Fortunately, Lin Weiming reacted quickly and caught the person.

"Husband, are you alright? Your leg is still injured." Xuefu was worried that Lin Weiming would aggravate his leg injury again.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I didn't feel any pain." Lin Weiming looked down and was surprised to find that his wounds seemed to have healed more than halfway!

The village head's eldest son was also by his side, carefully supporting his father.

"Little immortal, could you please do another divination? Is my brother alive or dead?" the village head's eldest son asked, his lips trembling.

"Wait...the rules...we understand the rules." The old village head, his hands trembling, pulled a string of copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the table. "Imperial predictions are as good as gold, fortune telling must charge money, I understand that rule! Could you please tell my fortune again? Will my son...will he come back alive?"

The youngest son was the village head's youngest child, and also his most beloved child.

The thought of possibly outliving his child filled the old man with grief, and he was overwhelmed with sorrow.

Lin Zihan and Lin Ziqiu looked at each other, then at the string of copper coins, their curious eyes lighting up. They had never known there was such a rule before.

Their sister is really amazing!

They're already making money at such a young age!

As for shame?

Sorry, they haven't had that kind of thing yet at their age.

"Hmm..." Lin Wanyue naturally did not refuse the money offered by the village head. She counted on her little fingers for a moment and said, "We'll live on as we go, but it's hard to say whether we can make it through tonight."