The old man walked around Xiao Jinchu and continued, "She has wide earlobes, even teeth, thick lips, and a full forehead. She is an official. She has a square chin and is rich and prosperous. She has a bright career and a bright future. Whether in official career or business, she will have noble people to help her or good luck. And she is a lucky woman. What a surprise! The two of you are so well matched. I have never seen such a good match."

The old gentleman said so many words in one breath, but Yan Shuhua actually only understood one thing: he has a good face.

The old man also took out Xiao Jinchu's palm and looked at it carefully, exclaiming in amazement.

"It's really a rare face..." The old man's exaggerated words made Yan Shuhua feel embarrassed. Is it really as the old man said, that the two of them have such a good face? So good that the old man had to say it so many times.

At this time, Yan Shuhua secretly glanced at Xiao Jinchu on the side.

His face showed signs of fatigue from a sleepless night, and his facial features indeed had the potential to make people obsessed. It was as if a huge warm current was hidden in his eyes, and his thin lips were gently pursed. Even if he just sat there quietly without saying a word, people would be drawn into his eyes.

Yan Shuhua thought... Could it be that what the old gentleman said was really right? The two of them looked so well matched.

Seeing Yan Shuhua's doubts, Fan Xiaofeng told her: "This old gentleman is very famous. Generally, if there is a happy event or a date is chosen, he is the one they ask for help. He also knows Feng Shui."

When Fan Xiaofeng said this, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "The old man said that the store you chose is indeed in a very good location. You said that I wanted you to go to the front, but the old man said the front is not good, and the location you chose is good, so you will be very rich in the future."

Yan Shuhua smiled when he heard this and said, "Does the old man really think so?"

"Yes, that's right. Most people would not open a store in that place, but you chose a good location." The more the old man looked at Yan Shuhua, the more he felt that Yan Shuhua was capable and had great potential for development.

"Tomorrow is a good day, you must not miss it." The old man gave instructions again and again, and Yan Shuhua was a little confused by what he said.

"Since the old gentleman said that tomorrow is the best time to open the pharmacy, then let's open it tomorrow." Xiao Jinchu ignored the old gentleman's exaggerated expression. To be honest, he also hoped that Yan Shuhua could open the pharmacy as soon as possible.

But when he saw Yan Shuhua seemed a little embarrassed, he couldn't help asking her what she was worried about. In fact, Yan Shuhua was not worried about anything. She just felt that there seemed to be some difficult things that had not been solved. If she opened the medicine shop, she was afraid that she would not have so much time to focus on it. This was her dream, so she had to take it slowly.

Xiao Jinchu understood now that she must be thinking about what happened yesterday. Although he had been lying in bed with his eyes closed last night, he did not sleep much all night, but he found that she was very uneasy, as if something was bothering him.

Although he was not too superstitious about fortune-telling and did not like it very much, he was very grateful to the old man because his words would allow Yan Shuhua to open the store earlier.

Before they could say a few more words, someone suddenly ran into the house and said that something was wrong and a big incident had occurred.

As soon as they heard that something had happened, Fan Xiaofeng and Yan Shuhua, the village chiefs, rushed over to see what was happening. Before leaving, she asked Xiao Jinchu not to come, after all, he still had a slight fever.

It has been raining these past few days, so the soil on the ground is sticky. I can't run fast and I get splashed with mud. Yan Shuhua was wearing a white dress today, and after running like this, the whole dress became dirty.

When the two men were about to reach their destination, they heard endless cursing. They quickly quickened their pace and saw several villagers fighting. All of them had bloody heads and were cursing at each other. There was oil residue all over the floor.

"What's going on?" Yan Shuhua was heartbroken when he saw the good oil residues all broken into pieces on the floor. These were so important to them, how could they just be thrown on the floor? Isn't this a waste? The villagers who were originally very nice, didn't know what happened, and all of them started fighting.

"Shuhua, now you are here, please give us your judgment..." Some villagers saw Yan Shuhua coming, and pulled her over as if they had seen a fair judge, and told her what happened.

After Yan Shuhua heard what they said, he gradually understood.

It turned out that some villagers would go to collect oil residue every day, but there would definitely be conflicts over the profits generated every time. No one was willing to give in to anyone else. Just like this time, the Zhang family had already gone to collect it, but the Li family thought it was their turn today, but the Zhang family was unwilling to do so, and as a result, the two families started fighting.

Originally it was just a fight between two families, but because many people couldn't stand what the Zhang family did, they joined in, which led to this war.

In fact, this kind of thing is very common in the village. After all, everyone has limited knowledge, and when it comes to things like interests, it's bound to be hard for everyone to let go.

Fan Xiaofeng quickly helped up Lao Zhang, who was seriously injured, and asked him if he was okay and whether he wanted to be sent to the hospital.

Lao Zhang shook his head. Although he was wrong in doing this, he also felt very aggrieved as he was beaten for no reason.

"Shuhua, I know that selling oil residue like this is really good. Many people want to grab this job, and the relationship with the security guards is not good. Every time I went there, it was only 1.6 cents at the beginning, and now it has risen to 3 cents. Some people really don't dare to say anything to the security guards. Three cents is three cents. It's better to make less money."

When the villagers said this, it sounded like they were complaining. The price had increased by more than one cent per kilogram, which meant that they would earn less money, and no one wanted that. Besides, the money might have gone into the security guard's own pocket.