Chapter 27 Your son is alive and well

Lu Chen subconsciously stood in front of Jiang Hanyan, but he quickly reacted and looked down at the foot that had stepped out, feeling a little annoyed at the foot's disappointment.

However, he still thought of a reason in time. Now his treasure is with Jiang Hanyan. If something happens to Jiang Hanyan, his treasure will be gone too.

So, he was protecting his baby.

That's all!

"Half-immortal!"

The short and strong Mother Song screamed from a distance, the flesh on her face trembling, and the ground shook a few times. Jiang Hanyan was a little scared at first, with so many people coming at her aggressively, she was panicking!

However, when she heard the word "half-immortal", she immediately calmed down, pushed away Lu Chen who was in the way, cleared her cough, and stood with the attitude of a master.

It would be nice if I had a whisk, it would make me look more like a master.

Song's mother finally ran closer, out of breath, and said excitedly: "Half Immortal, please help my son to recover from his calamity. I am willing to pay a large sum of money as long as it can keep the Song family going!"

The Song family is not short of money, but incense! Jiang Hanyan wanted to be a little bit arrogant, but when she heard about the huge sum of money, she couldn't hold it anymore and said decisively: "Your son's calamity is not difficult to solve, it just depends on how sincere your family is."

"We are sincere. We are very sincere!"

Mother Song understood what she meant, and took out a handful of money from her pocket, stuffed it all into Jiang Hanyan's hand, and said sincerely: "Banxian, this is one thousand yuan. As long as you can help my son get rid of the disaster, I have more sincerity."

Lu Chen took a breath, his mind a little confused. He now doubted his own eyes and the world.

How could anyone believe Jiang Hanyan, a half-baked liar? And be willing to pay so much money?

"Brother Chen, did Song Lao Hu get kicked in the head by a donkey?" Lin Xianghong asked in a low voice, his three views were about to shatter.

Song Lao Hu is notoriously difficult to deal with and is very fussy. The store owners who rent from the Song family are all afraid of her. If the Song family's store was not in a prime location, no one would be willing to rent it given Song Lao Hu's fearless personality.

But now, Song Lao Hu, who is more troublesome than a ghost, stuffed a handful of money into Jiang Hanyan's hands obediently. It was more magical than watching a movie.

"Sister-in-law is amazing!"

He Dan was extremely envious, and he also wanted to make money so easily.

Jiang Hanyan stuffed a thousand yuan into her pocket. The bulging pockets of her jeans gave her a great sense of security and a greater sense of belonging to this strange world.

"You are so sincere. Don't worry, your family's incense will never be cut off." Jiang Hanyan gave Song's mother a reassurance.

The space has given her a treatment plan, and the money is easy to earn.

"Thank you, Banxian!"

Mother Song was overjoyed and treated Jiang Hanyan as a living Bodhisattva, bowing and thanking her continuously.

The people behind her were all the Song family's neighbors, who came to watch the fun. After Song's mother finished her business, an old lady asked, "Banxian, I want to tell your fortune!"

Jiang Hanyan pointed at the wooden sign without saying anything.

"I know the rules. This is fifty dollars."

The old lady took out fifty yuan and handed it over respectfully. Jiang Hanyan took it and calmly put it in his pocket.

Lu Chen swallowed his saliva and continued to watch how this woman lied. Until now, he didn't believe that Jiang Hanyan could really tell fortunes.

Jin Shanshan paced back and forth for a few steps, like a clever chicken, then took out a fortune stick and handed it to Jiang Hanyan.

"Banxian, I just want to know if my son is still alive? He has been missing for two years. No phone calls, no letters, and the police can't find him. He is not alive, and his father and I are so worried."

The old lady started crying as she spoke. Her son said he was going out for business, but he never came back and there was no news from him. Her husband was so worried that he fell ill in bed and couldn't get up. She could hardly hold on any longer.

The neighbors around also sighed, saying that this family was really unlucky. Other people's sons went out and made a lot of money, but this family's son was the only one who had no idea whether he was alive or dead, and there was no news at all.

They all thought that there was a high probability that he was dead.

"Brother Chen, I know her family. Her son is really missing." Lin Xianghong said in a low voice.

Obviously this old lady is not a stooge. Could it be that Jiang Hanyan can really tell fortunes?

Impossible! Lin Xianghong didn't believe it. Jiang Hanyan was just a lazy woman who was also fickle. How could she be able to tell fortunes?

He was waiting to see this woman humiliate herself and get beaten!

Lin Xianghong didn't have a good impression of Jiang Hanyan. In his heart, Lu Chen was so tall and sacred, as inviolable as the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain, but he was defiled by this woman Jiang Hanyan. He couldn't accept it and hated Jiang Hanyan.

Lu Chen also wanted to know how Jiang Hanyan fooled people. Could he really find this aunt's son? Jiang Hanyan looked at the aunt carefully. The heir palace was not bad, which meant that her son was not dead.

"You have a son and a daughter. Your life is not rich, but you have enough food and clothing." Jiang Hanyan said.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Yes, my daughter is married and living a good life. My old man and I are both retired and living a good life. Banxian, is my son still alive?" The aunt asked cautiously, her heart in her throat, afraid to hear bad news.

"Don't worry, you're alive and well."

Jiang Hanyan smiled and gave the aunt a reassurance.

The aunt was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears of joy, covering her face and crying. She had been worried for two years, unable to eat or sleep well, and finally she heard the accurate news.

The onlookers were talking about it, and they were a little suspicious of Jiang Hanyan. If she was still alive, why didn't she go home? Was she kidding?

"Banxian, since my son is alive, why doesn't he want to come back? Why doesn't he even call me?" the aunt asked crying.

"Your son is honest and introverted, not good at socializing. He must be doing business outside, right?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, he is a very sullen person and rarely speaks more than three sentences a day. Two years ago, he took some money to Zhejiang Province to do business and there has been no news since then. Banxian, has something happened to my son?" The aunt's concern began to rise again.

The half-immortal only said that he was alive, but he didn't say that he wouldn't get sick. The aunt thought that her son was seriously ill and was having a miserable time being outside in an unfamiliar place.

"Don't worry, he's a good person, but the money is gone."

This was Jiang Hanyan's guess. Fortune-telling is actually psychology. She saw from the aunt's offspring palace that she had both a son and a daughter, and from the wealth palace she saw that she did not have much wealth, just an ordinary family. Obviously, the aunt's son did not make a fortune outside.

He has a dull, honest personality and doesn't like to talk. Such a person keeps things to himself. He must have brought a lot of capital to do business. He was too embarrassed to tell his family about the losses, so he retreated into his turtle shell. This is the reason why there has been no news from him for two years.

"You can ask someone to bring a message saying that you are very ill and ask your son to come home quickly." Jiang Hanyan came up with an idea.

"I can't contact my son and I don't even know his phone number." The aunt shook her head, looking gloomy.

Jiang Hanyan smiled and said, "Don't worry, just pass the message and your son will know."

The aunt nodded and said, "Okay, I'll call my fellow villagers over there right away."

Since Banxian said so, she did as he said, hoping that her son would come back soon. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t make money, as long as his life was safe.

(End of this chapter)