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During lunch, Xia Zhihuai turned off the live broadcast.

Although Zhu Qing and Huang Xikong can appear on camera now, they are ghosts after all, and it is easy for them to be exposed when they are eating. So to be on the safe side, those that cannot be broadcast will be turned off directly.

After the meal was served, the elusive Hu Ruitian appeared at the table on time.

Xia Zhihuai held the chopsticks and looked at the refreshed Hu Ruitian, a little unhappy and said: "You are not seen all day long, what are you busy with?"

Hu Ruitian sat on the chair, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and smiled: "Why? Are you jealous of my carefree life, coming and going like the wind?"

Xia Zhihuai curled his lips and snorted, "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Hu Ruitian smiled mysteriously and said, "You will know in a few days. I won't tell you now, but I will give you a surprise later."

Xia Zhihuai said rudely, "It's okay if it's a surprise, as long as it's not a shock."

Wanwan was not interested in the sarcastic remarks made by the two people at the dinner table. Her attention was all on the red crayfish in the rice bowl. Zhuqing had prepared disposable gloves for everyone, but no one at the table used them. They all used their five claws to peel the shrimps, making everything greasy.

Wanwan's belly was like a bottomless pit. The rice in her special rice bowl was piled high. The big plate next to it was filled with lobster shells that she had removed. She piled all the lobster meat next to the rice. Zhuqing was helping to peel the crayfish, and the two of them worked together to quickly fill the bowl with shrimp meat.

Xia Zhihuai looked at them with envy and secretly reached out to pick up two to eat, but Wanwan blocked his hand. Her big round eyes stared at him fiercely, and her protective attitude made people laugh and cry.

"Brother, you have your own hands and feet, don't try to steal my flesh. I have been peeling it for a long time."

Xia Zhihuai said: "Give me one, I want to taste the one you peeled."

Wanwan glanced at Huang Xikong, who was also peeling shrimps and collecting shrimp meat. She protected her bowl with her arms and raised her chin to signal him to look at Huang Xikong: "Brother, go grab Uncle Huang's. He peels shrimps better and faster than me."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong, who suddenly looked up with a cold look in his eyes.

He silently retracted his neck and whispered, "I'm not tired of living!"

It takes more than just courage to compete with evil spirits for food.

Zhu Qing took a spoon and poured two spoonfuls of fragrant crayfish soup on Wanwan's rice. Wanwan smiled instantly, wiped the red oil off her fingers with a wet tissue, held her spoon and started to eat.

There were a lot of people at the dinner table, but she was the one who ate the most deliciously.

While peeling crayfish, Xia Zhihuai said with emotion: "Wanwan is really suitable for eating broadcast. If I wasn't worried about being scolded by fans for abusing Wanwan for money, I really want to do it."

Huang Xikong glanced at him and said coldly, "You'd better stop thinking about it. Lawyer Song has worked hard to help you win the custody of Wanwan. If you are reported again, it will be hard to say whether you are still qualified to continue raising the child."

Hu Ruitian nodded and agreed: "It's better for you to stop making trouble than anything else."

Xia Zhihuai gnashed his teeth and said, "Humph, you are ignorant of the law, how can you be the one to teach me a lesson!"

Hu Ruitian sneered and said, "I just don't understand human laws. I am a divine beast, and human laws cannot control me."

Wanwan had already finished half a bowl of rice and half a crayfish. She listened to them arguing back and forth, criticizing each other, and found it very noisy. She raised her head to interrupt their verbal exchange: "Are you three-year-old children? Eating such a delicious lunch, you still have the mind to expose each other's shortcomings. How childish--"

Hu Ruitian and Xia Zhihuai glared at each other, then fell silent and started eating.

Seeing this, Wanwan shook her head helplessly and sighed, "This family will be ruined without me!"

Zhu Qing immediately burst into laughter and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, Wanwan is the head of our family."

Wanwan was flattered by the praise. She happily raised her hand and high-fived Zhuqing, then continued to eat with satisfaction.

Everyone's stomachs were full after lunch. Wanwan held a can of Wangzai that she had just taken out of the refrigerator and pressed it against her rosy face. She leaned against her child seat, squinted her eyes comfortably, and whispered, "If Shushu and the others tasted Sister Zhuqing's crayfish, they would definitely praise Sister Zhuqing to the sky."

Zhu Qing had already cleaned up the kitchen and sat in the shadow of the corridor to meditate, practicing slowly according to Huang Xikong's guidance.

She heard Wanwan mumbling, opened one eye, tilted her head and smiled: "Wanwan, have you been staying at home for too long and feel bored? Do you want to find some friends to play with?"

Huang Xikong sat on the windowsill, with one of his long legs bent and his left arm resting on his knee. He lowered his eyes to look at the kid lying on the stool beside him and snorted and laughed, "You're pretty good to Mo Yanshu. We've been apart for so long, and you're still thinking about him?"

Wanwan opened the ring of the can, inserted the straw into the milk, took a big sip of the cold sweet milk, and then said slowly: "No, I'm just a little worried about him."

Huang Xikong heard this and took out a brown wooden sign from his sleeve. After a while, he said, "The situation at the Mo family is a bit complicated. It's not appropriate for us to be their guest, right?"

Zhu Qing was also a bit gossipy, so she immediately straightened her back, pricked up her ears, and asked, "Mr. Huang, can you tell me in detail?"

Wanwan also looked at him curiously. She really couldn't understand why Uncle Huang was always so secretive about the situation of the Mo family.

Huang Xikong hesitated for a few seconds, looked up at Xia Zhihuai who ran out of the house with an iced Coke to listen to the gossip, sighed softly, and then told him what he had learned from his visit to the Mo family some time ago.

"The Mo family is a wealthy family, but their family tradition is not very good."

Huang Xikong was an ancient man who lived thousands of years ago, but unlike most people at that time who would have three wives and four concubines as soon as they became rich, he only loved one woman in his entire life and had only this one wife, and never had concubines or mistresses.

After waking up from a thousand-year-old evil spirit, times have changed and laws have changed too.

The law recognized only one wife, which he considered to be a very good thing.

But the law is only the bottom line of morality and the lowest moral requirement for people.

Even if the law only recognizes the legal status of one spouse, it still cannot restrain men's promiscuous nature.

Huang Xikong said calmly: "The Mo family now has three generations. Mo Yanshu's grandfather had a legal spouse and also had a lover. The lover's child is not even one year older than the eldest son."

Xia Zhihuai squatted beside Wanwan with a look of excitement on his face and asked, "I heard from others that Mo Zexu is the second son of the Mo family. Does that mean he is an illegitimate child?"

Huang Xikong shook his head and said, "No, he is the youngest son born to the legal spouse of the previous generation of the Mo family."

"To be precise, he should be the third child, but his mother is a very powerful woman and has never allowed lovers and illegitimate children to enter the house, so Mo Zexu has always been the second son of the Mo family."

Zhu Qing was puzzled and said, "I've read the news. Mo Zexu is in his twenties this year, but his eldest brother should be in his thirties this year. He is Mo Yanshu's father. According to this age, the current old man of the Mo family should be in his fifties or sixties, right? The previous generation had chaotic sexual relations, but it should not have much to do with the next two generations. How can it be said that the family tradition is not right?"

Huang Xikong looked at her deeply, shook his head and said, "If it was just that old man who kept a mistress, I wouldn't say that the family tradition was not right."

"The eldest son of the Mo family, Mo Yanshu's father, also has a mistress."

"He, his mother, and his brothers suffered the pain of their biological father raising a mistress and having an illegitimate child, but they still did the same thing as their father."

"The illegitimate child he created is about the same age as Mo Yanshu, no more than a few months old."

Zhu Qing's eyes widened in shock: "Fuck——"

Wanwan was not very shocked by this. She bit the straw and said vaguely, "I knew it a long time ago. Shushu's father was not good to him."

"Otherwise, why would I give him the death card? It's a life-threatening thing."

Huang Xikong tapped Wanwan's head with the book in his hand and raised his eyebrows, "You can't look at things so one-sidedly. Although the death card was handed to Mo Yanshu by his father, his father really didn't know about the death card because he also has a death card on him."

Wanwan curled her lips and said, "I don't believe it."

Mo Yanshu's personality was too soft, and he always subconsciously looked at other people's faces first, and he was obviously very cautious at home. So she always took good care of him when recording the show.

Xia Zhihuai frowned and said, "I remember Mo Zexu also seemed to have a death-preventing card..."

"Is this an internal fight among the heirs of the Mo family, or is it that the enemy is trying to make them extinct?"

Huang Xikong shook his head: "I don't know for now. I came back early because when I was following them, I found that a bunch of people in their family were accusing each other but couldn't produce any evidence. Besides, the people from the Monster Management Bureau were always there. Even if there were any evil cultivators or ghosts, they wouldn't come out to cause trouble at that time, so I came back first."

Wanwan looked up at the wooden plaque that was turning over between his fingertips and stared at it curiously for a while: "That looks like the pattern on the death plaque?"

Huang Xikong nodded: "Yes, I copied it, and then I found an opportunity to go to the underground palace a few nights ago to compare it, and it is indeed the same as the pattern in the underground palace."

"Those death tablets should have come from the underground palace. The wood has a strong Yin energy. If it hadn't been nurtured for a long time, it wouldn't have reached that level. So these death tablets are likely to have been made by Emperor Xu. Even if it wasn't made by him, it was probably done by his trained subordinates."

Xia Zhihuai blinked his eyes: "Then it should be correct to follow this clue. Is it really okay for you not to follow up on the follow-up of the Death Card?"

Huang Xikong smiled, his drooping eyelashes hiding the stern look in his eyes: "He is not an evil ghost whose whereabouts can be easily discovered."

He and Emperor Xu of Jin have known each other for too long, and he knows each other's cunning and strength too well. The final battle between the two has not yet come.

Before that, he really should practice hard and must not fail at the last moment.

After the gossip time was over, Xia Zhihuai pushed Wanwan into the bathroom and let her take a shower by herself. He then carried the noisy little carrot back to the bedroom, lay down in the corner on the mat, and waited for her to calm down and take a nap.

With no one to play with Wanwan, she lost interest after playing for a while, yawned, and fell asleep on the mat.

Xia Zhihuai sat up at this time, put the quilt on her, and went downstairs.

Xia Zhihuai, Xu Wei who had already driven back, and others began to prepare for the live broadcast sales in the afternoon.

Because it was the first practical operation, everyone was actually unsure.

Does Xia Zhihuai have traffic?
Yes, it is, and it is very big.

Especially after he retired from the entertainment industry and the scandals he had faced in the past were proven to be not his fault, his fame has become even greater than before.

But before he could return to the top, he retired from the industry and went home with his sister to farm.

Many fans cannot understand.

At the same time, there are concerns.

So many people are waiting, and some fans even hope that he will fail to sell peaches and then return to the entertainment industry to continue his business.

With the advance announcement and the warm-up at noon, when the live broadcast started on time in the afternoon, nearly one million fans flocked to the live broadcast room in just ten minutes, and Xia Zhihuai's live broadcast of selling goods quietly climbed to the top ten of the hot search list.

Xu Wei had communicated with the live broadcast platform before and signed a live broadcast contract that was relatively favorable to Xia Zhihuai. The platform was also very supportive. The pre-publicity and promotional push during the live broadcast were all in place. The number of people in the live broadcast room has been increasing, and there is no sign of stopping.

Looking at Xia Zhihuai who was talking in front of the camera, chatting with fans and showing them the fruit picking in Taoyuan, Xu Wei suddenly felt at ease. Compared with the previous two years when he was with Xia Zhihuai, his current mental state was completely different from before.

Zhu Qing held the camera the whole time, and with his light body, he was able to not only steadily chase Xia Zhihuai around the peach orchard, but also take various close-ups of the peaches in the orchard. During the process, he even held the camera and floated directly into the air to take aerial photos in a place where there were no other outsiders.

Xia Zhihuai looked up at her free-spirited performance, silently praying in his heart that the audience would not notice that there was a ghost behind the camera.

Huang Xikong rested his chin on one hand, sitting on a chair with his feet crossed, glancing lazily at the computer screen on the table, scanning the constantly refreshed orders at a glance. Next to him was a printer that was buzzing and spitting out express delivery slips like an industrious little bee.

Naturally, there were also some black fans in the live broadcast room who complained that Xia Zhihuai peaches were sold too expensively and that they were making money in a dirty way.

In fact, Xia Zhihuai was prepared for how to deal with this group of people from the beginning. He was a straightforward person and did not like to argue with the audience in the live broadcast room. He directly placed a document obtained from a professional appraisal center in front of the camera and uploaded detailed data and the name of the appraisal agency on Weibo.

The nutritional value of peaches from their peach orchard is 20 times that of ordinary peaches. This data alone is the reason why their peaches can be sold at a high price.

Moreover, professional machines cannot detect the existence of aura, but that does not mean that aura does not exist.

These peaches grow in an orchard full of spiritual energy. They absorb a lot of spiritual energy and are very beneficial to the body.

Xia Zhihuai sat under the huge fairy peach tree, holding a peach in his hand, and said to the audience in the live broadcast room very seriously: "I am very confident in our peaches, but I also know that many people don't know the value of this top-grade peach when they are sold for the first time, so our price is half price for the first broadcast."

"A box costs 944 yuan, which is more expensive than similar peaches in China. There are six peaches in a box, all of which are large peaches."

"If you don't believe the identification results we posted, you can also take the purchased products to other professional institutions for identification. If the nutritional content tested is 20 times lower than that of ordinary peaches, we will accept a full refund."

"Also, we won't be able to sell too many peaches from the orchard, because many of them have been booked by customers before they are ripe."

"The peach tree behind me was cultivated by Wanwan. The peaches on this tree are not for sale, so don't ask me if I can pick them and ship them to you."

Xia Zhihuai weighed the peach in his hand, stood up and plucked a peach from another nearby tree, and compared the two peaches together: "The peach tree cultivated by Wanwan has higher nutritional value, and each one is twice as nutritious as ordinary peaches. Of course, we will not sell these peaches. We will give a few to our friends, and we also need to eat them ourselves on a regular basis, so of course there won't be many left."

"But Wanwan said that she would be able to sort out a few in a few days so that I can hold a lottery for the fans..."

Xia Zhihuai live-streamed for two hours straight. Only after seeing the message Huang Xikong sent him did he say goodbye to the audience and end the broadcast.

Huang Xikong floated in front of him and handed him the printed form: "The first batch of peaches to be sold has basically been sold out, with only a dozen boxes left."

"But just now Mo Zexu's assistant called Xu Wei and ordered the last dozen boxes."

Xia Zhihuai was stunned for a few seconds: "Assistant Mo Zexu?"

"Why is it so sudden?" He scratched his ears and thought, "I remember Wanwan's friend had already arranged to send a box out."

Huang Xikong: "I feel like he needs your help with something, but since you were live streaming, I didn't bother him. I think he'll call you later."

Xia Zhihuai put his phone in his pocket, took the form and said calmly: "Don't worry about it, let's talk about it after they call again."

Xia Zhihuai looked at the sales record in his hand, but did not smile. Instead, he frowned and said, "We still have to be prepared. There may be a lot of order cancellations later. After all, this box of peaches is really not cheap."

"What are you going to do with the returned peaches?" Zhu Qing asked curiously. "Even with the preservation talisman Wanwan gave me, the talisman on the box will be damaged after so many rounds. Some of the peaches will definitely be overripe or rotten."

"The returned ones will no longer be sold. Some can be given to the elderly and children in the village, and the rest can be given to the little monsters in the garden and nearby."

"If they don't mind."

Xia Zhihuai made a decision quickly. Although it was a pity that the peaches were damaged, some situations were unavoidable.

It wouldn’t be a waste to share it with those little monsters.

Xia Zhihuai returned to the makeshift shed in Taoyuan and took out two bottles of ice-cold mineral water from the small refrigerator. After drinking one bottle, he felt that he had finally recovered.

Just after sitting down and resting for a few minutes, assistant Mo Zexu called.

After Xia Zhihuai answered the call, he heard the assistant's trembling voice say, "Mr. Xia, I'm sorry to call you at this time. I'm Zhou Fu, the assistant of Mr. Mo Zexu. I really have something to ask of you. I hope you can bring Wanwan to Luocheng as soon as possible."

Xia Zhihuai instinctively thought it was related to the Life-Intercepting Card, but he calmed down and asked, "What happened?" (End of this chapter)