Old Tang was very satisfied and gave the craftsman ten yuan.

He had contacted Song Qiuxue last night and arranged for her to bring a family member over today. The purpose of this whole thing was to make the Song family reject Song Yinhua and spread these rumors to ruin her reputation.

Previously, it was always his own family members who spoke out, but after being exposed, they had to spend money to bribe others to do it.

The old man accepted the ten yuan and asked, "This 61-year-old maid, were you injured as a child? Did you almost lose your life?"

"She's as strong as an ox, and she's still injured?" Old Tang looked angry and disgusted when he mentioned Song Yinhua.

"That's strange!"

"What's strange?"

"This girl should have died long ago. Even if she didn't, she should have suffered a major calamity when she was young," the old master said.

He's been running this shop here for decades, specializing in fortune telling and choosing auspicious dates.

They will decide how to speak based on the customer's clothing and manner of speaking.

If someone looks wealthy or has a bad temper, praise them lavishly until the customers agree that you're right and happily present you with a banner of thanks.

Those who look poor, or those who have an honest face and seem like cowards who are often bullied, are portrayed as pitiful.

Generally, there shouldn't be any problems.

Because in their line of work, you have to cheat to make money.

In this industry, being able to get half of your predictions right makes you an expert.

But at least he has some basic knowledge; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to use any industry jargon and wouldn't be able to fool people.

Having established a foundation and having shown the skills to others for decades, one has accumulated some experience to some extent.

With such a perilous first major life event in this birth chart, how could nothing possibly happen to you?

The old master's words stirred up a memory from more than ten years ago for Old Tang.

Thirteen years ago, Song Hanwen and his friends played a prank on Song Yinhua, causing her to fall into a cave and disappear without a trace.

Several children ran home and said that Song Yinhua had fallen to her death.

He immediately told the children not to mention it, and that if anyone asked, they should never admit that they were the ones who pushed the child.

Then Xuewen led the way, and when they arrived at the cave, they found that Song Yinhua was already dead.

She was indeed dead at that time.

Old Tang seemed to remember something again, his expression turned ferocious, and he clenched his fists angrily.

Muttering to himself, "Why is it tA..."

"What's wrong with you?" The old man noticed something was off with Tang. "Did you remember something?"

"No." Old Tang snapped out of his reverie. "What happened today must not be told to anyone."

"Brother, you're a regular customer, don't you trust me?"

From his children to his grandchildren, whenever someone was born, Old Man Tang would come here to ask for a divination.

He wants to ask the gods to tell him which of his children and grandchildren will bring him good fortune, which will bring him bad luck, which child will be a lucky star, and which child will be useless.

With six daughters and one son, plus a bunch of grandchildren, he has produced a little lucky star.

That is, his youngest granddaughter, Wang Yunyun.

The master said this child brings him good fortune; he is the reincarnation of a wealth star, and wealth will come naturally to him.

When she was two years old, he obtained that mysterious jade pendant, accidentally entered the space, and took away many treasures from it, which led to his current family business.

He couldn't always get into that space smoothly, so whenever he happened to get in, he would frantically move the treasures out.

He barely touched the rice and fruit in the space.

Compared to these priceless jewels and antiques, those rice and fruits are nothing!

It was almost my granddaughter's second birthday.

These treasures must have been brought to him by his granddaughter, his little lucky charm.

...

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Two days before his wedding, Song Baogen was discharged from the hospital.

His wedding preparations were in full swing at home, with the house almost always packed with people.

Everyone was praising Song Qiuxue, but very few people mentioned his marriage.

Even the old Mrs. Zhou next door, who didn't like his family, came over to visit enthusiastically. Her attitude was much more friendly, especially when she spoke to Song Qiuxue, as kindly as if she were talking to her own grandmother and granddaughter.

Song Baogen disliked Old Mrs. Zhou and whispered to Qiao Guilan, "What's she doing here?"

"You're getting married, and people are coming to congratulate you!"

"Would she be that kind? She was incredibly arrogant when she was cursing my family at the intersection!"

"Why are you meddling in so many things? You're getting married in a couple of days, don't cause trouble," Qiao Guilan said, pushing her son into the inner room.

After the family had dinner, Song Baogen laid out a mat on the floor to prepare for sleeping on the floor.

The wedding room had just been renovated, and the furniture and bed were all brand new; he wanted to save them for his wedding day.

After washing up, Song Qiuxue chatted casually with her second brother, who was sleeping on the floor, before entering the new room and collapsing onto the wedding bed.

"Qiu Xue!" Song Baogen suddenly shouted, startling Song Qiu Xue.

"Second Brother, why are you shouting all of a sudden? You're so loud, you'll scare people!" Song Qiuxue sat cross-legged on the wedding bed, without even taking off her shoes.

"This is my wedding bed, how can you sleep on it? And you didn't even take off your shoes!"

“My shoes are clean, they won’t dirty your bed,” Song Qiuxue muttered disdainfully. “You country folks are so fussy.”

"Aren't you from the countryside?" Song Baogen had previously heard Li Wenxiu talk about fortune-telling while shopping at the health center.

They said she ate half a month's salary for one meal and wouldn't pay it back.

She would only eat a couple of bites of the food on the table before stopping, and the restaurant wouldn't allow her to take the leftovers home. This forced Wenxiu to finish all the food, and as a result, she vomited and had diarrhea when she got home and had to go to the clinic for an IV drip.

In addition, Song Qiuxue had previously introduced the drug addict to her older sister.

These events made Song Baogen quite resentful of Song Qiuxue.

Seeing Song Qiuxue sleeping on the wedding bed he was supposed to use for their wedding made him even angrier.

"You think you're so great just because you went to the provincial capital for a couple of days? You think you're some kind of rich city heiress?" Song Baogen, hot-tempered, lashed out at Song Qiuxue. "If it weren't for my sister's salary, would you even be able to go to the provincial capital? Now you look down on us country folk?"

"Second brother, did you eat gunpowder?" Song Qiuxue called out to Qiao Guilan in a wronged tone, "Mom! Mom!!"

Qiao Guilan rushed over.

"What's up?"

"My second brother won't let me stay at home, so I'm packing my things and leaving now."

“I didn’t stop her from staying. She slept in my wedding bed and looked down on us, saying that we country folk are too nosy,” Song Baogen said angrily.

"I thought it was a big deal!" Qiao Guilan said nonchalantly. "What's wrong with sleeping on the wedding bed for a while? She's your own sister. She'll only stay at home for a few days. It won't affect your wedding night with Wenxiu."

"Mom, you can't spoil her like this! If it weren't for my older sister supporting her, would she be able to go to university in the provincial capital? And yet she introduced a drug addict to my older sister..."

"Mom!" Song Qiuxue said, feeling wronged. "I've explained that to my second brother many times. I didn't mean to. I didn't know my classmate's cousin was a drug addict."

Qiao Guilan comforted Song Qiuxue with heartache, "Mom knows, we all know, no one blames you."

“That’s right, how could I possibly harm my own sister?” Song Qiuxue affectionately took Qiao Guilan’s arm. “Besides, I was able to study in the provincial capital all through my own efforts. It has nothing to do with my older sister or any of you. You shouldn’t morally blackmail me and ask me for something in return.”

Qiao Guilan's smile froze.

Song Baogen's temper flared up instantly.

He roared at Song Qiuxue in a rage, "What did you say? Say it again if you dare! When did I ask you for anything in return?"