Chapter 152 You are in for a bloody disaster
Seeing Yang Fan coming, Grandma Zhou waved to her quickly, and Yang Fan walked over to them.
It was time to go back to her hometown. Grandma Zhou specially put on her new clothes, combed her hair neatly, and looked like an old lady with a kind face.
Grandma Zhou held her hand tightly, her hand shaking with excitement, "Thank you, Yang Fan, if it weren't for you, I might never be able to go home in this life."
Yang Fan said with a smile: "Grandma Zhou, you don't have to be so polite. This means that the relationship between you has not been broken. Even without me, you will still meet."
"But if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to see my sister." Grandma Zhou had tears in her eyes.
Yang Fan's eyebrows were crooked, she raised her chin pretending to be arrogant and said, "If you put it that way, I'm really awesome."
Her playful expression made the three grandmothers laugh. Grandma touched her face affectionately, "We, Master Yang, are so amazing."
The rough, calloused but extremely warm hands brushed her face, and Yang Fan was stunned for a moment. Looking at Grandma Xu, her eyes were a little dazed, and that kind face gradually overlapped with the familiar smiling face deep in her memory.
"Old Xu, you dare to touch the master's face, you are so brave." Grandma Yang joked.
"She is Yang Fan. Why can't I touch her face?" Grandma Xu: "Old Yang, you are jealous of my good relationship with Yang Fan."
"Then I will touch her too," Grandma Yang stretched out her hand He gently touched Yang Fan's face and laughed twice, "I touched the master's face. I will make a fortune in the future."
At this age, the old lady still only has this A simple wish - to make a fortune.
Yang Fan was instantly freed from his thoughts, his eyebrows arched, and he smiled happily.
With a few words, the atmosphere became relaxed.
"You are Yang Fan," Zhao Xiangyu came over at some point and spoke to Yang Fan familiarly.
“I haven’t seen you for so many years. I didn’t even recognize you just now. You are a woman who has changed in your eighteenth year. You are so beautiful now.”
She is a step ahead of Yang Fan and is getting married. It was early, so I didn't recognize her as Yang Fan just now.
The smile on Yang Fan's face faded a bit, and there was a bit of alienation in his eyes, "Aunt Zhao."
"Yang Fan, I heard that you are now successful and can tell fortunes. Can you help me?" Let me do the math.”
Yang Fan nodded, "Okay, one hexagram costs a thousand."
I didn't expect that she would ask for money so straightforwardly. Zhao Xiangyu's expression froze for a moment, and she said in a strange tone, "I didn't expect that we are all from the same village. Yes, the relationship is so good, you still charge money."
Yang Fan said of course, "Of course, I rely on this to make a living."
"Your family doesn't have such a big orchard. Well, you can make a lot of money." A trace of jealousy flashed across Zhao Xiangyuan's face, "Foretelling is just a matter of words and words, so just give her a fortune."
Listen to her. The faces of the three elders changed after these shameless remarks. Grandma Xu frowned slightly, "Xiangyu, that's not what you said."
"You talk about it so easily. You have your own words and can figure it out yourself."
She has long disliked Zhao Xiangyu's brothers and sisters. Before, Lao Zhou didn't say anything to her. It was hard to say anything, but she would not be happy if Yang Fan was being bullied now.
Grandma Yang also said: "Xiangyu, what you said is too much."
Yang Fan relies on this to make a living, how can he not give money to his fellow villagers just by saying a word.
Grandpa Yang and Grandpa Zhang were listening on the side, and they intervened.
"Oh, you old ladies have such irritable tempers that you are all from the same village, so Yang Fan can just be a help," Grandpa Zhang said with a smile: "Yang Fan, why don't you help me too."
< br>Grandpa Yang: "I want to do the calculations too, Yang Fan, please do the calculations for me too."
They smiled and only said the words "help and help" without mentioning money at all. Someone helped, and Zhao Xiangyu suddenly felt confident, "Yang Fan, my mother is so kind to you, so I ask you to help me do the calculations, and you have to take the money. This is a bit unethical."
“Look at my brother Cheng, they are still buying so many fruits from you,”
Even though she was shameless, she even moved her and Luo Cheng out. Grandma Zhou's face was filled with shame, "Yang Fan, you don't need to pay attention to her."
Grandma Zhou scolded, "No matter what, It’s Yang Fan’s ability to tell fortunes. If you want to tell fortunes, give me money!”
“Mom, are you scolding me?” Zhao Xiangyu looked at Grandma Zhou in disbelief.
As the youngest daughter, Grandma Zhou had been very good to her since she was a child. She would give her whatever she asked for, not to mention scolding her, not even using a harsh tone.
Now she is scolding her for an outsider. The old woman must be an old fool!
Grandma Zhou looked at the little daughter she loved in the past, with disappointment in her eyes. Of her four children, this little girl looked the most like her, so she was reluctant to say a harsh word to her since she was a child.
But she, like the other three children, is exactly the same as their mercenary, ruthless and unjust father.
"How dare you ask Yang Fan to give you free money when you open your mouth!"
Other people around also looked this way. This sentence not only made Zhao Xiangyu uncomfortable, but Grandpa Yang and Grandpa Zhang also looked a little uncomfortable on their faces.
Grandpa Yang hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Aren't we kidding, right, Yang Fan."
"Yes, it's just a joke," Zhao Xiangyu glared at Yang Fan dissatisfied.
The expression on Yang Fan's face completely faded, "I'm sorry, I don't like people joking with me."
"However, since you said so, Aunt Zhao, I think it's all It’s really hurtful to talk about money when you’re from a village.”
The corners of Zhao Xiangyu’s mouth raised, and a trace of pride flashed in her eyes. Look, I’m just saying that you can’t accept money from someone from a village.
The next second, Yang Fan's words made the smile on her face freeze.
"Aunt Zhao, let me do the math for you. You are about to suffer a bloody disaster."
With one sentence, the scene instantly became quiet.
Yang Fan continued: "If you want to resolve this bloody disaster, you can buy an amulet from me. Each amulet costs one hundred thousand yuan."
"One hundred thousand yuan, why don't you go? Grab it!" Zhao Xiangyu said without thinking.
"No way, no way, didn't Aunt Zhao marry a rich second generation? Why can't she even afford 100,000 yuan." Yang Fan said in a strange tone.
"You!" Zhao Xiangyu was speechless, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and for a long time, "How could I not be able to get out one hundred thousand yuan? The Taoist Talisman of Sanqing Palace only cost a few hundred yuan a piece. I'm afraid this talisman of yours is not It’s a lie.”
Other insiders: ...the Taoist priests of Sanqing Palace all work at Yang Fan’s house.
Zhao Xiangyu just came back from the city early this morning. She didn't know about this.
But she really couldn't afford one hundred thousand yuan. Although she married a rich man, her husband's family looked down upon her for being born in a rural area and only gave birth to a daughter but not a son, so she only had Two thousand yuan for living expenses.
"Liar or not, Aunt Zhao, you will know if you buy one." Yang Fan's expression was as sincere as he wanted.
"What kind of bloody disaster? I don't believe this. It's disappointing."
Zhao Xiangyu felt that she had lost face and left in despair.
"Then Grandpa Yang and Grandpa Zhang also have to settle the matter?" Yang Fan turned to look at the two old men who had just made fun of them.
As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a bloody disaster, which cost 100,000 yuan. Who dares to calculate this.
The two old men were silent and said nothing to her.