A Taoist monk will become rich by writing novels in the future

Chapter 66 Aren’t you afraid of...over?
As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was grabbed by someone.

Wen Qiao looked at Wenwen, a little confused.

Wenwen said: "Sister, don't live in..."

When she said this, Wenwen subconsciously looked at Qian Ya. Seeing Qian Yaran's unconcerned look, Wenwen frowned.

So many people died in that villa, why did Sister Ran let people live in it?

Wen Qiao looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Wenwen hesitated to speak: "That villa, that villa... in short, sister, don't live in it."

The elevator door opened, and Wenwen stepped forward and rushed out first.

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows with interest and looked at Qian Yaran.

Qian Yaran didn't look unhappy, but looked at Wen Qiao: "Wenwen is already trying to persuade you, do you really not want to think about it?"

"No need." Wen Qiao replied.

Qian Yaran and Wen Qiao got out of the elevator and headed to the villa. In the afternoon, the doors opened one after another. Some sold braised food, some sold barbecue supper, and some sold pancakes, fruits, bread and cakes...

Qian Yaran saw Wen Qiao staring at the side and said with a smile: "Would you like to go and have a look? I tell you, the night market here is famous, especially the barbecue here..."

Wen Qiao smiled: "Let's go and have a look."

The two walked over side by side.

As the facade on the side opened, people came and went one after another, including many who knew Qian Yaran.

"Ouch, Xiaoran, are you getting off work so soon today?" A bald old man in a white vest asked with a smile while shaking a cattail leaf fan. When asking, he kept looking at Wen Qiao with his eyes. He was as obscene as he was.

Wen Qiao frowned.

Qian Yaran said coldly: "I didn't go to work today, Uncle Song. Wen Qiao is the one who will move into Dexiang in the future. You'd better restrain yourself, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

The old man known as Uncle Song smiled awkwardly.

"Actually, I just want to take a look."

The two continued to walk forward, Qian Yaran said: "As you can see, there are all kinds of people living here in Dexiang because the rent is cheap. The person just now is named Song Jin, and he is famous for being crooked in Dexiang." , and he also has a lot of peach blossoms, and his life is quite chaotic, so it’s better to stay away from him. Also, if he harasses you, don’t be polite to him, he deserves a beating, this person just needs to be dealt with..."

As if thinking of something unpleasant, Qian Yaran's eyes were filled with coldness.

Wen Qiao nodded and said: "I understand, if I am not mistaken about Dexiang, I should have asked the master to see it. The rent is cheap - because people have died here and no one is willing to live here, so the price can only be reduced. The second one is because I want the popularity here to counter the negative energy here..."

Qian Yaran's eyes changed when she looked at Wen Qiao. After thinking for a while, she said, "You are right. We did find someone to look at this place. The master said that one of the doors faces east and the other faces west. He suggested that we Set up a vegetable market next to Xiaode Lane Gate to prevent the Yang Qi coming from Dade Lane Gate from leaking out."

Dade Lane faces the east, while Xiaode Lane faces the west.

Wen Qiao was slightly surprised after hearing this.

I didn’t expect that there would be people in the future world who would understand this.

People greeted Qian Yaran one after another in front, and Qian Yaran took the opportunity to introduce Wen Qiao and everyone.

The bread seller is Guo Xiaohong, a single mother who started her own business with her eight-year-old son. She has achieved some success so far.Guo Xiaohong is slightly chubby and has a very affectionate smile. She feels like a kind-hearted sister next door. When she mentions Guo Xiaohong's husband, Guo Xiaohong either keeps silent or claims that her husband is dead. However, Wen Qiao looks at her face as if she had been miserable the first half of her life. , the rest of your life will be full of blessings.The seller of braised meat is an old couple, surnamed Yang. Everyone here calls them Brother Yang and Sister Yang, and the younger one is called Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang. They have a son and a daughter. The son is currently a clerk in a bank, and the daughter is working in a bank. Go to college.

Next to the braised food is a fruit seller.

Next to the fruit shop is a barber shop. The lights in the shop are very dim and the equipment inside is relatively old-fashioned. The most unforgettable thing is the looming sandalwood inside, which makes Wen Qiao stop and look at it a few more times.If Wen Qiao was not mistaken, it was not the so-called sandalwood, but the concentrating incense that used to help monks calm down and avoid going crazy during practice. However, this concentrating incense was not pure and was mixed with too many impurities.

Will there still be Ningshenxiang in the future world?
Wen Qiao was confused.

But he followed Qian Yaran's steps forward.

Next to the barber shop is a barbecue restaurant. At this moment, a young man is holding a cigarette in one hand and setting up a folding table in the other. When Qian Yaran saw the young man, her calm eyes became brighter. She pinched her delicate voice and shouted: "Fang Muyan, we've set up a stall."

The young man raised his head, glanced at Qian Yaran with his gray-blue eyes, ignored him, and continued working.

Qian Yaran curled his lips in boredom. At this time, a man in his thirties and forties with thin hair came out pushing a refrigerator with food. When he saw Qian Yaran, the man smiled and shouted: "Xiaoran, you lost in the card game today." Or did you win?"

Obviously, Qian Yaran's card playing is well known here.

"Uncle Ming, of course we won." Qian Yaran said happily, and then said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle Ming, let me introduce to you, this is Wen Qiao, who will move into Dexiang in the future. As for whether he can It depends on her luck whether she can move in completely."

Wen Qiao: “…….”

Uncle Ming was a little surprised and said: "What luck! Just move in when you move in, what else are you talking about..."

Qian Yaran: "Wen Qiao plans to buy that villa..."

Uncle Ming: “…….”

He opened his mouth and looked at Wen Qiao in disbelief.

Fang Muyan, who had previously ignored Qian Yaran, strode up to Qian Yaran and said solemnly, "No, that villa can't be sold."

Qian Yaran snorted as if she was angry: "You can't sell it just because you said it can't be sold. That's right..."

Uncle Ming beside Fang Muyan hesitated to speak.

Fang Muyan said coldly: "Absolutely not. Enough people have died in that villa. If one more person dies and the Yin Qi increases, do you know that more people will die..."

Wen Qiao: “…….”

Hmm, I quite understand.

Reminiscent of the fragrance in the barber shop, Wen Qiao could conclude that there was a monk in De Lane. As for who it was... Wen Qiao looked at Fang Muyan.

Fang Muyan's cold voice made Qian Yaran feel a little aggrieved, but she was still unwilling to shout: "What do you know? I wrote about that house in black and white, and what happened in the past. If someone wants to buy it, it's theirs." I've also tried to persuade you about it, but it's useless for you to tell me..."

Fang Muyan: "If you don't use an agent, will people know about this house?"

Qian Yaran: "......"

So angry!

Uncle Ming said: "Okay, okay, the real owner is here, what are you yelling about..." Turning to look at Wen Qiao, Uncle Ming asked: "You know everything about that villa. , why do you still want it? Little girl, aren’t you afraid of... over? "

(End of this chapter)