Li the fortune teller was taken to the police station, while the rest of the people took their money back.
Seeing the basket full of money, some people had wicked ideas and wanted to take advantage of the situation. Ma Ying was one of them.
Zhang Youde casually said, "Zhang Fan, tell everyone how much money Zhang Qingshan's family actually gave."
After saying that, he paused for a moment, not expecting Zhang Fan to be able to answer.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan said a number.
Ma Ying questioned, "Village chief, Zhang Fanren is in a daze. Can his words still stand?"
Zhang Fan pointed to several people and stated the exact amount of money they had given him, not a penny more or less.
The person being pointed at repeatedly said, "That's right."
"I can't believe Zhang Fan is so stupid, he still remembers this so clearly."
Zhang Youde was surprised for a moment, then looked at Zhang Fan with regret. If Zhang Fan hadn't been injured, his future would have been limitless!
Li Chunyan was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. Zhang Fan used to remember nothing, but now he remembers so clearly. Does this mean that his mental illness is starting to get better?
After acquiring the "Wuji Jing," Zhang Fan regained his photographic memory.
When collecting rice and grain, Zhang Youde liked to have Zhang Fan keep accounts.
Today, Zhang Fan was asked to recite numbers. Sometimes Zhang Youde would make mistakes, but Zhang Fan could always find the error. Over time, everyone realized that Zhang Fan's memory was better than a pen.
With Zhang Fan watching over them, those people had no choice but to abandon their wicked thoughts.
Li Ting and Wang Wu waited at the back for Zhang Fan to hand out the money.
Zhang Fan gave him 500 less.
Li Ting: "This number is wrong, I'm short two hundred or five hundred."
Wang Wu: "I'm also short 250."
Zhang Fan: "You just stuffed the money into my pocket, didn't that count as giving it to me? Two hundred and fifty yuan each!"
This sounds like an insult, but it also seems to make sense when you put it this way.
Wang Wu: "I clearly only gave you one hundred!"
Zhang Fan looked puzzled: "You two are both idiots, if I remember correctly."
Zhang Tiegen chimed in, "I saw it with my own eyes, they're just two idiots."
Someone nearby chimed in, "I heard about it too."
Zhang Fan said sincerely, "This money must be for my hard work carrying the baskets back. Thank you."
Zhang Tiegen: "You two are such good people!"
Li Ting and Wang Wu were now in a difficult situation, and with bitter faces and gritted teeth, they said, "You're welcome!"
After the money was distributed, the crowd lingered for a long time. Zhang Youde's back slumped instantly: "I'm sorry for what happened today. I was deceived because I didn't know people well, and I dragged everyone down with me. If Zhang Fan hadn't shouted that, the money would have disappeared completely."
"Village chief, this is not your fault. It's the two brothers, Dr. Niu, who are too hateful!"
"Let's all unite and get through this together!"
"Let's get through this together!"
That's how people in the village are; they're usually scattered, but they come together when they encounter difficulties.
After shouting the slogans, everyone's energy was completely depleted, and they suddenly felt thirsty.
Zhang Youde was so excited that his throat hurt. He took a deep breath and made arrangements for the water supply: "Everyone is eager to drink water, but there isn't much water in the well. I suggest distributing the water according to the number of people."
The suggestion was unanimously approved, and as soon as the well cover was opened, someone exclaimed in surprise.
The joy of everyone finding their money was instantly shattered.
Zhang Fan glanced to the side and saw that the water in the well was shallow enough to see the bottom.
It would be difficult for each person to even get a single bite.
The air fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and everyone's face turned deathly pale.
"Village chief, what should we do now?"
"Heaven is going to kill me!" An old man sat down on the ground, pounding his legs and crying.
"I...I think I'll pack my things and go back to my parents' house. I'll die of thirst here."
"My cow hasn't had water for three days, and I'm afraid it won't survive."
"When we get old and die, we're gone, but we still have children."
"Village chief, please think of a solution."
Zhang Youde sighed: "I'll figure something out. Let's get rid of the excess water first."
"Village chief, why don't we go and ask the people of Baijia Village for help again?"
“It’s no use. Last time I went, they made me kneel down and admit that the people of Zhangjiapo were no good before they would let me fetch water.”
Someone clenched their fists and gritted their teeth: "This is outrageous!"
Zhangjiapo is right next to Baijiacun, and conflicts sometimes arise over the competition for resources.
Baijia Village is located at a lower elevation, and their wells have not yet dried up; in fact, they have a sufficient water supply. They not only use the well water for washing clothes and cooking, but also for irrigating farmland.
No one spoke; it was as if an invisible stone was pressing on everyone's heart.
This is a natural disaster; what can Zhang Youde, an ordinary person, do?
Zhang Fan carried a small basin of water home.
Li Chunyan's lips were so dry they cracked in several places: "Zhang Fan, get some rest. You won't be thirsty if you fall asleep."
There was still some water in the water tank, but Li Chunyan refused to drink a single drop.
They were afraid that once they drank it, it would be gone.
The two returned to their room early, and Zhang Fan waited for a while before sneaking out of the room.
He can now tell fortunes; if he can find a water source in the village, he can overcome any difficulties.
Zhang Fan counted on his fingers and circled most of Zhangjiapo, but still couldn't find the place.
As he approached the old locust tree, he suddenly felt dizzy, staggered, and nearly fainted.
Zhang Fan sat down against the old locust tree, absorbing the spiritual energy from the ebony bracelet.
In his haste to find water, he forgot that divination requires spiritual power, and after doing so many divinations, he had completely exhausted his spiritual power.
Fortunately, it was Zhang Fan who did the fortune telling.
For an ordinary person, casting three divinations a day is the limit. If they could cast ten, it would be like wasting their lifespan. Zhang Fan has already cast no less than a hundred divinations.
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