Fuyuan, which traveled unimpeded. All areas passing by were cleared as quickly as possible. It took more than ten days to enter the jurisdiction of Bozhou.

As soon as the carriage entered the border of Bozhou, Jiang Fuyuan opened the door curtain: "Stop the car."

The driver turned around: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Fuyuan: "There is something wrong with the car."

Zhong Lianfeng, who was riding a horse in front, heard the conversation and drove the horse closer to the carriage with a pinch on its belly. He turned sideways and asked, "Is the road too bumpy? Bear with me. We will enter Bozhou City tomorrow. The stone road is much smoother.”

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "It should be a problem with the wheels."

The coachman paused, quickly reined in the reins, and jumped out of the carriage to check.

There is a hairline-thick crack at the junction of the hub spokes of the two wheels.

The coachman scratched his head: "It's strange. When I checked at the inn yesterday, it was still fine..."

He apologized to Jiang Fuyuan and said, "You can't sit on wheels like this anymore. There are spare spokes on the car. Please wait here, girl, while I replace the parts."

Jiang Fuyuan nodded and jumped off the carriageway: "It's troublesome."

The carriage she was riding in stopped, and Chi Xinsu and Zhong Liefeng also called the team to stop. The group moved to the side of the road to wait for the coachman to repair the carriage.

People in the Taoist Palace never treat themselves harshly when traveling, and the same goes for Chi Xinsu, who has just entered the Taoist Palace. In just a moment, the accompanying Taoist attendants set up tables and chairs by the roadside, put out cakes, fruit plates and tea, and respectfully invited them to sit down.

Seeing this, Zhong Lianfeng frowned and said dissatisfied: "Extravagant!"

When Chi Xinsu heard this, he touched his chin and cast his gaze towards the mountains in the distance: "Bozhou Mountain is high in the mountains and densely forested. There must be wild boars living here. General Zhong, tell them if they have rough cakes and herbal tea to fill their stomachs after running around."

This was a scolding that wild boar could not eat fine chaff. Zhong Liefeng, who heard the implication, said with a serious face: "Coarse cakes and herbal tea are the fruits of the hard work of the common people. Wild boars are no more than livestock, how can they eat the common people's rations?"

He was not afraid of the overt and covert quarrels, and scolded him back every minute.

Along the way, the two exchanged strange curses more than once or twice. Jiang Fuyuan was too lazy to pay attention to them and walked to the side of the road to look at the field.

The fields were barren, with decaying grass covering the whitish soil, intersecting into a patchwork of varying shades of yellow-brown.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned and looked at the farmland. He took out the calculation and played with it on his fingertips. The tortoise shell, which was the size of a copper coin, felt warm to the touch and was very suitable as a stress-relieving toy.

After the little fat man watched the two people's bickering with relish, he turned around and saw Jiang Fuyuan standing on the side of the road without saying a word, so he floated over and asked, "Master, what are you looking at?"

"Weird..." Jiang Fuyuan murmured, "It's so strange..."

The voice was extremely low, but it was accurately captured by the two of them.

Zhong Lianfeng walked up to her, followed her gaze, and instantly froze: "How could this happen?"

Chi Xinsu stood on the other side of Jiang Fuyuan with a fly whisk in his hand and followed suit. There was nothing but large farmland as far as he could see.

He was a little confused: "What's the problem?"

Jiang Fuyuan pointed to the withered grass in the field: "Look at this."

Chi Xinsu looked at it carefully for a while and commented: "There is a lot of grass."

Jiang Fuyuan: ...The speechless expression on her face made Chi Xinsu even more confused: "Isn't it normal for grass to grow in the ground?"

Jiang Fuyuan was silent for a moment, turning her head and not wanting to talk to the young master who had no common sense in life.

Chi Xinsu looked at Zhong Liefeng, who glanced at him and said lightly: "This is Huangtian."

Arata?Chi Xinsu realized that the withered grass on the field in front of him was too dense and it really didn't look like someone was taking care of it.

Bozhou, located in the south, can grow two rounds of rice a year. The people mainly rely on farming to meet their food and clothing needs. There is no reason why this large field should be left barren.

"Who are you! What are you doing in front of my house!"

The three of them turned around and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy holding a wooden stick in his hand and looking at them warily.

Zhong Lianfeng put on a smile and said to him: "We are just passing by and have a rest here."

"There are so many people resting on the edge of the field. You are the bad guys who sprinkled poison on my field!"

The little boy suddenly shouted and ran towards them holding a wooden stick.

"I'll kill you—"

The wooden stick was pinched by Zhong Liefeng's two fingers before he could get close to him. With a twist of his wrist, the wooden stick broke at the waist with a click.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, and then started to cry: "Wow wow wow..."

Zhong Lianfeng:......

Jiang Fuyuan and Chi Xinsu both looked at him, with clear condemnation in their eyes.

Zhong Lianfeng threw away half of the wooden stick in his hand, spread his hands and said helplessly: "I didn't touch him, because this thing is too vulnerable."

The little boy cried louder when he heard that the weapon he carefully selected was ridiculed as weak.

The sharp cry soon attracted a young woman. She emerged from the nearby bushes and went straight to the little boy.

When the little boy saw his relatives, he cried with a big snot bubble on the end of his nose. He pointed at the three people in front of him and said, "Mom! They are the ones who sprinkled poison in our fields!"

The young woman glanced at the three people's high-quality clothes, her face changed, and she smiled: "I'm sorry, the kid is ignorant..."

After saying that, she picked up the little boy, turned around and left.

The little boy was particularly restless in her arms. He was holding half a wooden stick, struggling and screaming: "It's them! It's them! The bad guys!"

The young woman put one hand around the little boy's back and pressed his head hard with the other to prevent him from breaking away and causing trouble again.

She didn't dare to look back, she just muttered "I'm sorry" and quickened her steps, trying to quickly disappear from the sight of several people.

Jiang Fuyuan: "Wait a minute."

The young woman paused and continued walking as if she hadn't heard.

The pace was faster, almost a trot.

Chi Xinsu narrowed his eyes and waved his right hand in the air. The two Taoist attendants moved accordingly. After a few ups and downs, they jumped in front of the young woman and blocked her way.

The young woman's eyes widened, her feet twisted, and she turned around to change direction. The Taoist priest moved and stopped in front of her again.

After several failed attempts, the young woman finally gave up, her knees softened, and she knelt down towards the three of them: "Please let us two live a life... wu wu wu... My son is still young, he didn't mean it. offensive……"

Jiang Fuyuan stepped forward to help the woman up and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, we won't do anything to you."

With tears in her eyes, the woman stepped back timidly and whispered: "Then, why don't you let us go?"

"I want to ask you something." Jiang Fuyuan pointed to the field, "Your son said someone poisoned the field?"

The young woman opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then she kept silent.

Zhong Lianfeng took out his belt and said, "Don't be afraid, we are from Jingzhou, and this is our guide."

The young woman was illiterate. She stretched her neck and glanced at the pictures and texts on her belt. She felt that there was no reason for them to deceive a country woman, so she muttered: "Yes, the ground is poisonous."

(End of this chapter)