Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2233: Chapter 1886: Fortune-Telling Master (Part 2)

"When the time comes, after the person is invited, we’ll arrange for him to stay over there at Lun Chuan’s place for ten days or so, there’s plenty of time to talk and see carefully."

Oh my, this made Wu Lan instantly overjoyed.

She couldn’t help but mutter, "Qiaoqiao has been gone for so many days, I wonder if she misses home."

Song Tan pointed to her phone, "Don’t we video call every night? She even said yesterday that she misses you... and isn’t she coming back soon?"

After all, although they initially agreed to accompany Yang Zhengxi to school, by this point, they only just remembered that the important thing about accompanying him is not just the company, but to bring lots of local products along!

Without Qiaoqiao coming back, how could the local products be carefully selected?

The young man would be too embarrassed to ask Song Tan to personally arrange these, right?

In any case, before the school starts, they really have to come back and tidy things up once more.

However, speaking of this, Song Tan curiously inquired:

"Didn’t you say you would invite the Great Immortal? How come you haven’t mentioned it since coming back?"

The couple exchanged glances, both finding it hard to speak.

Each had found the Great Immortal referred by someone, one in a neighboring village to Song Tan’s grandmother’s place, and another in a different village in Qingxi Town.

Song Sancheng went to see him first.

After a round of polite small talk, he was worried that talking about building a house might be laughed at, so he modestly said they had a piece of land at home where they wanted to build a house and invited the master for a consultation.

"Sure!"

The master loved such tasks, easy money with little work close to home.

But how much money this could fetch depended on the skill level.

Thus, sitting there with a mysterious look, he asked for birth details, explained in detail, chanted some low spells, and finally said solemnly:

"Your fate, huh."

The master shook his head fiercely, "Your whole life, you can’t rely on your relatives, have few benefactors, and can’t depend on others, you must fight on your own. Importantly, there are always petty people dragging you down..."

This blunt statement stunned the couple.

Wu Lan and Song Sancheng exchanged looks.

Not relying on relatives, indeed, if they relied on family, what could be achieved? They were all farmers, what else could be relied upon?

Few benefactors, how many benefactors could one meet in a lifetime of farming? Only their daughter was capable.

As for petty people dragging them down—sigh! Wu Lan slapped her thigh:

"Isn’t Song Dafang just a petty person? When we had a vegetable stall before, his family would stir things up, definitely dragging us down."

If Mao Li and her daughter-in-law were here, they would likely cry out at this injustice.

They did cause some trouble, but gained nothing cheap from start to finish.

Returning home planning to take and eat a bunch, ended up with a pile of lettuce, spent a day cleaning and didn’t taste a bite, got soaked by rain.

Who was really dragged down?

Saying this was truly an enormous grievance.

But the fortune-teller, with a lifted eyelid, had already gauged this family.

Looking at that gleaming new car parked outside, then at Wu Lan’s large gold bracelet and curled hair, he had a sense, and went on to say to Song Sancheng:

"Your fate, money comes in the left hand and goes out the right, money comes and goes, can’t stick. Living costs are high, spending here, there, all places need money. Whenever there’s money, there’s a significant expense waiting... and your luck these two years isn’t good..."

Isn’t it nonsense? If everything was easy, why else travel such a long way for fortune-telling?

Regarding house-building, there’s much more to say, without first being convinced, how could things be done later?

Yet these words made Wu Lan half-believe as Song Sancheng indeed didn’t hold onto money, he’s loose-handed, often gifting things.

But at home, the two of them have no control over the finances except receiving money sent by their daughter every month.

To speak of millions, tens of millions, that’s all in the daughter’s card, she decides what to do with it. They each take eighty to a hundred thousand monthly happily saving...

In just a year or so, they saved more than in half a lifetime altogether before.

Doesn’t this differ from what the master said?

She kept a shrewd eye and quickly asked: "Master, can you calculate how many floors would be best for our house?"

"Your fate." The master calculated with his fingers again:

"If it’s others, I’d say one or two floors is enough, for you, three floors are necessary to settle it down. But the area shouldn’t be too large, too large and it won’t hold..."

He considered his prior preparations well, intending that Wu Lan would further inquire something, then seamlessly bring up the topic.

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