Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

After the yellow-haired young man left, Lao Liao smiled and rubbed his hands: "Xiao Su, do you think I have a side fortune?"

Aunt Li nodded: "Yes, yes, I want to calculate it too."

At this moment, Wang Haitao finally finished drawing the talisman and took a look: perfect!

Just when he wanted to show off, he looked at Lao Liao, Aunt Li and the stall owners watching on the side in confusion.

"I advise you not to calculate!"

"Why!" Lao Liao was unhappy, "Xiao Wang, do you want to block our way to wealth?"

Wang Haitao was helpless: "If there is really a way to make money, don't you think Su Tianshi can calculate and make his own fortune? Why does he still go back and forth dozens of kilometers every day to set up a stall to tell fortunes?"

"Uncle Liao, you guys, use your brains to think about it."

After saying this, everyone's brains gradually calmed down.

Aunt Li thought of something: "The young man from Jianzhou picked up money before and calculated it as a side fortune, right?"

Lao Liao trembled.

"Okay, it seems so!"

Wang Haitao raised his eyebrows: "See, you only see the extra money, but not the danger after making extra money."

Old Liao figured it out: "Yes, yes, Xiao Su just said that the young man's family was worried about their lives after he made a fortune."

A Biao walked out of the hardware store: "That man wanted to gamble and get rich, but do you think that casino owners are all doing charity? If you really make a lot of money in it, they won't do it to you inside, but it's not certain after you leave the casino."

"Anyway, as far as I know, people have had accidents in several famous casinos in Cuicheng. The most serious one was lame in one leg and owed 30,000 yuan."

Old Liao subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Well, forget it then."

"I may not be that lucky for this windfall."

Wang Haitao joked: "Uncle Liao, spend 20 yuan to calculate it. It's not easy to go to the casino, but there are lottery tickets. You can try it. Maybe you will win the prize when the windfall comes."

Old Liao's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh: "Yes, I don't dare to gamble, but I can buy lottery tickets, but... it's a bit expensive!"

A Biao snorted: "Uncle Liao, just accept your fate. We are not destined to win the big prize. If we win a small prize of five or ten yuan, you can't even make back the money you earned from fortune-telling."

Old Liao still knows this simple arithmetic. He nodded heavily: "That's right, it's easy to lose money."

Someone else was unwilling: "Is there no other way to make money?"

Wang Haitao nodded: "Yes, for example, you rob and steal, and you will be rich, but you will end up in jail and be shot."

The man who asked the question was completely silent.

After the crowd dispersed, Su Chen glanced at the smug Wang Haitao: "Why scare people?"

"Master Su, I tell you, you have to scare them properly, otherwise some people will really have evil thoughts and not do their job properly."

He handed the talisman he drew to Su Chen to see: "How is it?"

"Just barely, it's just a low-level talisman."

Wang Haitao: "..."

"Sometimes you talk really irritatingly."

"The truth."

"I know, but can't you be more tactful and encourage me?"

"Oh, no more," Wang Haitao waved his hand and raised his eyebrows, "Master Su, what do you think the person who came to calculate his fortune just now... will choose?"

Su Chen shook his head: "The human heart is the most unpredictable, there is no need to guess."

He packed up the cloth bag and walked into the hardware store.

Akui was still helping to organize the shelves, and she felt something flash in front of her eyes. When she looked up, it was empty.

She frowned and wiped her eyes.

Is it because she was too tired last night? Did she see something wrong?

Su Chen stepped into the backyard.

Honghong was standing on tiptoe to hang clothes. Seeing him, she was stunned for a moment and ran over in surprise: "Dad, you are back?"

"Yeah, Dad will take something and leave."

Su Chen said as he washed his hands and helped hang the clothes. He asked again: "Where are grandpa and grandma?"

"They went to Grandpa Cai's house."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows: "It's almost 10 o'clock. It's not over yet? People haven't left yet?"

Honghong shook her head: "I don't know. Grandma didn't let us go. She asked me to stay at home to take care of my younger brother and sister."

Su Chen touched her little head: "Well, let's not join in this kind of excitement. Grandpa and grandma can't help it."

After entering the house, Su Chen heard a cackle. He walked to the door and took a look. He saw several little wooden people on the bed competing in somersaults.

Yueyue and Acai laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths. Little Ayun danced wildly with her limbs and kept shouting.

Su Chen saw Honghong go in and join the competition with her own little wooden man. He smiled and turned around and picked up the small lantern he bought.

It took three ghost paths to enter Longshan. Su Chen looked at the direction and just wanted to enter the ghost path again to go to the old squad leader, but he heard the sound of metal and stone hitting each other in the winding mountain road.

He walked over curiously.

It was a man in his fifties or sixties.

The man held a chisel in his left hand and swung a hammer in his right hand, smashing the rocks in the mountain road bit by bit.

Sensing the shadow, the man raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stepped aside.

Seeing that Su Chen didn't go over, he was stunned: "Aren't you going down the mountain?"

"Ms. Qin Ying asked you to repair the mountain road?" Su Chen asked.

"Who?" The man was stunned, and then reacted, "You said that the person who hired people to repair the road was a woman? It must have cost a lot of money."

"You weren't hired by her?"

"No, I'm from Songming Village. My son is going to take my grandson home for the New Year, so I thought about making this road wider so that it's easier to walk."

The man was panting, but the smile on his face was very bright: "They haven't been back for three years. This time it was only after I went down the mountain to call to urge them to come back. I bought pig's trotters in stew two days ago and they are waiting for me. The eldest grandson came home and chewed it."

Su Chen looked at his face carefully, his eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything disappointing after all.

"Brother, your grandson must be very smart and will be very filial when he grows up."

The man said proudly: "Absolutely."

Su Chen exchanged greetings with him and learned that six people had been arrested and taken away from Song Ming Village a while ago.

The man was filled with indignation: "Their conscience was eaten by dogs. Now they have enough to eat and live a stable life. They actually sold the country for money. Bah!"

"It's better to take a shot at everyone!"

"Let me tell you, several people in Qingshan Village have also been arrested. These spies are really... How do you say that? Yes, they are pervasive! I must keep my eyes open in the future and report the spies when I see them... …”

As he spoke, the man looked at Su Chen carefully and became wary: "You... are you also a spy?"

Su Chen laughed.

"Of course I'm not."

He took out his ID and handed it to the man, then raised the lantern in his hand: "I'm here to hang a lantern for the Mountain Temple and the Warrior Temple."

"Mountain Temple Warrior Temple? Where is it?"

Su Chen told the location, then waved his hand to the man: "Brother, I won't say any more, let's go first."

The man nodded in disbelief, and finally slapped his forehead: "Why did that beast named Song prevent him from building a mountain temple? It turns out that it has already been built."

"No, the road won't be repaired for now. Go back and talk to everyone. Don't forget to make offerings to the mountain god on New Year's Day."

The man said as he picked up the chisel and hammer and walked in the direction Su Chen left.

Although he was a little older, he boasted that he was still fast, but he still couldn't see Su Chen's shadow as he drove all the way, and he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

How old!

Not comparable to today’s young people!