A crowd of people had gathered around, all there to watch the fun.

Out of curiosity, Song Qianning also gathered around, and when she got closer she heard a scholar-looking man calling the bookstore owner "uncle".

The soul of gossip began to burn, and Song Qianning asked the passers-by beside her: "Auntie, what happened here?"

The passerby was enthusiastic and when he saw Song Qianning asking, he told her directly.

From the stories of passersby and the insults from the bookstore owner in front, Song Qianning roughly understood what had happened.

The scholar who had an argument with the bookstore owner was named Wei Caiying. He was the uncle of the bookstore owner and they had a very bad relationship.

The bookstore owner had previously accepted money from Wei Caiying's parents and kept him here, and had treated him very badly.

Especially after receiving the money from Wei Caiying's parents, he stopped pretending and left all the dirty and tiring work to Wei Caiying every day.

The food was the worst, and the only place to sleep was some straw in a corner.

Recently, the bookstore owner even had the idea of ​​kicking Wei Caiying out, and the farce in front of the bookstore today was caused by this.

The passersby who were watching the excitement pointed at the bookstore owner and the scholar, looking disgusted and saying, "This bookstore owner is really a bad guy. He can be so mean to his own nephew."

"I heard he even accepted money from his nephew's parents. He's not afraid of retribution for treating someone else's son this way."

"Who knows if one day God will be so displeased that he might be struck by lightning."

After learning what had happened, Song Qianning looked at the situation in front of her, her eyes rolling around.

The barefoot immortal said that doing good deeds can accumulate merits. According to everyone's opinion, the scholar named Wei Caiying was obviously a poor man.

If you go forward to help, you will definitely accumulate merit.

Thinking of the merit, Song Qianning's eyes lit up. When the bookstore owner insulted Wei Caiying again, she walked through the crowd and walked to the front: "Stop."

The bookstore owner's raised hand stopped in mid-air, and his narrowed eyes looked at Song Qianning with disdain: "Who are you? Are you trying to meddle in other people's business?"

Standing in front of the scholar, Song Qianning looked at the bookstore owner with a bright smile: "I am doing good things, not meddling in other people's business."

This is a good opportunity to accumulate merit, and no fish should be missed.

The bookstore owner rolled his eyes and said, "He's my nephew. He eats my food and lives my house. I can beat him up or scold him as I please. What does it have to do with you, an outsider?"

"He's your nephew, yes, but he lives in your house, and his parents gave you money. How dare you mistreat him?"

"You little bitch, just say one more word!" the bookstore owner was furious.

Song Qianning didn't flinch at all. She squinted her eyes at the bookstore owner in front of her and said, "As expected, ugly people are also ugly at heart. And you are really thick-skinned."

"If you treat your nephew like this, be careful or God will send down a thunderbolt to kill you one day."

"Since you let him go, give him his things back."

The bookstore owner spat and said arrogantly, "Why should I listen to you? What's here with me is mine. It has nothing to do with him."

Hearing this, Song Qianning looked thoughtful: "It seems that you don't plan to return the things to him?"

"I won't return it, what can you do to me?" The bookstore owner said with disdain.

"I can't do anything to you, but you've abused your own nephew. Even if I report it to the prefect, I'm still in the right." Song Qianning's smile grew even brighter. "Why don't we go find the prefect and let him help judge the case?"

When the bookstore owner heard that Song Qianning wanted to seek justice from the prefect, his pride disappeared, especially since the people around him were also making a fuss.

"Let me count a few numbers. If you don't make a decision, I'll have to go to the prefect to seek justice. One, two..."

Usually, the bookstore owner is the one who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He was afraid that Song Qianning would really call the prefect, so he ran back to the bookstore in shame before she counted to three.

After a while, the bookstore owner came out with a tattered bag and threw it in front of Wei Caiying, cursing, "Take your things away now."

"I'm telling you, he's a jinx. If you dare to meddle in his affairs, you'll end up getting dragged down by him!"

After throwing out Wei Caiying's luggage, the bookstore owner waved his hand impatiently: "Get out of here! Don't stay here and dirty my place."

Because there was nothing exciting to watch, passers-by scattered and left, and in a blink of an eye, only Song Qianning and Wei Caiying were left.

Carefully picking up the bag from the ground and brushing off the dust, Wei Caiying looked at Song Qianning gratefully: "Miss, thank you for helping me get my luggage back just now."

Helping him was mainly to accumulate merits. Song Qianning waved his hand and said righteously, "Seeing injustice on the road, I draw my sword to help. There is no need to thank me."

Amidst her gratitude, Wei Caiying's face showed a hint of bitterness as she said self-deprecatingly, "I've never had good luck, especially since I moved in with my uncle."

"Even drinking cold water can cause gum problems. A few days ago, I was almost trampled to death by a horse-drawn carriage while walking out on the street. On the way back, I hit my head against a rock. Business at the bookstore has also declined since I moved in."

"My parents gave all their money to my uncle to make my life easier. I'm useless and have failed to live up to their expectations of me. Perhaps I'm really doomed to fail in this world."

After learning about Wei Caiying's unfortunate deeds, Song Qianning touched his chin and looked at his face.

Wei Caiying has regular facial features and a kind look, which should indicate a blessed face, but there is a black aura shrouding the center of the courtyard.

I think the bad luck that Wei Caiying has encountered recently is due to the influence of the black energy.

Helping others to the end, Song Qianning noticed the black energy in Wei Caiying's courtyard and asked, "Do you have any paper and pen in your bag? Let me use them."

After a moment of hesitation, Wei Caiying nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

He untied the bundle, took out rice paper and a brush from it, and handed them to Song Qianning.

After getting the paper and pen, Song Qianning put the rice paper in her hand and began to write and draw on it.

As a carp in the Queen Mother's Yaochi Pool, Song Qianning has the aura of a koi. She asked for paper and pen in order to inject her own koi luck into it.

After finishing writing, Song Qianning stuffed the written paper and brush into Wei Caiying's hand and said, "This paper is for you. Keep it well. It will improve your luck."

"Good luck."

By the time Wei Caiying reacted, Song Qianning had already turned and walked forward, leaving only her back.

Looking at Song Qianning's back as she walked away, Wei Caiying was a little dazed and didn't wake up until after a while.

For some reason, holding the paper given by Song Qianning, he felt inexplicably at peace.

Shaking his head, Wei Caiying put the brush back and was about to tie up the bundle when he found a corner of the rice paper exposed in the middle.

Looking down, he was surprised to find that the corner he had just seen was a silver note.

It took him a long time to remember that this was a gift from his parents before he left home. Because it was sandwiched between pieces of rice paper, it had never been discovered by the bookstore owner.